It’s alive…it’s alive!!!
Apparently my knee (wounded in a grievous sledding accident months ago) is finally started knitting itself back together. I’ve been able to go out running the last two nights in a row…with nary a wet crunch or a scream of agony.
Running feels good…
…running (after all this time) feels horrible…
…but then it feels good.
Monday’s open mic reading at Twilight Tales went well. I had a lot of visitors, including Wil and Val and Kristi and Jason and Todd and more besides. I’m really loving the live reading. I think I done durn good too . . . as the author in charge of Twilight Tales, Tina Jens, asked to see a copy of the story (“Blood, Snow, and Sparrows”). I think it’s just about ready to submit somewhere.
The Monday before last’s Twilight Tales featured their annual “Red Light Night” which featured love stories, tales of an amorous nature, erotica, erotic horror…and all points between and up and down. There were some strange stories told…and some disturbing ones. Between stories, the MCs took and read pages from a romantic encounter/sex book for couples (each page opening to reveal a different game or scenario or scene for a couple to enact). It got a lot of laughs from the audience, myself included . . . until the fateful moment . . . when . . . they . . . revealed . . . the . . . cover . . .
. . .
. . . (I get tax write-offs for using ellipses…in case you’re wondering)
I recognized that book cover. I’d seen that book cover. I’d seen that book cover on my parents book shelf. AHHHH!!! Suddenly every page/game/scenario took on visualizations of the most horrific nature. I mean…on one hand I’m thinking, “Way to go Mom and Dad.” On the other . . .
. . . I don’t want to talk about it.
In news that I won’t shut away as a repressed memory, the UIS library wants me to come down to Springfield and get photographed so that I might be the “celebrity” on a new set of READ posters. They want to start a tradition of honoring the Outstanding Thesis winners this way. I get to be the first. I’m quite tickled.
Now I know they’ll want to take their own photos and design their own posters and such…but I’ve already come up with a prototype:
“Read a book…
…OR I’LL GNAW ON YOUR IMMORTAL SOULS!”
What do you think, America? Be honest.
And as a final bit of business, I’ve gotten some unfortunate complaints about using Hypno-Toad as my spokesperson, messenger, and well . . . mass manipulator of my audience. I care what you folks think and I’ve retired Hypno-Toad (actually his remains have been ground up, samples of it strategically placed in several packaging plants, for the next peanut butter recall scare). The frightening, controlling presence of Hypno-Toad has been replaced with a more congenial personality, one that families across this great nation have all come to trust implicitly. None other than movie star Wilford Brimley, that wholesome presence, that star of such movies as Cocoon, The Thing, The Firm – not to mention Quaker Oatmeal and those Liberty Medical commercials.
Mr. Brimley, do you have anything you’d like to say to the nice people?