Gone Daddy Gone: Vent Yer Vents, Prompt Yer Promotes
(A photo from back in the day, when I was promoting Ann's boxing career. We never did get that elusive title shot against Ali's daughter. But Ann was a solid 25-1-1, with 23 knock-outs, before the inevitable slide when I hired Mayweather Sr. as her trainer. Ended up 34-12-1 and broke outside of St. Louis, fending off rats. Man, those were good times. But, I gotta say, we both find the writing and editing a lot easier.)Ann and I are taking some desperately needed R&R over our (seventh!) anniversary weekend (four days, sun, sand, margaritas, reading). There won't be no posting until Wednesday-ish. May you all be safe, well, and happy.And, if you're around, feel free to post on any of the following topics: your current or future reading, your current or future projects, or any pet peeve topic you just can't stop thinking about no matter what and posting here might just save your sanity. Those sorts of things. No fighting, though! And no kissing!Finally, will leave you with some choice linkage from this blog over the past few weeks, beyond what's still on the front page.Goodbye, intertubes. Goodbye, all you fellow weirdoes...until next time...The Pathology of Derek Raymond's Dead Man Upright and a longer post on the first four Factory novels by Raymond.Godzilla PoopBookdeath Tips on PRSfar and Trondheim's Dungeon brillianceClowns: Not Just For Brunch Anymore!Bad Asses Move a Dragon HeadConsequences of Buying Weird Stuff at the Grocery StoreFinch from Inception to Interior LayoutAnd, finally, a sneak peek at a link I'll be featuring on Omnivoracious next week...<
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