Another signed Neal Barrett, Jr. book for my collection.
Barrett, Neal, Jr. Judge Dread. First edition paperback original, a Fine- copy with slight touches of edgewear. Signed by Barrett. Based on the Sylvester Stallone movie. Bought for $5 at Armadillocon
Here are three Joe R. Lansdale first editions I picked up, the first two at Armadillocon:
Picked up one more thing from the Fred Duarte estate that I didn’t see during my previous purchase:
Bradbury, Ray. Green Shadows, White Whale. Random House Audio, 1992. Audio cassette (probably the “first edition,” as I suspect there was only one) in a Very Good- packaging with 1″ of the inner cardboard cassette sleeve missing at bottom. Signed by Bradbury across the rear of the package. Two cassettes adding up to three hours of audio (presumably abridged) of Bradbury reading from his own novel. (I also have a first edition of the novel signed by Bradbury.) Bought from the Duarte estate sale at Armadillocon for $5.
Here’s some nice creepy viewing: 20 scary urban exploration videos:
I’m not the sort of person to poke around abandoned buildings any time, much less at night, but here are some creepy, scary, and unexplained things that urban explorers have chanced across doing just that.
Austin’s Single Lash was one of the bands playing at that Luscious Heaven show at Cheer Up Charlie’s. I only managed to catch one of their songs, but I thought the lead singer was really good. “Bitemarks” may or may not have been that song.
…here’s Weird Al Yankovic’s palindromic tribute to “Bob”‘s “Subterranean Homesick Blues.”
And here’s the original to compare it with:
Hat Tip: Derek Johnson on Facebook.
Normally I don’t do a separate post about every Subterranean Press book that comes in, but since I picked up both the trade and limited state of this book, I thought I would do a post to highlight the different cover art.
I’ll have copies of the trade edition available for sale in the next Lame Excuse Books catalog.
Not a headline from The Onion. A real headline from the world of 2016:
Bob Dylan, the brilliant, iconoclastic musician who has for decades defied people’s expectations, was announced as the winner of the Nobel Prize in literature on Thursday morning.
Dylan was awarded the prize “for having created new poetic expressions within the American song tradition.”
One of the most prominent musicians of the last half-century, Dylan had long been rumored to be considered for the prize, but literary watchers considered his name among those in the running a novelty. He is the first American to win the prize since Toni Morrison in 1993.
The room of watchers at the Swedish Academy seemed shocked by the announcement, one calling the decision “radical” when asking Sara Danils, permanent secretary of the Swedish Academy, about the choice.
She compared Dylan to the poet Sappho, and then suggested the interviewer begin with Dylan’s record “Blonde on Blonde.”
Blink.
Blink.
I never put any stock in the Nobel Prize in Literature (or Peace, for that matter) and can conceive of worse choices. But I was unaware that Jack Black’s character from High Fidelity was on the Nobel Prize committee.
So here’s the opening track of Blonde on Blonde:
Perhaps the lyrics offer a glimpse at how the committee came to its decision…
File under: 2016. This year…
Now that I’ve finished cataloging those National Book Auction Books, I can finally start cataloging the books I bought at Armadillocon, way back in July. First up: Two Neal Barrett, Jr. chapbooks I already had in wraps, but not in the hardback versions I picked up there. Both of these are unnumbered copies, presumably from Neal’s own contributor copies, and both bought for $40 from two different sellers (Adventures in Crime and Space and Rick Klaw).
At this point I think all I’m missing of Neal’s books are some media tie-ins and the pseudonymous series work (of which he did quite a bit).
That was my reaction upon reading this.
In fact, making is probably the wrong word, since it evidently premiered on SyFy tonight. (I’ve been busy.)
If you hadn’t heard of it before, it’s a Creepy Pasta about a obscure kid’s TV marionette show, except most kid’s shows don’t have characters like “The Skintaker.” And naturally, kid’s remember how creepy it was, but parents only remember them watching static.
Here’s a trailer:
And here’s someone’s interpretation of the imaginary show’s imaginary theme music: