Ha

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. What's funny about rape? What kind of Penthouse letters would Beckett write? What kind of sex advice would you get from a third grader? How long will you laugh at the insistence between a man and his dominatrix?

You should get the only literary magazine I've read cover to cover--I was going to say "in a long time," but why lie--ever! Monkeybicycle #5.

Me on Monkeybicycle II: This Time It's Undead

Speaking of zombies--and when are you not?--my short story "The Zombie That Ate the Last Person Alive" is up on the incomparable Monkeybicycle. I'm happy to be appearing there again.

Printers Hate Menstrual Blood and There Will Be Literary Thrillers

I am sad. Which I will probably blog about when I'm not quite so sad.

In the mean time, Ben Tanzer's blog has made me angry. He reproduces a letter from Eric Spitznagel about the Monkeybicycle Dirty Comedy issue. Turns out its release has been delayed because all the printers they tried were offended by the content. Specifically offended by a cartoon that contained menstrual blood (because no one is offended by reading anymore because no one reads). Is this those wacky free-speech-hating foreigners upset at cartoon representations of Muhammad? No, it's god-fearing printers of America, practicing censorship. To quote Spitznagel: "I think we've learned something today, my friends. We've learned that the printing industry is afraid of menstruation." God bless America.

What has made me happy is reading Derek Nikitas's discussion of literary thrillers on Murderati, which tackles the literary vs. genre debate. What has also made me happy is David Jack Bell's hypothetical writers draft.

Me on Monkeybicycle

So today or yesterday by now what with the midnight, not only did I have a poem in my pocket, but my short story "Revelation" went up on Monkeybicycle. It was a wonderful day.