My Wasted Life: Assholes Need Not Apply

The truth is, the only reason I'm making a blog entry today is that I'll be pissed at myself later on if I skip three days in a row. I'm not making an entry because I have good news about progress on a story or novel. Because, truthfully, nothing worth mentioning has been written this week. I could lie and say that it has, and no one would ever be the wiser, but I find that I haven't the spirit at the moment for lies.

Here it is Thursday. It's been a week since I finished "The Madam of the Narrow Houses," and, near as I can tell, my plan for October is bust. Get the two pieces for Sirenia Digest #23 written and at least the prologue for Joey Lafaye. Now, I feel like I'll be lucky to manage the Digest.

The idea for an sf story I was blathering on about in Monday's entry was a stillbirth. And nothing suitable has come along to take its place.

But, let's rejoice, nonetheless, because scarletboi and Spooky have come up with a design for a Stiff Kitten T-shirt, which you may now order from Ziraxia. It's actually pretty snazzy, and you can wear it while reading the 4th edition of Silk. By the way, Amazon lies. There are not 14 "used" copies of the 4th edition of Silk available, because the damned thing hasn't even been printed yet. Nice T-shirt, though.

Let's see. Interesting. Well, we saw Russell Mulcahy's Resident Evil: Extinction on Tuesday. This is not, by any stretch of anyone's feeble imagination, a good movie. But it's only 95 minutes long, and in this instance, that's a big plus. What's really important, though, is that it's not a dull movie — like, oh, Underworld: Evolution or Aeon Flux or The Hills Have Eyes 2. The scene with the zombie crows was even quite nicely handled, I think. And Resident Evil: Extinction gave me exactly what I paid to see: Milla Jovovich blowing the heads off zombies whilst scantily clad. It is, in fact, possibly the best film ever made in which Milla Jovovich blows the heads off zombies whilst scantily clad. As long as those are our sole criteria, I give it two thumbs up. So, even though I swore after the abomination that was Highlander II I'd never see another film by Russell Mulcahy, there you go. The incarnation of the goddess known as Milla Jovovich goes a long way towards redeeming even the crappiest zombie film.

And, besides, it was too far to drive to see Andrew Dominik's The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford, because it only seems to be showing on one screen in Atlanta.

Oh, I almost forgot. I got word yesterday that Fangoria reviewed Dark Delicacies 2 and was particularly pleased with my contribution to the anthology, "The Ammonite Violin (Murder Ballad No. 4)" (originally published in Sirenia Digest #11). I'm going to assume this is not the same idiot who reviewed Murder of Angels for Fangoria back in 2004. Anyway, I haven't actually seen the review, and I probably won't, but I think that it's in the November issue, if anyone's interested.

Okay. That's enough for now. What fresh hell awaits...