Hunter S. Thompson is Dead

Another counter-culture hero has killed himself.

SARS In The City

I just had an amusing idea for a short story, or possibly an epic poem. The basic premise is that the dvd of Sex In The City, season whatever, has shipped with some kind of killer virus. Sort of like Ringu, only messier. The lead character would be a standard hard boiled private investigator, in the mold of Mike Hammer, only with an improbably lengthy and upper class sounding name, which would of course be shortened to something like Joe, or Dick maybe. I'll work on that a bit and post when I have something worthwhile. Until then, you'll have to be content with these advance reviews:

"A rollicking good read!"
The New York Review of Books

"Rich fare...heady stuff."
Los Angeles Times

"Perhaps his most beautiful
work...the artist seems to
have made peace with the
tension between man's ideas
of the many and of the one."
Observer

An Unabashed Look at Hangmen, Headsmen, and Their Kind

All ye that in the condemned hold doth lie,
Prepare ye, for tomorrow you shall die.
Watch and pray, the hour is drawing near.
That you before the Almighty must appear;
Examine well yourselves, in time repent,
That you may not to eternal flames be sent;
And when St. Sepulchre's Bell in the morning tolls,
The Lord above have mercy on your souls.

Project Gutenberg

I just started an enjoyable new hobby. It is redonculous how much I enjoy doing it, even though I am volunteering, something I have always considered to be a waste of time and effort. Those of you who are so inclined should join in the fun. Proofreading fun, so not all that fun unless you like that kind of thing. I do. So there. Just in case you feel like contributing towards an online database of books, hitch up your nerd pants and go here.