Dear, sweet Lord...

I'm going to have to rename this blog something along the lines of I Hate Pseudo-Christian Racists and Everything They Stand For.

Seems the good, honest white folk down in Jena have the power of White Jesus on their side.

William Gibson gets some of that CNN love

Gibson has always been one of my favorites - he's the only author I collect in hardback, anyway. I met him when he was in Atlanta signing Pattern Recognition and thanked him for saving Science Fiction.

He looked sorta bemused and said, "I don't think I did a very good job."

His last two have been great; now that the world of Today has essentially caught up with his vision of Tomorrow, he writes realistic fiction about Right Now that still manages to feel like Sci-Fi.

Dude...

What, too soon?

alien artifact

I was cleaning up recently when I found this picture of one of my nephews at Chuck E. Cheese's from about five years ago. It's a monochromatic image on thermal paper - it looks alike a surveillance image, or maybe a still from a Matthew Barney film. It's wonderfully creepy. Goes to show what bad resolution and a little physical damage can do to enhance the mood of a piece.

Courtney's burden

Courtney Love (looking ever more like a blow-up doll that's been rolled in flour - or something) is worried. She's worried about Amy Winehouse, what with all the pills and booze. And blow. From the article:

She was overheard telling a pal: “I’ve been with lots of people when they’ve taken coke, including stars like LINDSAY LOHAN and KATE MOSS.

“But I’ve never seen anyone take as much coke as Amy. Even I wasn’t that bad.”

She's worried about Owen Wilson, and the role her ex-beau Steve Coogan may have played in the whole affair. About that: what's worse for tha Coog? People finding out he's a drug-addled party boy, or that he used to poke CL? [/shudder]

Mostly, though, I think she's worried about Courtney, and how to keep Courtney in the papers, and on the nets, and on the TV...

words fail me

That's actually the working title of a great song by Gerlinda Grimes, who I used to be in a band with. Or possibly still am. Not sure.

Anyway, it also describes my current blogstate. I'm amused and angered by any number of things, sometimes simultaneously, but lately I lack the compunction to write about any of it. We've even had yet another GOP sexytime thing go down (stop it), and I can't gloat or crow or any of that, because it's all too damn sad.

I'm supposed to be working on some keyboard stuff for someone this weekend, but I can't seem to stay on that either. Bah.

Is it time for The Soup yet?



It's been raining, too.