Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog

Yes, I may have two musical recommendations here within days of each look funny...

Monday, July 28, 2008

Me in roger, an art & literary magazine

So my short story "The Villain" is in the current issue of roger, an art & literary magazine. I'm in there with luminaries like Aaron Hellem, Don Mager, and some nobody called Pablo Neruda.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Only For Now

So the other night we went to see Avenue Q. An adult send-up of Sesame Street and the Electric Company, what could be better? Though it makes me call into question why I waste my time scribbling here when as Trekkie Monster says "The Internet is for porn!"

Monday, July 21, 2008

Get to know Unknown Hinson

Saw Unknown Hinson (a.k.a. the voice of Early Cuyler on Squidbillies) the other night. After the plus-sized burlesque opening act, he did a two hour show. With show stoppers like "Fish Camp Woman." Possibly the best rocka-gotha-billy I've ever seen live.

See for yourself:

And his views on the state of the Internet:

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

The Condemned

Home from the Emerald Isle and convalescing from the jet lag. On the plane, I finished David Jack Bell's thrilling novel The Condemned. It's a tight page-turner playing with the tropes of a zombie tale while brilliantly and subtly commenting on the war, the treatment of veterans, Katrina, and more. Take the dark ride yourself.

Monday, July 14, 2008

Blarney, All Blarney

That's right I was a total tourist and kissed the blarney stone. Blarney castle was built by Cormac MacCarthy, not to be confused with Cormac McCarthy (pictured). Supposedly, the kisser gets the gift of eloquence...or cooties. Also, an embarrassing photo opportunity.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Ring of Dingle

No jokes--it's just too easy. So I'm going to bore you again with my travels. Though I can barely drive in the U.S., I decided to rent a car and drive in Ireland. But I had GPS. Going to Dingle, I read about the great views of Conor's Pass but how "treacherous" it can be in bad weather. I bravely decided to avoid it, thinking the GPS would take me by way of the main highway. Where did it take me, you certainly would feel inclined to ask if just out of courtesy. Here, that's where:

I survived. The next day I went around the ring of Dingle. My first big site was the Celtic and Prehistory Museum where I meet this odd musician who has collected and now opened to the public a strange collection of things, including the giant skull of a Woolly Mammoth--complete with tusks as big as me. And then I was off to the Great Blasket Island. And it was great. The place is empty:

The few remaining inhabitants left the island years ago. The ferryman said that they went to American and never came back. No cafes, no convenience stores, no bathrooms (ouch). Only the abandoned houses even newer ones with stuff just left or litter piled in. As this eerie, i.e. poorly shot, photo will attest:

I hiked the island for three hours and was alone most of the time. Which is disconcerting when you find piles of bones around the place:

But the view was worth it:

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Here's a Limerick for You

So I'm in Limerick. Which, of course, must remind you of that time that I wrote that post about a dirty limerick for no reason whatsoever. I thought so. You may not know that the city of Limerick is known to the Irish as "Stab City." It's not what you think. It's because lots and lots of people here have been stabbed. Unless that's what you thought, in which case you should try to not be so cynical.

Here, however, is a lovely picture of Limerick, which is not so lovely because I took it:

Here is a picture from Limerick's darker underbelly:

Oh No, The Irony

Jesse Helms, the Big No, is dead. And it took an Irish radio talk show for me to find out he died on the fourth of July--the Irish are obsessed with politics. I am not so obsessed but feel like you should know what's right (treating people like human beings) and what is wrong (most human beings). I only comment here because as I've noted in the past, like Jesse, I'm a graduate of Wingate U., a place indebted to him for support. I met him several times, though he only stared at me, whether with disdain or incomprehension, I'm not sure. And I'm grateful for meeting the Dali Lama because of Jesse who brought him to Wingate--hating Communist China made strange bedfellows. He was also responsible for me meeting Henry Kissinger, Bob Dole, and Dan Quayle--for which I'm not so grateful. As part of my job at the college library I moved all of his papers around in the stacks before the Helms Center opened--occasionally reading some until I discovered how dull they were. Jesse Helms is gone and he will be...gone from now on, never changing, truly conservative.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

I Look Like Val Kilmer Redux

So after screwing around yesterday about how an Irish museum guard told me, "You're the spitting image of Val Kilmer, you are." I know that sounds like stereotyped dialogue, but life is damned cliche. Anyway, my visual joke was that I wasn't the older, chubbier Kilmer but The Doors' Kilmer.

So today I get an email from "Vals Helpers." That's right, Val has "helpers." How does one get helpers? Are these just obsessed fans? Mel, I'm looking at you. Or are they employees? Or a sad, sad Kilmer himself? Included was the message, "These are current. Taken - June 08 at a benefit in Beverly Hills." Here is one of these pictures of Val Kilmer, who presumably I am the spitting image of. Enjoy.

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

I Am the Spitting Image of Val Kilmer

At least, that's what one of the museum guards at the National Museum at Collins Barracks told me. Clearly this person had to have done loads of acid and just finished watching The Doors before coming to work to make that mistake. I mean look at Kilmer on the left and me on the resemblance whatsoever.