i miss the days of having hobbies like chain smoking and drinking enough coffee to cause tetanus-like symptoms. i have a soft spot for egotists and megalomaniacs (suppose the difference between them is really sort of subtle and probably unimportant). i might be one or the other. i can't decide if i want to do what i can to help the human race survive itself, or sit back and enjoy a nice drink while watching things continue to spiral downward. i find it a bit humorous that i taste as bitter as i feel.
yes, i just licked myself to test this (my ARM, for god's sake you sick fucks. christ.).
Got a load of prepubs/galleys; several books that'll be available in tpb or pb within the next few months and are allready out; along with How to Self-Destruct by Jason Seiden; scheduled to be out in April of 08 and Ariana Franklin's The Serpent's Tale, which came out sometime this month. It shows when I haven't been to the store for a while; the load of old Galleys which haven't found homes on the shelf gets bigger, and bigger. There's still a lot of stuff from last year on the shelf marked 'review books' that my peers and I take from; indeed, most of the books I got in this ramble are already out; Ray Bradburry's Farewell Summer, Aryn Kyle's The God of Animals, and William Gibson's Spook Country.
If my memory serves me right, this one is from the hoity-toity shopping district of Myeong-dong. People everywhere on any given day. About two streets over it got really bad. The Levi's store, American Apparel and a whole fuckton of people milling about. You could barely walk in a straight line if you had the bad luck of being down there during the busy hours. Which is why it struck me as very odd to hear the familiar roar of a harley. In a place like Seoul you rarely see choppers, or tattooed people, as people will automatically assume you're part of a gang. So it was pretty damned scary to hear this thing and then see it slowly roaring it's way right through the middle of the crowd. People were almost diving to get out of it's way. Partly because he was on a giant chunk of steel that would flatten you, and partly because the guy was wearing almost nothing besides leather chaps, a black leather vest and more nasty-looking tattoos than you could shake a stick at. We watched from an alley we had ducked into and just as if nothing was going on at all, a smooth black lexus calmly padded it's way through the newly-plouged hole. Ho, shit was about all I could think.
I was sitting in the comfy brown leather chair of my favorite coffee bar on the internet minding my own business. When through a small game of link hop-scotch I found a site detailing the latest hair brained scheme of the Church of Scientology. The only thing is latest isn't exactly the correct adjective.
Apparently the CoS has been working top members of the staff into the Clergy. The Catholic Church was reluctant to disclose the name or names of these double-agent priest. The official word on this is that the Catholic Church will be keeping an eye on there flock.
To me it sounds like there were several of these double-agents priest. It also sounds to me that the Catholic Church is about to go through another clam-shell game of find the priest. I clicked on the little next arrow to find that the site had gone down. I found one or two other sites that housed this article, but now they all seem to be gone.
I wish I had screen captured it. If anyone can find the article please post it.
Ah, the joys of being in a rural locale. high winds and intermittent power. and worse, my ears are of the bass-enhanced sticking out variety*, and bugger me if that wind isn't fecking cold.
* if your ears aren't of the extra bass variety, cup your hands behind them and push them to the fore, you will notice that everything sounds a bit better. more oomph. it's my excuse and I'm sticking to it. I hope to hit 'post entry' before the power cuts off again. here goes...