"We file down our fangs on the bones of our foes..."

[greygirlbeast]

Today, Ferris Bueller's Day Off is twenty-five years old. That is, today is the 25th anniversary of its theatrical release. Fuck, I'm old. I told Spooky we should play hooky today, do nutty shit like lip syncing on parade floats, and then destroy an expensive car. Sadly, she only laughed.

"Bueller?...Bueller?...Bueller?"

Le sigh.

I hereby open the floor to comments.

Yesterday, I wrote 1,430 words on Chapter Three of Blood Oranges (a chapter which, by the way, is titled "Bobby Ng, Alice Cregan, and the Troll Who Lives Under the Bridge"), and reached page 102. It was pretty much all a conversation with the troll yesterday. Today, I have to find the end of that conversation. I let readingthedark have a look at the pages last night, and, afterwards, he declared "Holy shitfuck. You've written literary crack." I'm assuming that's a good thing. Anyway, he's driving down tonight for a visit.

Please allow me to remind you of the Big Damn eBay auction. Because, you know, I'm still waiting for Everything on Earth is Free Forever Day, but it's a slow train coming. Also, have a look at Spooky's Dreaming Squid Dollworks and Sundries Etsy shop. All her paintings are on sale (limited time) for 20% off! Coupon code: ART20

It just occurred to me that the loathsome emoticon o.0 is actually a broken infinity symbol, and that's got to be some sort of profound. I blame the Illuminati. For breaking it, not for my revelation.

Gods, it's only noon thirty, and already I've mentioned the Soggy Bottom Boys.

Yesterday, Spooky stopped by Myopic Books and procured for me a belated birthday present – the 50th-anniversary edition of William S. Burroughs' Junky, because a bitch cunt of a snatch, who otherwise shall not be named, absconded with my copy back in 2005 (along with many other favorite books), and because I've been needing to read it again. In part because Siobahn Kerry Quinn, the protagonist of Blood Oranges, was a heroin addict before getting bitten by a werewolf and then vampirized on the same night. Oh, and last night, we watched Trainspotting, which I hadn't seen since the '90s. Obviously, not exactly a coincidence. I can hardly draw off my own experiences as a heroin addict, having only shot up that once and all. It's not that I dislike needles. And smack really is better by a hundred times than the best sex you've ever had. It's just I was meant for greater things, like growing old and bitter and more properly wicked.

Junkies, by and large, aren't wicked people. Sure, they'll rob you blind, but isn't that the American way? Isn't that the cornerstone of Capitalism? I ask you, isn't highway robbery the very platform upon which this great nation was founded? Isn't that why Richard Nixon rode out against Che Guevara at the Battle of Little Bighorn on that venerable Christmas Day in 1932? Isn't that why Mister Fred McFeely Rogers wore cardigan sweaters?

What the hell am I on about? Oh, and now Spooky's singing the theme song to Captain Kangaroo, but making up her own lyrics.

Maybe we'd best pause here, to reflect and twiddle our collective thumbs.

Twiddlin' and Reflectin',
Aunt Beast

Comments

[readingthedark.livejournal.com]

I try not to swear in public (because I'm secretly quite Victorian *snort*) but it's warranted in this case.

You have something very new for you in Blood Oranges and I'm concerned about how incredibly strung out people will be when they finally get their hands on it.

[greygirlbeast.livejournal.com]

You have something very new for you in Blood Oranges and I'm concerned about how incredibly strung out people will be when they finally get their hands on it.

I see a endless stream of zombies, moaning "More!" while I hide under my desk.

[readingthedark.livejournal.com]

A lot of people make that mistake with zombies. Old school turrets, high vantage points with heavy firepower, probably even a moat and molten lead, are a much wiser move.

But, yeah, you're going to need a bigger desk or a panic room.

[greygirlbeast.livejournal.com]

But, yeah, you're going to need a bigger desk or a panic room.

I always wanted a panic room; Jodie Foster beat me to it.

[ashlyme.livejournal.com]

'what the hell am I on about?'

Not sure, but the historical mash-up made me laugh. Cheers.

'the loathsome emoticon'

Am I lucky that I don't know *what* that means?

'bitch cunt of a snatch'

Confiscate their life, say I.

Blood Oranges sounds like good fun. I'll take your word on smack, though. Got the build of an addict, but never got round to sampling it.

[greygirlbeast.livejournal.com]

Am I lucky that I don't know *what* that means?

Nope.

[rozk.livejournal.com]

There ought to be a movie in which Ferris and Cameron fight zombies. Just saying.

[greygirlbeast.livejournal.com]

Hmmmmmm...

During a parade.

[lois2037.livejournal.com]

Ferris Bueller's Day Off is 25 years old? Really?! wow. I'm definitely going to play some hookey today, though probably won't wreck an expensive car, or hit a museum, since they are not free any more. I guess you know you are old when you can remember when museums were free.

I find I blame the Illumanati for a great number of things. It almost always fits the known facts.

[greygirlbeast.livejournal.com]

Ferris Bueller's Day Off is 25 years old? Really?!

Really.

I guess you know you are old when you can remember when museums were free.

Thank you, budget cuts to the arts and sciences.

[mizliz13.livejournal.com]

You're funny.

Also, anybody can be a junkie, but not everyone can be wicked.

[greygirlbeast.livejournal.com]

Also, anybody can be a junkie, but not everyone can be wicked.

This is true.

[joshrupp.livejournal.com]

Is that why Rogers always changed his shoes? The first pair dripped with the blood of the masses?

[greygirlbeast.livejournal.com]

Is that why Rogers always changed his shoes? The first pair dripped with the blood of the masses?

Yes!

[joshrupp.livejournal.com]

"It's ... a ... beautiful day in the ghetto, a beautiful day for a neighbor ..."

[corucia.livejournal.com]

Did I ever mention that I lived in Mr. Roger's neighborhood when I was in college in the mid-80s?

Fred Rogers lived near Carnegie Mellon University and Schenley Park in Pittsburgh. WQED, the public TV station that produced his show, was on the far side of campus, so he'd walk through campus on his way to work.

It was a truly surreal experience the first few times I saw him strolling along the CMU paths...

[greygirlbeast.livejournal.com]

That's just too cool.

[awdrey-gore.livejournal.com]

Oh man, I remember when I was a wee teen and was watching in the theater the scene with Jennifer Grey and Charlie Sheen in FBDO when they were in the police station. It was one of the first times I realized I was maybe not as heterosexual as I had thought. Gosh, I miss her old nose - slightly imperfect, gorgeous women are too few these days. :(

[greygirlbeast.livejournal.com]

Gosh, I miss her old nose - slightly imperfect, gorgeous women are too few these days.

Too true.

[sovay]

"Holy shitfuck. You've written literary crack."

He's quite right and it is a good thing.

[greygirlbeast.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[fusijui.livejournal.com]

I told Spooky we should play hooky today, do nutty shit like lip syncing on parade floats, and then destroy an expensive car. Sadly, she only laughed.

No disrespect to your Numbah 1 Squeeze, and not having ever so much as met you, but if I were within 30 minutes of you, no matter the sweltering shitty Eastern weather, I would not let that stand. Burn the parade floats and then lip synch on an expensive (stolen) car!

re: White Lady, I tried it a couple times and was less than impressed. On one hand I'm disappointed; I'd like to feel that super-pleasure that some/most people report. On the other... no temptation toward addiction. And so, unsatisfied enough to keep on pursuing that rush through other methods. Is that "good"? I dunno. Chocolate and capsicum and very occasionally good sex -- what price purity? Gah. Fuckit.

All the best. I'm off to suck my collective thumb.

[opalblack.livejournal.com]

By and large, Trainspotting was not especially authentic to my experiences as a heroin user. A few things rang true, but over all it's just a sensationalised pastiche of media-panic-style images of junky culture as a spectacle of depravity. Not that I can think of anything better or more truthful to suggest, though I do like the Basketball Diaries.

It occurs to me that Heroin The Monster is currently in the same literary space inhabited by vampires prior to Interview being written. There are no sympathetic viewpoints being expressed. It's an irredeemable, craven villain with no reason or meaning except to highlight either through contrasting the virtue and strength of the protagonist, or through accentuating the pitiable suffering, degradation and elsewise blunt-instrument pathos of the victim.

I waffle. If you want to pick my brains, you're welcome to them.