The Demonweasel Speaks

Kenzie and I have switched to a new schedule as she started her new job last Thursday, that of a Social Services Assistant at a nursing home in Springfield. This mean more money, a shorter commute and a regular Monday through Friday, 8:30 to 5. All great things, but it means we need to get up much earlier, like 7 instead of 10, 11 or even 2 like we have so many days before. So now we’re going to bed at 11 and getting up at 7, and actually doing pretty good at it. I definitely feel more relaxed, and I’ve been able to get a lot more done on my days off.

Of course today I watched “The Hills Have Eyes” on pay per view and have Buck Rogers reruns on SciFi going on in the background as I write this (the Price is Right is a rerun…a rerun! Even sadder, *I can tell that the Price is Right is a rerun*). Yesterday I did manage to actually finish a story I’d been working on, and get some San Andreas played before Allie showed up.

Sidebar: They just made a joke on Buck Rogers about Jaws. He get’s a “nature documentary of some kind, but with an anatomical title…Mandibles…Mouth…something like that.” “Jaws?” “Yes, that’s it.” “Just when you thought it was safe in the 25th Century!” *laugh* Oh Twiki, you rapscallion, you…Man, I used to watch the bejeezus out of this show. Even funnier, one of the guys that was just on it and had like three lines was Dennis Haysbert, who played David Palmer on “24.” Now they’re playing an episode called “Space Rockers,” which looks like in might guest star Jerry Orbach. A bunch of guys covered in tinfoil and glowsticks playing 70s technorock are Andromeda, “the most popular music group with the young people.” “Sounds like the Beatles.” “The Who?” “No, not The Who, the Beatles.” *zing!*

I spent some time yesterday also looking for outlets to possibly sell and publish said story, but I’m confirming what I had suspected a while ago: there’s almost no good outlet for short genre horror fiction. I’m putting aside the fact that I’m on the fence as to if the story is any good or not anyway. Everything’s got to be “original” and “out of the ordinary” and “well-written.” What the shit is that about?

Yes, it was Jerry Orbach, and he’s using music to control the young people and have them commit crimes. And the lead singers name is “Rambo.” Yeah, cause original and well-written has always won the day in the past.