Posted inBlather

Classic Car Accident Ad Slogans

Have You Driven A F*rd Over A Stroller Lately? This Is Your Late Father's *ldsmobile. V*lvo. For Life Support. Killt F*rd Slough. Ch*vy. The Last Heartbeat of America. Chummer -- Like Nothing Else! Ponti*c. We Are Driving Excrement. Grab Life By The Horns. That Won't Stop Honking. Sa*b. Move Your Mind. Off My Lap. B*W. The Ultimate Chicken Machine. V*lkswagon. Drivers Haunted. Juice in Engineering. *udi. C*dillac. When You Turn Your Car Off, Does It Return The Favor? Unlike Any Other. Mortcedez Endz. B*ick. Drive Beautiful. Into Crowds. The All New Ch*vy. Built to Last Breath. H*nda. The Power Of…
June 14, 2009Posted inBlather
Posted inData+Errata

Goreletter 5.04 Mailed

The Goreletter Vol. 5, #4 was e-mailed to subscribers on 14 June 2009 @ 4am est. It contains extra material not available here on the weblog version, including exclusive discounts on several horrifying goodies! Note: the subtitle for this issue was dropped from the mailing's subject line. It is titled "The Goreletter 5.04: Black Saabath".  This was the 40th issue of the newsletter, publishing free since 2002. The next issue will begin Volume 6. If you subscribe and did not receive this issue, e-mail me for a replacement or review the archives at gorelets.com. Subscribe today...it's free and you can…
June 14, 2009Posted inData+Errata
Posted inNot Dead Yet: Print Reviews

Flash Reviews of Semi-Autobiographical Fictions

Sorry for the length of this section, but I'm making up for lost time. This time around I offer four three "flash" reviews of books that are quite effective because they inexplicably feel "autobiographical" in some way, despite being entirely, totally, and thankfully made up. >> Chimeric Machines by Lucy A. Snyder Snyder is a massively talented writer -- the sort who knows how to make you take a gulp when you hit the ending of a story or poem -- and this poetry collection made me gulp with awe on virtually every page. Although her poetry/fiction collection Sparks and…
June 13, 2009Posted inNot Dead Yet: Print Reviews
Posted inDictionscary

offal

It's funny: when I turn to my dollar-store dictionary for advice on the correct way to pronounce "offal" it says "awful"! I thought so. There's nothing wonderful about offal: it's all awful, even in its very utterance. Offal is butcher's term for the "less valuable edible parts of a carcass" -- which is another way of saying the "guts" that are left over after the "meat" has been cleaved into muscular, familiar chunks. But the important thing to remember is that while these aren't worth much, they're still "edible." I think horror writers often use the thesaurus to look up…
June 13, 2009Posted inDictionscary