Gun-totin', Chronic-smokin' Hearse Initiator (ludickid) wrote,
Gun-totin', Chronic-smokin' Hearse Initiator

Things you can do (some can't be done)

Hey, you wanna hang out with me? You wanna meet me, kiss me, shake my hand? You wanna yell at me because due to the inordinate amount of freelance work I've been doing lately, you haven't seen me in fifty years? Well, here's two places you can go this week, and I will be there.

First of all, Thursday night, I will be at the Printer's Ball. It's a showcase for small publishers, and I will be there reppin' Pindeldyboz, which I would say is a great little journal even if I wasn't rocking the funky beat with their web editor. It's at the HotHouse (31 E. Balbo), Thursday night from 6 to 9PM, and it's free free free! Come on down and see people from fine pubs like Bridge, Found, Lumpen, New City, Punk Planet, the Reader, the 2ndHand, and Poetry Magazine. You'll get free matter to take home and read, and it won't cost you a dime to get in the door!

Second of all, speaking of free things featuring me, come to MoJoe's Cafe on Saturday night around 7:30PM for the latest installment of the ever-enjoyable Diatribe Media readings series. These have been rockin' MoJoe's (2256 W. Roscoe) for about a year now, and they're always swell. Saturday's theme is "Transitions", and I might read a piece or two about this impenetrable topic; there'll also be coffee, for those of you who enjoy that sort of thing, and I'm going to smuggle in a flask, and there will be readings by some of my favorite people (including Emerson Dameron and Brandon Weatherbee). So stop by, we'll do things, have fun, you know the drill. I'm even going to attempt not to be exhausted afterwards so I can actually do things post-reading like drink and socialize! Imagine.

P.S. No Ludic Log update again last night, damn you.

P.P.S. Where the fuck is my copy of If Footmen Tire You, What Will Horses Do? I ordered it like two weeks ago or something. thaitea ordered some Dan Dinello shock video like Saturday, and it's already arrived. This is the worst thing to happen in the history of torture.

P.P.P.S. I like my pickles crisp, but I like my giardinera mushy. I contain multitudes.

P.P.P.P.S. Is Darwyn Cooke's "DC: New Frontiers" not bad, or am I just insane from the fact that reading it triggers that Donald Fagen song in my head? Okay, it's got more than a little rip-off of "Watchmen" in it, and the exposition is super-awkward, but it seems like a pretty decent piece of ret-con with some excellent characterization and some snazzy art.

P.P.P.P.P.S. This post-script sponsored by the North American Association of the Promotion of the Post-Script.
Tags: diary, whorin'

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