Groupies

I was hanging out with a group of local intellectuals in a local restaurant. One of these intellectuals, a rightfully celebrated writer, came with a groupie attached to his hip. Now, groupies are normally a sign of unadulterated rock star status, and this guy was every bit the local intellectual equivalent of a rock star. So, the fact that he has a groupie is hardly surprising.

Now, she wasn't bad-looking...I mean, if I just woke up to find her next to me in my bed, I wouldn't kick her out. So far, so good, right? But then, something happened. She opened her mouth. Good God Almighty...

Rarely have I met anybody that jaw-droppingly stupid. (Sorry, local intellectual rock star. You're still a hero to me.) I mean, if she were some sort of Valley Girl, I will find her cuteness and naiveté vaguely endearing. But, no, she was dead serious, with all the pretentiousness of a worldly granola bar (with the accompanying substance, or lack thereof). And in the midst of all this, she seemed to think the room found her charming.

I made the mistake of calling her the local intellectual rock star's girlfriend. He told me discreetly never to do that again, because he didn't want her getting any ideas. I don't blame you, my friend. I wouldn't want to tap that either. I'm sure you can pull much better tail.

I don't know if I'll ever become famous. But if I do, God save me from groupies like that.

Food and Fuel

Would you rather have food on the table, or cheap gas? Didn't this use to be an easy question?

John C. Wright's Journal

http://johncwright.livejournal.com/
The blog of an actual writer whom I admire.

National Review Online

http://www.nationalreview.com/

Thank you, Mr. Roboto...

I was reading through this article in National Review (yes, I bleed Conservative), when on the last page, I came across this:

"But then Morrison was caught in a sex scandal involving a woman who worked in the Johnson County DA’s office. Allegedly, he wanted to use the woman as a mole to influence Kline’s investigation of Planned Parenthood, but she refused to go along. Morrison resigned in disgrace, but Sebelius appointed another political ally, a judge named Stephen Six who has continued the Sebelius jihad against not only Kline’s prosecution, but against Kline personally." (Italics mine.)

Hehe, not only is the governor of Kansas named like a Sith Lord (Darth Sebelius, lol!!), her ally sounds like he has a model number rather than an actual name. So, for all the jokes about Dick Cheney being Darth Vader and Terminator rolled into one, the Democrats may well get Darth Sebelius and her Terminator model Stephen 6 in their vice presidential slot for the upcoming election. Talk about the new boss being no different from the old boss. I can't wait for Stephen 6's face to melt and reveal the machine within...

Leading the Brave New World is...fucking Quebec?

Interesting article here from MercatorNet. Apparently, before Canada caught that nasty plague of Radix Faecal Encephalopathy in the year of our Lord 1968 (along with the rest of the West), this quaint little Canadian province already had a terminal case. I suppose it pays to be avant-garde. These guys are French, after all. Before the rest of the world knew the joys of bra-burning, legal infanticide and "free love", Quebec was already laying the groundwork.

I dunno, there is just something funny about a country's version of generation '68 taking its cue from the intellectual leading light that is Quebec, home of Celine Dion and punching bag of comic dogs everywhere. Apparently, it will now also be the home of "normative pluralism", a happy, adolescent ideology that will tell French-Canadian kiddies that it is okay to pray to the Flying Spaghetti Monster, as long as you don't, you know, actually believe the stuff about redemption, salvation, morality and shit.

It's like basing an entire social and civilizational philosophy on Woodstock. Oh, wait...fuck.

Damn you, Baby Boomers!!

The Successful Novelist

Rating:	★★★★★
Category:	Books
Genre:	Professional & Technical
Author:	David Morrell

So, the guy who was responsible for "Rambo" decides to write a book on how to write novels. That alone should conjure up images of writing novels via generous doses of gunpowder and primal roaring. If that wasn't kick-ass enough, the book is actually very insightful. As a budding writer too filled with piss and vinegar to be any good, I found much of his advice useful, and some of his warnings genuinely worrying. (Novelist as marketer? WTF?) It also turns some assumptions on their heads, such as the all-encompassing importance of outlines. I loved the book, and will keep much of it in mind when I write my first novel. Heck, the book is the reason I started this account.