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So I saw the documentary Bully. And boy, did it bring me back to that twisted time of life called childhood. I remember being bullied: by students, in summer camp and social clubs. This particular song broke loose from whatever pocket of subconscious memory where I'd hidden it. During summer swim lessons, kids would gather around me and sing: "I see your hiney All black and shiny You'd better hide it Before I bite" It was silly and Othering at the same time. I remember being punched in the face by an older student in junior high and crying on the bus ride home. I also remember the Weird Kid that everyone ostracized. He was scrawny and pale with an oddly shaped head, and everyone decided not to like him and treated him poorly, Including me. As awkward as I was, I was never that guy. I wonder what happened to him? I am so sorry that joined in the reindeer games. I remember taking overdoses of cold medicine and feigning illness because I hated going to school. Did other people see the movie? And what were your thoughts. |
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Earlier this year I wrote about "Song To The Siren" by This Mortal Coil (originally, Tim Buckley) in an essay that will be published sometime this spring in a book called THE FIRST TIME I HEARD Cocteau Twins, a series on writers and the music they love edited by Scott Heim. Imagine my (pleasant) surprise that Caitlin Kiernan (aka greygirlbeast)'s novel THE DROWNING GIRL has layered that haunting song in her novel. |
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The last social network has been invaded. My favorite author is Dr craig Hello sir craig, my name is Samantha, I specially welcomes you on this social network, as i came across your profile now on this Site . So I decided to stop by an let you know that I really want to have a good friendship with you. Beside i have something special i want to discuses with you, but I find it difficult to express myself here, since it's a public site. I will be very happy, If you can get back to me, through my e-mail.( |
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 Cold Grey Stones by Tanith LeeMy rating: 4 of 5 stars This collection is a too-brief collection of the latest Tanith Lee short fiction that encompasses her unique take on dark fantasy. She is one of the best living (and under-rated) practitioners of the the modern Weird Tale. CLOCKATRICE: Worth the price of the book, this is a rich, weird wild ride of a story that mixes seamlessly, high fantasy and modern life. One of Tanith's best. MALICIOUS SPRINGS: This is a contemporary horror story with an unexpectedly warm heart at the center. THE GREYVE: A contemporary Kafka-esque fable. THE HEART OF ICE: Fairy-tale fantasy, very reminiscent of Hans Christian Anderson and written in the high style CALINNEN: Almost Arthurian fantasy, gently disquieting EN FORET NOIRE: Another dark fairy tale about the Forest Primeval. FR'EULOGY: Vignette. (So no spoilers)! THE GOD OKREM: Very Clark Ashton Smith: what they call "hothouse fantasy." IN THE COUNTRY OF THE BLIND: Vignette/fable (so no spoilers!) MY HEART: A STONE: A novelette; mash-up of Dickensian historical fiction and the weird tale. KILLING HER: Black comedy View all my reviews
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As am I writing this book about a bullied youth, I remember my own experience in the past, before bullying was given the spotlight that it deserves. I remember the worst incident. I was in summer school, around 4th or 5th grade and a bunch of kids beat me up during gym class, while the teacher watched. Being beaten up was bad enough--I recall being knocked out flat on the gym floor, with a bunch kids punching and kicking me. The teacher, Mr. P we'll call him, just sat watching. I went up to him afterwards and asked him why he didn't stop them. Well, maybe not that eloquently. He told me that I was unlikable. The worst part, by far, was the fact the teacher seemed to condone the violence against me. |
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Walking to the Metro from work, I passed a man who was the spitting image of Kim Stanley Robinson. It was such a striking resemble that I stopped, pulled out my earbuds and half-assedly mouthed his name aloud. (To no avail). This weird encounter is underscored by the fact that the one time I spoke to him (at Clarion West) he told me he used to live in Bethesda. |
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So, I have a Tumblr. Because all the cool kids are doing it. |
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500 words. The character is turning out different than I first envisioned him. He's stronger than I was at that age. |
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Said she, "Your story is exquisite - perfectly judged to break the heart. Beautiful."
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