Archive for November, 2011
Ladies and gentlemen of the Jack-verse, I have a Dog Star level question for you at this moment. It’s not a hard question (nor will you be graded on your response), but it’s one I’ve been pondering of late and decided maybe it would be best to reach out to those that matter the most — you.
Wow — what a cliff hanger. The collective audience of The Walking Dead were left dangling from a cliff so high, it was almost impossible to see the ground below us. It was thrilling, it was horrific, it was … frustrating!
What? Frustrating? Oh, I guess I should add a bit of a preface here. Let’s see …
I wanted to take a moment to spotlight a very special type of misfit today. In no uncertain terms will you find a soul more misunderstood, misrepresented, mistaken, and often — miserable, than you will the Artist. Why is that you say? Why would a collection of people tasked with bringing beauty into the world be shunned and scored en masse? Why don’t you enter the boudoir and we’ll have a little tete a tete about the issue. Come no…Jack won’t bite (much).
Oh you didn’t go there. Did you? Why yes, I did. And if you’ve followed me long enough, you know I walk the walk baby! That’s right, I proudly admit the well of my truth runs deep and flows out into a fabulous wardrobe that include as many skirts as pants (probably more in fact). How else do you think I could manage to pull off such fabulous characters as Shero?
I want to preface this by saying, I love the show. Not only is it giving credibility to a genre near and dear to my heart (as well as giving me the hopes that the I Zombie trilogy will someday soon make its way to the screen). So it is with great trepidation that I use the word “Mistakes” in the title. But there are just a few things I would like to point out that the show seems to overlook
Oh no! Here they come, everyone hide! Shhhh, they’ll hear you. You REALLY don’t want that group to know we’re here. Oh, which group am I talking about? I’m talking about that tragically hip subset of the urban middle class adult ironically named “the hipster”. The hipster is one of those people best read about and not experienced. Why? Imagine the beat poet, the punk, the grunge kiddie, and the intelligentsia all wrapped up into one skinny-jean-clad, ironic package. That is the hipster. But are all hipsters created equal? Not necessarily.
I was watching one of my favorite new comedies the other night, The New Girl (with recent Fabulous Friday award recipient Zooey Deschanel) when one of the characters referred to Thanksgiving as the least sexy holiday of all time. I have a few turkey friends that would beg to differ! So much so, they have begged me to show to my lovely readers and fans just how to turn Thanksgiving into Fabsgiving!
As you might expect, I’m a big fan of The Walking Dead. It’s a great series illustrating so many levels of what the zombie apocalypse will bring to the human race. Oh sure there are cringe-worthy moments that make us zombie authors think “Oh, why didn’t they consult me?”
I’ve had enough. Seriously. I can’t believe My dear friend Jack has gone this long with his Misfit Monday and not taken the opportunity to do ME!
Wait, that came out so deliciously wrong.
Look, this place needs a little pretty hung up on the walls and who better than to bring the pretty than little ol’ Shero? That’s right, ladies and gentlegirls, it’s time you all got Shero’d.
Today is a special Fabulous Friday. Why? Well, ma’am, I’m glad you asked. Today’s FF is brought to you by the the most fabulous group of all — the gay men and women of the world. Those wonderfully loving, accepting, and (most of all) FABULOUS people of which I do believe, in some sense of the Kevin Baconized world we live in, I am connected to most of them.
Oh Hollywood, you vile temptress you. How you taunt the planet with your idea of what beauty is. You toss caution and logic to the wind in lieu of an image of beauty no mortal could ever achieve. You force your children to spend the vast majority of their days in the gym and with trainers instead of honing their craft. And why? Because you think that’s what the public wants to see. That is a travesty to beauty.
For anyone that knows me, and knows me well, you know that I have this ridiculous infatuation with Clive Barker. He is, as most would say, my idol. And unlike most fans in the Barkerverse, my author-crush is not simply because of his creation of one the finest characters in all of horror-dom — Pinhead. That man-crush is born of the awe the man’s writing inspires within. He is, in a word, genius.
I will begin this by first apologizing to all of my gloriously wonderful gay friends out there. It’s understandable that an entire community would refuse to accept a woman who dare take on a Dorothy like role as did Zooey Deschanel did in The Tin Man. That being said, I have to say, I can’t continue on without handing out a Fabulous Friday to the younger of the two Deschanel sisters.
Today is a day of firsts and seconds. First we have our first Get Jack’d three way with two of my favorite indie authors: The Queen of Darkness and Fire (Shea MacLeod) and the Queen of Witches (Heather Marie Adkins). Where should I start? Should I just swoon, being among such insanely amazing talent? Here’s what I should do – stop yammering and start discussing!
Just what does that title mean? It’s a secret. Okay, not really. Today’s Humday Horror is about television — specifically what gets canned vs. what remains. The trash that lasts vs the gems that die. It’s about the thinking man’s loss vs. the simpleton’s gain. Could I be more cryptic? Hell yes I can! Let’s get busy!