• Blog
  • About Joshua
  • Written Works
  • Reviews

Joshua Alan Doetsch

~ Author & Scrivnomancer

Joshua Alan Doetsch

Author Archives: scrivnomancer

Come on it’s a train!

29 Saturday Jul 2006

Posted by scrivnomancer in Uncategorized

≈ 4 Comments

OK, if I have this straight, Sarah Joy, Kansas, and Karissa are all not going now (correct me if I got that wrong) leaving Genenda, Torrie, and Jerry.

 

Can you lovely ladies pick up Jerry?  I vouch for him.  He’s a huggy-bear.  I sent the both of you his number via a message on MySpace (thus we have turned this conversation inter-blogging-site).

 

If anyone else needs a ride – if there is something else I’m not thinking of – or if I got any of the above wrong, just throw a brick at my head and I’ll respond promptly.

 

Almost slip n’ slide time!!!!!!

Carpool to the party (hop aboard!)

27 Thursday Jul 2006

Posted by scrivnomancer in Uncategorized

≈ 14 Comments

This post is specifically addressed to those needing carpools to the slip n’ slide party (if you need a ride and are not mentioned, give me a shout) . . .

 

 

OK, from what I’m seeing, these people (and any other miscellaneous folk they bring along) need or are part of a carpool trekking up to the party:

 

Genenda (coming from Nashville, IL – that’s southern IL)

Torrie (coming from Springfield)

Kansas (coming from Eureka, right?)

Jerry (coming from Bloomington)

Sarah Joy (you’re over by Rockford, correct?)

 

First of all, introductions – everybody, Jerry is a swell guy I knew in high school and when I worked at a local movie theater.  Jerry, everybody else listed are fine folks that I met, in some way shape or form, through Eureka College.  Everybody shake hands.

 

Cool.

 

OK.  Genenda and Torrie were already planning on carpooling up and the last I heard they were still open to other riders (more riders means easier gas bills for all).  Now depending on the size of the car in question, it is possible to squeeze everyone mentioned into the trip . . .

 

Genenda would go from Nashville to Springfield, and Torrie/Genenda could then travel north to Bloomington/Eureka.  Torrie/Genenda/Jerry/Kansas could then head up north via 39, which will take them to the Rockford area, on the way to my place, to get Sarah Joy.  And then the mayaham and fun as the payoff.

 

Of course this might not be possible.  Everyone’s to and return trip times might not sink up, or maybe some of the above mentioned people are bringing people with them (which is certainly encouraged).  We could then split into two caravans with Torrie/Genenda coming up on their own (or with whoever they bring) via 55 (or whatever their preferred route).  Maybe Kansas (and whatever other people from Eureka he can nab) pick up Jerry in Bloomington and head up 39 (with a stop in Rockford for Sarah Joy).

 

Or maybe there is a combination/solution I haven’t mentioned.

 

Feed me input my fellow revelers . . .

Pirate by Twilight Sleeps at First Light

25 Tuesday Jul 2006

Posted by scrivnomancer in Uncategorized

≈ 12 Comments

Following the erratic breadcrumb trail of memories to dreams of strange witch cabins that run about on chicken legs . . .

 

Sunday . . . I went to the Renaissance Fair with some friends and family.  I need little excuse to dress as a pirate so that’s what I went as.  What they didn’t tell me is that we were going to visit the Safe House afterwards.  So I spent Sunday night, drinking and wandering downtown Milwaukee dressed as a pirate.

Monday morning, my brother’s girlfriend made the sad farewell and journey back to Japan.  Sunday night’s festivities were the final farewell.  Hope I didn’t frighten her away . . . . . . .

Ah, but seriously.  We’ll all miss ya Sachiko.  It was fun punching Nick in the shoulder together (and much more affective than the normal, solo beat downs).

 

Monday night . . . I went to Chicago and to The Red Lion Pub to see the Twilight Tales reading.  The pub itself is pretty cool, a British style pub that I believe has a bunch of haunting stories centered around it and is a stop on some of the city’s haunted tours.

 

Twilight Tales is a combination publisher and writing club.  They have a website where they publish stories, comics, podcasts and such – by local authors.  They also publish print books and anthologies.  And – best of all – they focus on strange and macabre stories.  Tonight was a reading by a few authors.  But on other Monday nights, they do open mic (so I think I’ll go read there in the near future).  I suspect Monday nights at the Red Lion will become a regular thing for me.

 

And what else am I forgetting . . .

 

SLIP N’ SLIDE PARTY!!!

 

Just a friendly reminder.  All the info is HERE.  Be there or suffer intense longing as you gaze at the photos (posted on my blog) post-party.

 

Anyone coming from central IL please send me a message/email.  I’m trying to organize and make sure that everyone who needs a carpool gets in on one (gas being a whore and all).  For that matter, anyone from any direction who needs a ride/pool let me know.


This weekend, I was asked, on several occasions, if there was anyone new in my life (or some variation on that theme).  The question itself wasn’t that unusual – just sudden barrage and frequency.  No, of course, was the answer.  This last semester, and chunk of the summer, I’ve lived, with little deviance, as a very literate monk.  But hey.  Not to worry.  According to this article, average Joes and geeks are entering their golden age.

 

Maybe I’ll dust off my date book . . .

 

 . . . oh . . . it just crumbled to dust.

 

Ashes to ashes and all that.
 

PAX

 

CHOKE ON THIS – or – FISHING FOR ROBINS IN THE FRONT YARD

19 Wednesday Jul 2006

Posted by scrivnomancer in Uncategorized

≈ 4 Comments

Tags

audacity, banality, Gorillaz, indigo snake, lenore, lyrics

Sun’s up.  I just finished letting Lenore slither through the dew-dot lawn.  Some industrious robins went all curious at the wriggling, slithering, blue-black thing in the green grass . . . and I imagine they’d have had a rude awakening had they gone just a little bit closer.  If . . . She, Lenore, just turned two recently (pics and measurements coming soon).

 

I decided not to let banality swallow me down unhinged jaws – not to allow myself that luxury.  See, I spent most of grade school and high school feeling sorry for myself and I don’t play that predictably drab, fly-drone violin no more.  It’s tempting to whine, but I’d rather jam – shed a few robin feathers in my frenzied wake.


“In these demon days
It’s so cold inside
So hard for a good soul to survive
You can’t even trust the air you breathe
Because mother earth wants us all to leave
When lies become reality
You numb yourself with drugs and TV
Lift yourself up it’s a brand new day
So turn yourself round
Don’t burn yourself, turn yourself
Turn yourself around
Into the sun!
To the sun, to the sun…
To the sun, to the sun…”

—GORILLAZ, “Demon Days”

Suck the helium out of a dream and your voice sounds funny

16 Sunday Jul 2006

Posted by scrivnomancer in Uncategorized

≈ 16 Comments

So my little payment book from my loan consolidation came in today.

 

Wow . . .

 

The amount of money built up in student loans and credit cards through undergrad and grad school is truly staggering.  As are the monthly payments.  I had designs on getting some little job, concentrate on the writing, and live with the parents a few months until prospects open up.  But now, I need to get a full time job that pays pretty decent, and maybe a couple other things on the side, just to break even each month – and that’s just on debt and credit bills, that’s living in a room with no rent and not giving my folks the support they richly deserve – which means I may live in my parents’ house for the rest of my natural existence (and based on what rent is like in the underworld, I may have to haunt their house for a few years).

 

All of my mathematic calculations seem to indicate . . . that had I impregnated a random girl in the middle of high school and dropped out, I’d be in slightly better financial straights (and have a little bundle that I could look at and say “I’m doing this for him/her” rather than feeding this hungry, faceless, monthly “it”).  I’d be down a few degrees . . . but then, a $5.00 poster could cover that space on the wall.

 

Maybe I’ll have to put this writing thing on the backburner for a while (or at least relegate back to hobby status).

 

Yeesh . . . what was that I wrote about the word “settle” and taking “the first step to dying,” just a couple of posts down?

 

Yeah . . .

 

EDIT:  God, I hate sounding melodramatic-melancholic (there’s enough of those little journals floating around on the web and most of them sound so fucking insipid).  Ladies and gentleman of the jury, please strike the above from the record.  We’ll take a brief recess.

 

 

RE-EDIT:  See what I did up there, just now?  How I was able to get the selfish self-indulgence of the melancholy blog post . . . but then distance myself from it and take higher ground by striking it . . . but still retaining the original self-indulgence by keeping the words up?  Yes.  Joshua is a clever-sharp lad – he is, he is.

Because I only do about one of these blasted things a year

14 Friday Jul 2006

Posted by scrivnomancer in Uncategorized

≈ 8 Comments

Tired of all of those surveys made by High School kids?

‘Have you ever kissed someone?’
‘missed someone?’
‘told someone you love them?’
‘drank alcohol?’

Here are some questions for some people who are a little more mature… ok old folks like us……

1. What bill do you hate paying the most?
My monthly Best Buy bill for my robot love slaves.  Yeah, easy monthly payments that don’t start until July . . . but now I’m one payment in and both of them are already worn out, the pistons grind, and I skimped on the warranty plan and the add said $200 but that’s after four fucking rebates and I still can’t find the receipt to send in with the paperwork and goddamn it but I have to cut up my credit cards.  

2. What’s the best place to eat a romantic dinner?
I think sitting down with your date on the moon would be a romantic experience.  And not the regular-Neil-Armstrong moon, but sitting on the curve of a crescent moon (like Mac the Night used to do – remember him?) with a choir of dusky cherubs playing jazz.

 
3. Last time you Puked from Drinking?
When I unintentionally drank most of Torrie’s bottle of Hypnotic.  It’s an almost glowing blue color (like what I imagine Smurfs piss).  It tastes like blue going down.  It does not taste like blue coming up.

4. When is the last time you got drunk and danced on a bar?
Never have.  I did dance with a light poll in Peoria on my 21st birthday.  It threw me down.  Rejection.

5. What was the name of your first grade teacher?
I had three first grade teachers.  I don’t recall their names.  The first one threw our desks to the floor when they were messy, yelled at me when I spoke above a whisper, and, my Mom tells me I would come home saying “Mom . . . I’m a bad person.”  From here my Dad gave the principal a good yelling and they took me out of the Catholic school and into the public schools.  The teacher there was nice, but we soon moved into a new house and I changed schools again.  I can’t recall the third teacher at all.  The next year, I was in a fourth school because the bus routes changed.  I was chronically shy and socially impotent until almost the end of high school.  Please donate generously.

6. What do you really want to be doing right now?
I’d like to be sliding down a tarp in the middle of the night with drum music in my ear, rum in my belly, pirate hat on my head, and my friends all around me . . . and all that will happen on the 29th (BE THERE!).

7. What did you want to be when you were growing up?
First I wanted to be a paleontologist.  Then I wanted to study animals.  Then I wanted to be a writer.  Now I realize that if I ever grow up, I won’t be a very good writer, so I think I’ll skip out on that.

8.How many colleges did you attend before you settled on the one you graduated from?
Eureka was my only undergrad school.  UIS was my only grad school.  Slightly more stable of a schedule than 1st grade.

9. Why did you wear the shirt that you have on right now?
Because it has a raven on it and because it says, “NEVERMORE.”  Nuff said.

10. Gas Prices! First Thought?
The noble dinosaurs did not sacrifice their lives so that we might pay these outrageous prices.

11. If you could move anywhere and take someone with you where would you go and who?
I would go back in time and unite Edgar Allan Poe and Brandon Lee so that they could do battle . . . a spectacular array of kung-fu moves and brooding posses and verbal argument:

 

Raven

“Crow!”

“Raven!”

“Crow!”

“Raven!”

“Crow!”

 

Then the fighting would stop.  They’d shake hands and reach an accord:

 

“Corvid?”

“Compromise!”

 

At that point, we’d start drinking absinthe and I’d ask them all of the questions I wanted to ask them . . .

12. First Thought When the alarm went off this morning?
 “Hmmm . . . it’s past morning and I don’t have an alarm.  The gremlins in my head must have awakened me.”

13. Last thought before Falling asleep last night?
 “Spooning a pillow offers absolutely NO satisfaction.”

14. Favorite style of Underwear?
Something with Spiderman.

15. Favorite style of Underwear for the opposite sex?
Those thongs that peek, just barely, past the pants line as if to wave at you and say, “Pst.  Over here.”

16. What Errand/Chore do you despise?
Moving.  I hate nuclear war, genocide, and moving.

17. If you didn’t have to work would you?
No!  I can fill my time thank you.

18. Get up early or sleep in?
Sleep in.  If I stay up late enough I can get a glimpse of the early morning.

19. Your Favorite Cartoon Character?
There’s so many!  I think I just had an aneurism trying to decide.  Nope . . . it was an erection.

20. Favorite NON sexual thing to do at night with a girl?
 Sex.  Oh wait . . .

21. A secret that you wouldn’t mind everyone knowing?
When I was a boy, I thought that the past, after a certain year, was all in black  and white.

22. What was your First Car?
An 11 B.C. Chrysler Lebaron.

 
23. Best ‘Your Mamma’ joke?
Your mama so fat . . . she smokes turkeys after sex.  Your mama so fat . . . after having sex with her, I rolled over twice . . . and I was still on her!

24. Your Favorite Lunch Meat?
Pizza

25. What do you get everytime you go into a WAWA?
What in-Zues’s-jockstrap is a wawa?

26. Beach Or Lake?
Beach.  At night.

27. Do you think Marriage is an outdated ritual that was invented by people who died at 20?
Alright survey, you’re starting to smother me.  I need my distance!

28. Who do you Stalk on myspace?
Myself.

 
29. Favorite Guilty Pleasure?
Helen Keller jokes.  Don’t look at me like that.  I bet you know a few.

30. Favorite Movie you wouldn’t want anyone to find out about?
I proudly proclaim my movie choices.

31. What’s your drink?
Rum!

32. Cowboys or Indians?
Pirates

33. Cops or Robbers?
Cyborgs

34. Do you cheer for the bad guy?
Often

35. What Hollywood star do you think resembles you best?
I don’t know, you tell me . . .

 

[IMG]http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a244/nevermore_66/JayandSilentBob2.jpg[/IMG]

36. If you had to pick one which cast member of Lost would you be?
Gulp.  Never watched the show.  How embarrassing.

37. What do you want when you are sick?
To get better.  Duh!

38. Who from High School would you like to run into?
I have a list.  It’s on my walls.  I will find them.  Mwahahahahaaha!

39. What radio station is your car radio tuned to right now?
The one that picks up my MP3 player signal.

40. stiffler or oz?
What?  Is that a come-on?

42. Norm or Cliff?
No I will not make out with them!

43. The Cosby Show or The Simpsons?
The Simpsons

44. Worst Relationship Mistake that you wish you could take back?
The adult store has a no return policy . . .

45. Do you Like the Person who sits directly across from you at work?
I’m currently a dead beat [cough] unemployed.

46. If you could get away with it who would you kill?
Reality TV.  I’m convinced it exists as an anthropomorphic entity and I would stab a righteous blade through its putrescent heart.

47. What Famous person would you like to have dinner with?
Johnny Depp.  During dinner I would negotiate being signed on the charter of his pirate ship.  You know he has one!

48. What famous Person would you like to sleep with?
I’d say Angelina Jolie . . .but that’s too obvious, too easy.  How about Agent Scully?

49. Have you ever had to use a fire extinguisher for its intended purpose?
Why yes I’ve bludgeoned a monkey to death with one.

50. Last book you read for real?
The Sandman Papers (a collection of academic papers written about my favorite literary comic book).

51. Do you have a teddy bear?
I have an official Audubon (sp?) Society crow stuffed animal (with authentic “Caw” sound when you squeeze it).  I just squeezed it.  It makes me happy.

52. Strangest Place you have ever brushed your teeth?
With a bottle of water, in Africa.

53. Somewhere in California you’ve never been and would like to go?
A beat poet lounge in San Francisco.

54. Number of texts in a day?
Occasionally . . . 1.

55. At this point in your life would you rather start a new career or relationship?
How about we compromise with a fantastic new career with a hot female boss.

56. Do you go to church?
I did, once upon a time.  Now it’s a more scattered complex relationship.

57. Pencil or Pen?
Fountain pens baby!

58. Describe your favorite Day?
There are lots of favorite days . . . Slip ‘n Slide party is one of them (on the 29th, be there!  Yes . . . another shameful plug.).

59. How many jobs have you had?
4 . . . plus a few photography and magic gigs.

60. What would be your “dream job”?

Deep sleeper by day . . . writer/pirate by night.

61. What do you want to achieve in life?
I want to live on an island where everyone calls me Papa.  I want to run my finger down a spine with my name on it at Barnes & Noble.  I want to get on at least one banned book list.

Tink Was Never So Hot

11 Tuesday Jul 2006

Posted by scrivnomancer in Uncategorized

≈ Leave a comment

Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting

repeating a comment I made on another blog because I thought it bared repeating

11 Tuesday Jul 2006

Posted by scrivnomancer in Uncategorized

≈ Leave a comment

“Settle” is, to me, the most ugly of words.  It’s the first step to dying.

Naked and Digital in Post Apocalyptic Africa

09 Sunday Jul 2006

Posted by scrivnomancer in Uncategorized

≈ 2 Comments

It’s been a while.

 

And where did we leave off . . .

 

-I’ve been asked a lot and no, I haven’t heard from White Wolf yet, regarding the novel contest.  But I didn’t expect to hear from them so soon.  Hopefully any day now . . .

 

-I had an escaped lizard . . . I had an escaped lizard . . . but managed to coax it back into its cage.  Its sex is unknown.  It doesn’t yet have a name yet.  I’m still doing the delicate work of taming it.  It’s grown freaking huge.  And it looks something like this:

 

-Last week I visited Reading, Massechusetts, with some writing buddies, to meet a former teacher of ours.  I went on a bad witch tour in Salem – visited the House of the Seven Gables – put two pennies on Henry David Thoreau’s grave – and went whale watching.  I was impressed with how many whales were out there.  I saw three different species, maybe a couple dozen individuals, and a humpback whale calf leaping out of the water.

 

-My brother Nick and I now exist (by popular demand . . . not really) as a mostly naked flash animated computer game that you can play HERE.  You can thank my cousin, flash maestro Steve.  The pics are from our Tenacious Deech poster from earlier in the year – which Steve also made and which he promised to use to make something embracing for us.  And thus we have this game.

 

-Speaking of Steve and flash animation, he’s currently helping me make my website, which (with the looming possibility of having a book published) seems more and more necessary.  We’re talking over a lot of cool ideas on animation, style, pics, and mood and I think it’ll be a really cool website with some nice extras.  More news on that as it develops.

 

-Today nick and I were on the set of a short film being made by a friend of ours, Matthew Jacobson.  It’s a post apocalyptic sort of film.  Nick is acting in it and I helped polish the script.  The working title (at the moment) is Wastelands.  We filmed in some woodsy area near Lake Geneva.  Nick got to gut a fish on camera and I had the pleasant task of trying to explain what we were doing to a few teenagers who drove by . . .

 

“Dude, what are you guys doing here?”

“Making a short film.”

“What about?”

“It’s a sort of post apocalyptic thing.”

“ . . . .” [confused looks]

“These guys are trying to escape the ruins of the city and are attacked by these violent tribes.”

“Oh . . . you mean like in Africa.”

“No . . . it’s uh . . . in the future.  Civilization fell and . . .”

“Oh, so it’s about gangs?”

“No, it’s . . . uh . . . yeah.  That’s what it’s about.”

“Cool.”

 

And they drove off, which was probably a good thing as it was too hot out to have an in depth discussion with them and explain that, no, “post apocalyptic” was not a country in Africa.

 

-Slip N’ Slide party on the 29th.  Be there!

 

I think that catches us up to the present.  There may be more.  But I have to crash.

The Pumpkin King

06 Thursday Jul 2006

Posted by scrivnomancer in Uncategorized

≈ 4 Comments

← Older posts
Newer posts →

Become a Patron

A weird story every month and a backstage look at my writing.

Recent Posts

  • Madness, Tentacles, & Vampire Dating Apps
  • Tabletop Tuesday: The Power of Trinkets –or– Dude, that’s your Dobby sock!
  • Table Top Tuesday: Party Assembled!
  • Bugs n’ Stuff
  • A Storyteller in Your Court

Archives

Quoth the Joshua, “Tweet!”

Tweets by JoshuaDoetsch

Magic Word Cloud

absinthe age of conan anthology autumn birthday blood snow and sparrows book of dead things cafe aeon cats christmas college cosmic horror Cthulhu dad dreams facebook flash fiction funcom game writing gaming GenCon H.P. Lovecraft halloween horradorable James Lowder Joshua Alan Doetsch lenore lovecraft magic Mark Doetsch medieval times memories micro-fiction misfits montreal music musings neil gaiman nick nostalgia novel Onyx Path Poe pseudopod Raven ray bradbury readings red lion pub reese scrivnomancer signings simon meeks slip n' slide Sparrow & Crowe strangeness in the proportion the secret world toe tags twilight tales twitter Vampire Vampire: the Masquerade Vampire: the Requiem vampires video video game writing voice acting volo bog weird fiction weird romance white hen white wolf white wolf novel World of Darkness writing writing lessons

RSS Links

RSS Feed RSS - Posts

RSS Feed RSS - Comments

Create a website or blog at WordPress.com

  • Subscribe Subscribed
    • Joshua Alan Doetsch
    • Join 523 other subscribers
    • Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
    • Joshua Alan Doetsch
    • Subscribe Subscribed
    • Sign up
    • Log in
    • Report this content
    • View site in Reader
    • Manage subscriptions
    • Collapse this bar