Ashamed of my Species

Posted by Anthony H - January 29th, 2010

Headed home tonight, following enormous gunmetal gray Hummer, vanity plates read: GUZLR

I immediately fantasize about remote detonation — once all humans have exited the vehicle of course…

Real Confusion in Fake Worlds

Posted by Anthony H - January 26th, 2010

If you haven’t seen “The Hurt Locker” you should, provided that you can handle the real world’s desperate lack of sense being mirrored in fiction.  The film is heroic, confused and heart wrenching without being super human, incoherent or falling into sobbing pathos.

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A Bottle Full of Hope

Posted by Anthony H - January 19th, 2010

“The Last Page” was always intended as the first half of something bigger.

Well, I finished the rough draft of that bigger thing on Thursday and it feels pretty damned “ticky” to have the whole story out *at last* (minus the one scene I skipped in my dash for the end).   Right now the manuscript has settled its amorphous girth at about 125,000 words but it’ll get just a bit fatter before I call it done.

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Assassin’s Creed for REAL!

Posted by Anthony H - January 13th, 2010

Pure Awesome!

Against Bunions

Posted by Anthony H - January 11th, 2010

We’ve got this guy at the studio who is “against” things.  It’s pretty funny actually…if you work with him maybe.  He’s against things like cheese, inheritance and Jones fractures.  He’s also against “The Road” by Cormack McCarthy (he was a little vague on why) Frosty the Snowman and Perrier.  I’m compiling a list, you know, for posterity that usually grows by one or two items a week.  I keep it on my desktop and I don’t let him see it.  Maybe I will at the end of this project.  Anyway, he’s not really a dark negative person or anything.  He’s just got opinions.

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Creamy Little Horror Movie

Posted by Anthony H - January 7th, 2010

Quick post just to pass along this 5 minute movie.

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Holiday Postmortem

Posted by Anthony H - January 4th, 2010

So, holidays were good but at the same time strangely hectic.  On one hand I got done what I wanted by sheer force of will (continuing to wake up and write at 5 AM pretty much every day) and on the other I just sort of collapsed into my hole and rolled a stone across the entrance…some kind of tenebrous retreat for which I was grateful and from which I did not emerge until today.  I think my phone went dead on day 4 or 5 of the break and I couldn’t be bothered to plug it in.  Strangely I still took it with me when I *did* leave the house — out of habit — but even out and about, I remained in seclusion, going to bookstores and theaters rather than gatherings or the houses of friends.

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