Which is high praise coming from me. I’m sure nobody will be shocked to know I have the soundtrack to Om Shanti Om in my headphones as I write this. When my aging finally process reverses and I slide back into a world before a gut and bad ankles and having to make a living and all the rest of the stuff that keeps me busy, I think I want to (un-) grow up be Shahrukh Khan. You know, I’m not saying the man is immature, it’s just: wouldn’t it be just the best fun to dance seductively with Aishwarya …
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On The Eyeball Floor
On The Eyeball Floor. It’s a dark, funny, weird, but very human story by the unstoppable Tina Connolly, up now at Strange Horizons. Go read it. And yeah, the title made me think of a certain Howlin’ Wolf song, just like it made you do, right? (Mashed with froggie madness here.)
Zombie Drought & Other Thirsts
Go to Postcards From Hell and read my pal Tristan Davenport’s story “La Sequía”. I mean, the first sentence is: Contrary to promises made in church, death does not give her the use of her legs back. You know you want to. (And yeah, there’s been lots of cool stuff on Postcards From…, so go and troll the archives. But this story just hit me. Not just because he’s a classmate of mine from Seattle, either.)