Inkwell: Authors and Artists

    
Bad, naughty Martha!
  

    
Pam, the amount of words used in an extract from a review would
definitely classify as fair use. And no, mostly no-one aks permission.
(The one that impressed me the least was a publisher who asked for a
blurb, wouldn't send any of the contents of the book, and then used the
blurb as an introduction.)

JaNell -- someone told me to go into the FAQ blog in the persona of 
the now-fired administrator and invite myself to join it? I thought I'd
figured that one out all by myself. (The FAQ blog was set up some
months ago by someone who isn't there, and the people who are runing
the website now couldn't figure out how to get me into it, and their
solutions were getting stranger and more unlikely. And then, I realised
that I had accidentally been given the guy-who wasn't-there's password
and ID at one point,a nd could use them to get backstage and fix
things...)
  

    
Neil--You know, I get that comment a lot... 

And did you know that you are on top of the 'Customers who bought
titles by Harry Knowles also bought titles by these authors:' list on
Amazon for the book about the guy running 'Ain't It Cool News'? You pop
up in the strangest places.

Pam--If I may blow my own trumpet, here is a little something about my
very odd experiences at ConCat:

http://www.ladymisstree.com/plays/03_concat/plays03.htm

And there is something even odder here (ConCat thingie cheesecake
photos!):

http://www.ladymisstree.com/creates/calendar/calendarhome.htm

JaNell--There are two girls in that Dreaming photo (and in photos I
have) from ConCat who are complete strangers to me. The girl in the
back on the left with the white sleeves and the girl kneeling in front
on the left. I've always wondered who they are...

I had a rather wonderful dream last night. I dreamed that Neil came to
Melbourne for some sort of festival and was doing a signing and some
other sort of thing--perhaps a play--where he sat with a group of
people in a room with a wall dividing it and another group of people on
the other side. I had to buy tickets for it and, as a lark, Neil was
in the ticket office. We had a lovely long chat about life, the
universe and everything, much to the annoyance of the long queue behind
me.

It made me smile this morning. I'm rather hoping it's prophetic
(although perhaps not the ticket selling part).

Tree
Who has a sore throat and sounds like a drag queen gargling gravel.
  

    
Neil: Hehe. But I did so suggest creating a blog for your FAQ stuff.
Great minds, and all... but that FAQ email is probably among the lonely
thou...
Actually, Sean, my oldest, always says "Great minds don't think alike;
great minds think for themselves!"

Now, having just typed in some random parts of a story called "Jack
Bootin' Oz" handwritten on pieces of paper gestating in the bottom of
my purse, I have to say re: handwriting books: phooey on that. It's too
much of a pain typing it in, and all I get for a handwritten page is a
few inches...
I'm hoping to start saving up for a decnt used laptop; when I'm here,
all the work to do fixing the house weighs guilt on me so heavy that I
can't write...

Ignore my email, Tree. He's hopeless.
  

    
Yes, Janell, but you suggested  setting up a blog long after a log had
been set up, and after I'd already written about how it had been set
up already (but I couldn't use it to post as me) on the blogger. I
thought you were just teasing me about having a blog that didn't
work...

Kelly -- http://www.thedent.com/allure1001.html is a piece by Kevin
Aucoin. He thinks that girl's a boy too.
  

    
Tree -- three was a very sweet old gentleman from Melbourne who came
up to me in Trieste and asked for information on Slovenia (which the
people I was with gave him). When I told him Melbourne was the only
city in Oz I'd not visited he said "Well then, you've missed the best
bit, mate." Which I thought was sweet.

I hear rumours that the Australian tour may happen... fingers crossed.

...

Wrote another chunk of the Gene Wolfe story today, and more Coraline
too.
  

    
Neil: well, spank my subconcious, that could be it. So, let's just
say... hmmm. I *was* teasing you... yeah, that's it.
Hey wait... we're speaking to each other. Er... People will think
we're friends again. D'oh!
  

    
We have a curfew once again in Cincinnati...the officer that shot and
killed a boy under questionable circumstances was found not guilty on
all charges.  Sigh.  

Neil--Actually, the Real Men character came to me in a dream, and I
think it is a man as well.  Maybe not physically, but definitely a man.

Tree--I really enjoyed your calendar.  While I'm just a lurker there,
I still like to think myself a thingie.  It was a very fun thing to
see.

I've missed you all.  I just wish my life would stop spinning.

Angelina.
  

    
Came, saw ton of messages, when in the middle of reading them was
asked to read incredibly long (but good) story by friend.  Brain now
dead.  So hugs to Angelina and good night.

Jen.
  

    
Went to get a pedicure today and came across a color named "Baby
Cakes."  A pale opalescent mauve shot through with gold. Naturally I
had to get it, and at the wholesale price too! ;)

Rocky...who took it as a sign that the universe's sense of humor is
back in full swing...
  

    

Hare and Burke were referred to on CSI tonight.  They were investigating
this murder - of course - and one of them mentioned Hare and Burke, and
talked about how Burke would kill people by kneeling on the victim's
chest, then they did this experiment with a dummy where one of them
kneeled on its chest which resulted in the same kind of mark found on the
corpse, and one of them said, "He was Burked!"

It's amazing how reading Neil, and learning more about what I read by
coming here and listening to you all, continues to expand my universe and
create odd synchronicities.
  

    
Ro went into pre-school today singing Souixie & the Banshees "Cities
Lie in Dust".

Neil, Angelina, ect: Define how one is a 'man' without the male human
body... although we all know adult human males who don't fall under my
definition of 'man' which has nothing to do with sexual orientation. It
has to do with responsiblity and nurturing and building up rather than
tearing down. Or like my Grandpa Davis used to say, "Any boy can
father a child; it takes a man to be a daddy."

Off I go to put that long awaited settlement check into the bank...
  

    
More Coraline!  Woo!!!!  Yeah!!

Adriana- Welcome back!  Re: Spinning- Hold on tight.  It's bound to
slow down.  And damn!  I'm not in LA.  Well, knock 'em dead, and all,
and break a pick, or something.

Rocky- That's so funny.  I love the looks on people's faces I get when
I play my Babycakes CD for them.  At first they're like, huh, and then
they're like, Oh My God.  My cousin asked me whether it was pro-life
or anti-animal testing.  I looked at him and said, well, it's good.

Linda- I'm convinced that synchronicities simply mean you're on the
right track in life.

Martha- Ha!
  

    
Jen--Thanks for the hugs.  :)

JaNell--Well, I'm one that certainly believes that you can be born in
the wrong body, or have the spirit of the opposite gender.  So, in
other words, I think that the Real Men character is a transgendered
person.  But that's just my take and opinion, of course.  I think "he"
makes a better man than a lot of people born with the male anatomy.

Angelina.
  

    
It's that 'Babycakes' that causes all the problems...
I hear Neil's voice when I read his words, and when he says something
here that might be sarcastic, or not, I hear it in that lovely sexy
evil sweet David Bowie/Labrynth, Tim Curry/Legend
come-here-my-darling-innocent-and-be-hypnotically-seduced-and-shagged-by-evil
'Babycakes' voice.
So I get all confused and flustered.
  

    
"evil sweet David Bowie/Labrynth"

Yum!
  

    
<< "evil sweet David Bowie/Labrynth"
>> Yum!

   Would you like to supersize that with a hubcap diamond-star halo?

   Woops, sorry about that.  I've been putting out fire with . . . oh,
never mind.
  

    

And here I was thinking that "hypnotically-seduced-and-shagged-by-evil"
would make a great pseud, had I not just taken one.
Perhaps even funnier with the last word removed.
  

    
Hypnotically-seduced-and-shagged-by-evil-babycakes?

Or hypnotically-seduced-and-shagged-by (madman)?  

I just like to be clear about these things, me, right up until the
hypnotic part.

*I don't, though, actually.  This is just another gem brought to us
all by the magnificent Lady Miss Tree, aka Miss April, who will have to
explain it before I burst.

-P
  

    
Miiiiiine! muuahahhahaha... Or something like that.

Drinking at work != productivity. *giggles*

>>Would you like to supersize that with a hubcap diamond-star halo?
<<

Yes please!  :-)

-Kelly
  

    
BTW, are we back to the Neil-is-David-Bowie's-love-child thing?
  

    

>Or hypnotically-seduced-and-shagged-by (madman)?

Or insert your own login there. Or, for maximal confusion, insert someone
else's.
  

    
what do I remember?
Bouncing on the bed in the hotel
Explaining to people that I had met Neil several times but had never
seen RatDog
Neil's face when he spotted Rocky walking in.
Sushi that took years to come (I have pictures of that ya know)
reading tarot cards sitting on a table, almost drunk and wondering why
everyone was amazed at how close I was
Listening to Neil read
getting my next tattoo sketch from Charles
Hearing the name Bob Weir and totally losing the ability to speak/move
 
JaNell,......I really wish that I would have known you prior, but am
glad I know you now.

Jinx who is starting another 5 day stretch and is not pleased about it
  

    
Hi all.
Very little is happening here, but I thought I'd drop (oops, almost
wrote drip) in and say I've gotten some good sniggers from reading this
weeklong backlog...and now of course I've read so many they're all
blurred into a big funny hazy smear...

I keep running these funny nighttime fevers, so by the time I get
online, I'm kind of dopey and unable to form useful thoughts.  Not that
this is a big change, but it makes me less likely to post my usual
drivel.  Probably because I can't figure out where the post button is.

Pam:  Burt.  Burt.  I love Burt.  I have no idea if he sings about
oatmeal lumps, though.

Oh gosh, I've gotta go.  The room is starting to kind of spin. 

Rebecca,
who is obviously a very cheap drunk.  
  

    
Rebecca--It seems we both have something for spinning lately.  

Pamela--Yes, I think we might be back to the the love child thing...I
never understood the obsession with David Bowie.  He scares the hell
out of me.

And now, unfortunately (or fortunately, I don't know...) I'm not going
to be able to listen to Babycakes without thinking of getting shagged
by evil....while humming "I'm A Believer"  

Angelina.