All You’ll Get Out of Me This Month

It’s been a while since I posted anything, I know. I’ve been healing, writing, healing. My toes are very close to being good as new, the leakage having stopped at the end of February. All that’s left now are the scabs, which are flaking off bit by bit with my daily showers (I’m sure you wanted to know that). Needless to say, it’s made a world of difference to be able to walk around without any pain. Stupid toes.

Heroes’ Day is getting the usual silent treatment from the handful of publishing houses to which I submitted. That’s my fault for not having an agent (at least then I assume I’d get rejection letters instead of nothing at all). Still, I had to try before giving the OK for the Vertigo Alley edition slated for release next month.

Somebody please tell me what movie or TV show this “Best GIF Ever” is from:!

It’s so good I’m currently using it as my MySpace profile pic. I also found the perfect music to match, and posted a brief video clip on YouTube. It’s mesmerizing I tell you!

Claude has a new book of poetry / lyrics out, titled My Life in Rhymes:

My Life in Rhymes, by Claude Foster

Deep stuff from the Hoss.

Burning Tree Project’s Time and Color got a vicious review in the OC Weekly, and while I think reviewer Dave Segal was a bit heavy-handed, I tend to agree with several of his comments. I was a big fan of the band’s 2002 “blue album” release, which, despite numerous requests from fans, has not been re-released or made available in any way, shape, or form. A pity, since it contained several of the group’s strongest tracks to date, and paved the way for a musical path that was, ultimately, left unexplored after the departure of rhythm guitarist Tim Sohn and drummer Mark Chiang in 2004. Currently, the band is knee-deep in its own experiments with commercialism, which means massage, rinse, repeat. You know the rest of the drill. Only time will tell if the experiment is a success.

A brief quote from dissatisfied customer no. 25 (I actually stopped counting the critical e-mails after 15, but I imagine I’ve reached the mid-20s by now) regarding Stories from the Steel Garden:

I can see where you are trying to convey humility, but the end result is unfortunately little more than a voyeuristic peek inside a dysfunctional nudist colony.

Well, at least the reader was able to get a voyeuristic thrill out of his $15. I only hope it wasn’t at the Hags’ expense…or Richard’s. At any rate, I’m glad the reader hasn’t posted at the book’s page.