Saturday, February 07, 2004
I have Tom Waits' "Innocent When You Dream" stuck in my head.
And we just learned that The Dresden Dolls will be playing at the Echo Lounge in Atlanta on March 27th. Which would be extremely cool, but we have to be in Ft. Lauderdale at the International Conference on the Fantastic in the Arts (ICFA) that weekend. Grrrrrr. We may make the drive to Chapel Hill, to see them the Tuesday night after the conference. Grrrrr, again.
Thanks to Amber Morris, Carlo Cordova, Serena Valentino, and everyone else who's written me lately, with encouraging words of one sort of another. I have been remiss in replying to e-mails, because I suck.
I hate being certain that a movie's going to be a complete and total turd and discovering otherwise. I think it was reasonable to expect Jeepers Creepers 2 to stink at least as badly as the first film. But we rented it last night, in the mood to heckle something that was too dumb to actually watch, and were suprised to find that it's actually a fun and watchable film with some nicely creepy touches here and there. If only the filmmakers could have broken with the teens-in-peril formula, and made their monster just a little less Freddyesque, they might have wound up with a good monster movie. The opening sequence, in the cornfield, is genuinely chilling, and could stand alone as a short film, I think.
Yesterday, I began a new short story, or I tried to begin a new short story. Most of the day was spent researching, when I wanted to actually be writing. This one's for Steve Jones' forthcoming Mammoth Book of Terror. Hopefully, I'll make some real progress on it today. And I have to start drawing all those monsters. That pretty much covers today.
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