Showing posts with label Jeremy Kelly. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jeremy Kelly. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

My Head is Swelling...

The title is not a reference to the ongoing coughing or plague-like symptoms I may be exhibiting, or to anything evil your minds may be thinking up. This is a new week and, yes, another fine award bestowed upon yours truly.
Laura Eno at A Shift in Dimensions kindly passed on the Kreativ Blogger Award to myself and a few others. We have recently become fans of each others blogs. I especially enjoy her #fridayflash and encourage you all to go check it out.

I must, of course again cite the somewhat (in)famous Anton Gully rule of probabilities and only award this to one person lest we have several gazillion of these babies floating around by Halloween. Another blog I have been frequenting recently, and whose humour and visuals I have come to enjoy, is Jeremy Kelly's Join The Birdies. I hope that he covets this award and admires it in a locked, dark room as much as I. Congratulations, sir!

Of course winning this prize does come with a couple of responsibilities...you must please provide a link back, pass this award on to another person or persons whose blogs you enjoy and notify your recipients.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Eureka!

Today I opened my mailbox to discover that the Necrotic Tissue Issue 7 had finally arrived. I must now recant the nasty things that I have been thinking about certain postal services. With trembling fingers, I sliced open the end of the yellow, bubble-wrapped cocoon and out slid the glossy magazine. Now the dilemma of deciding to start at the beginning and read to the end, or perhaps jump straight to the stories by Jeremy Kelly or perhaps Catherine J. Gardner whose "The Scratch of an Old Record" was selected best story. Hmm...what's a guy to do...

To help celebrate, I have dug through some old quotes to find one that, I hope, fits the occasion.

"There are certain themes of which the interest is all-absorbing, but which are too entirely horrible for the purposes of legitimate fiction."

--Edgar Allan Poe, The Premature Burial