tinhuviel: (Family Dog)

In 2009, I took one of a litter of Beagle pups that had been born on a farm. I named him Fitzgerald and, for the few months Aunt Tudi and I had him, he was an absolute joy.
fitz.JPGExcept for one thing...

On our return from grocery shopping one day, Fitzgerald met us at the car. You may be inclined to think, "So what? That's what dogs do!" But, see, my yard is completely fenced in, thanks to another Beagle in my life, Henry Herman, who ate all the wiring out from under my car. I figured there had to be a hole in the fence somewhere.

I investigated, and found one spot Fitzgerald could squeeze through if he really wanted to. I blocked it off and figured the problem was solved.

It was not.

The next week, coming back from the store, Aunt Tudi and I watched slack-jawed at Fitzgerald bouncing merrily alongside the car, acting like he was herding some nerfs. But I couldn't find anywhere in the fence that was compromised.

A few days later, Janice called to inform me that Fitzgerald was up at her and Uncle Michael's house, and she saw how he was getting out.

Fitzgerald, wee escape artist that we is, or was when he was a pup, was climbing the fence to get out and follow whatever scent he'd caught. He could climb out, but didn't seem as confident trying to climb back in. Not only that, but he was almost guaranteed to be hit by one of the speeding maniacs who lived further down on Paul's Drive or facing a fate worse than car homicide.  He could have been taken by people who could sell him to less than reputable labaratories, where he'd be caged, tortured, even mutilated, then usually killed.

The lady who initially told us about the Beagles said that she could take Fitzgerald back. We were assured he'd be living a good farm life with wide open spaces to roam, as that would have been his gig had I not snatched him up in my arms, suffering from full-on Beagle Fever.  The last I heard, Fitzgerald is living the good life out in the country. Considering the chaos that life has been since 2011, I'm glad I gave him back.

After Toby passes, assuming he goes before I do, I don't see myself with another dog. My age, living arrangements, and health concerns make it all too clear that bringing another dog "home" would only end in grief and god knows what else when I'm gone. That's not fair to the dog. I don't like the idea of never having another dog in my life, especially if it's a Beagle but, when a decision you make will have bearing on more lives than just your own, it would be beyond unethical to make a pooch believe s/he has found their forever home, then find out their forever home called in dead, having hanged herself from the Cabrillo Bridge with a dog leash.

Looking at the possibility of future adoptions, then looking at the peevish expression on Fitzgerald's face, I am certain I'm making the best decision for everyone who is, or might be, involved or affected in the matter. bfplogo.jpgThat said, if anything should happen to me, don't do the flowers thing. And no, I'm not engaging in suicidal ideation. I'm just writing this as though it were a tragic dog drama lauded by the Academy Awards. Anyway, instead of purchasing dead posies for a dead person, give the money to the Beagle Freedom Project. Click their logo seen in this paragraph to learn more about the BFP, the Beagles they have rescued, and their plans to rescue even more as soon as they can.

phone_home.jpgEven better, this handy-dandy app does not require death for you to get involved right now.  In fact, instead of endorsing death on any level, purchasing the Cruelty Cutter will help you save lives and spare others a grim, pain-filled existence.

Sally forth to buy the Beagle Freedom Project's app, Cruelty Cutter, that will allow you to shop cruelty-free, as well as add your voice to the thousands demanding corporations end their unnecessary, immoral, and antiquated research methods.

The app is cheap, but it works like a charm, and the $2.99 you spend to get it will go to help the organisation rescue and rehome Beagles who have spent most, if not their entire lives locked in a cage that's locked in a laboratory.

Do it for Fitzgerald, the pooch who earned his honorary title, The One that Got away!

tinhuviel: (Default)

(From a post made on The Vampire Relics' Facebook Page with some extra added mental meandering that happened after the fact.)

One of the themes that threads throughout all three books is that of Absolution (it's important because of the capital A!). I'm not referring to just Christian absolution but the essence of the word itself, sparking the human imagination to entertain the possibility, or feel secure in their faith to believe without question, that forgiveness for anything is possible. One of the sub-hives, the Hive of Redemption, established by Thiyennen, took the idea of absolution to a whole other crazy level with many of its members, including Thiyennen, resorting to behaviour seen in the travelling Flagellants during the Black Death. This twisted version of what may achieve absolution is studied in depth in The Augury of Gideon, when Thiyennen and his allies capture and imprison Cadmus Pariah.

Of course, all of this is only my opinion, and I respect and will aggressively defend your opinions on the matter, because that would be only fair. The nature of true absolution, in my opinion, partially based on personal experiences, is one of being accepted and loved for who you are, faults and all, and being able to return to a possibly simpler (as in uncomplicated) point in your life, when you could embrace wonder with abandon, and be shed of guilt that only serves to break spirits down rather than build them up. Absolution happens when you no longer accept such programming imposed on you from almost the point of birth throughout your life.

A song by Eliza Gilkyson, entitled 'Emmanuel', is very close to what I have believed in the past regarding redemption and absolution, and it still has an effect on my beliefs (or lack thereof in recent years). Superficially, the song would appear to be Christ-centered (this is different from Christianity-centered in my world, so just bear with me), it addresses the longing we all carry, regardless of religious or spiritual persuasions, to return home, or to the past, or to some place or state of being that existed before we think fell to the lies of shame and sin that weigh much of the modern world down. Even that storyline, documenting the spiritual enslavement of humanity, shows up in 'The Blood Crown', the fault of which is clearly placed at the Apostate's door.

The first time I heard the song, at work in 1993 (I was inspecting the CD the song is on), I listened to it from a Christian perspective, although I am not Christian, based on its title alone. Assumptions are easily made, are they not? When the words sunk in, my first interpretation was of a reality where the fallen angel Sammael is welcomed home by Emmanuel after going through incarnations of humans, animals, and even things (a rock, at one point!) before he could bring himself to revisit the music he had made prior to leaving in pursuit of the glories and tragedies on Earth. This interpretation dictated the last picture in the video.

The bigger story the song tells isn't one that heaps guilt, fear, and ultimately spiritual banishment if you don't toe a particular line on the listener; rather, it gives the message that, even after you've experienced and done all you feel you need to, both the good and the bad, the door will be open when you want to walk through it to whatever you believe is there ('What Dreams May Come' is an example of what I'm trying to communicate here). From that perspective, the song does not belong to just one faith. It belongs to all faiths and all levels of spiritual sentience, including Atheism, human and non-human. It is non-judgemental, and can be enjoyed on a purely secular level, particularly from a psychological viewpoint. Liking and agreeing with Carl Jung may help here, too.

I believe that's truly the only way absolution or redemption can be achieved. It's an acceptance and a presence of old knowing that we tend to lose in the physical realms, and many may perceive such acceptance and old knowledge to be an external phenomenon, which is completely acceptable, but I think it also is present within everyone and everything. All that said, even though my history with the song predates all three books, 'Emmanuel' is definitely a strong musical presence in 'The Augury of Gideon', considering both the song and book address the concept of cyclic returning so that healing may follow.

I believe that Eliza Gilkyson achieved something greater than all of us, including herself, when she wrote this song, and I think it's one that should be shared with as many people as possible, not as a means of conversion of any sort, but as a campaign to allow us to not only forgive one another, but to forgive ourselves.

The video is one of my much earlier attempts at movie-making, so please overlook the general sorry mess it is. The song is rare and the album it's on has been out of print for ages, so there's more people than not who have never heard it. My making the video was an attempt to rectify that crime against good music. One thing I did want to draw your attention to, regarding the video, is that the pictures used, with the exception of the last one, are all tapestries or tile mosaics in the Byzantine style, or at least that's what Teh Intarwebz told me when I started collecting images for the vid. Byzantine art was a major influence on the physical appearance of the Tarmi, specifically because of the eyes of the people in the art. If one did not know, one might assume that everyone in Byzantium had gigantic alien eyes and, as a teenager when I started mapping my personal myths, I got all caught up in the what-ifs that arose in my mind from studying the art. (And why hasn't Ancient Aliens addressed such possibilities yet?) Using these images for the video helped me tie in the importance of the song to my own mythologies.

So, if you're still with me after this godawful ramble, I hope you enjoy the song, and I encourage you to share it people who may benefit from the non-demoninational and/or secular message of hope that it is never too late to embrace the absolution sitting around waiting for you to pick it up. It's inside you already, despite what you believe or don't believe. You were born with it, it's still there, and it'll be there until you die, if you're an Atheist, or continue on with you, if you believe in the existence of afterlife and the many flavours in which such beliefs come available. Even if they don't need a message like that, but do appreciate good music (and who doesn't?), I feel the song would be a gift to them, as well.

If you want to learn more about Eliza, she has a website: http://elizagilkyson.com/

I also made second crap video using another song from the same album, this one focusing on any number of pagan histories after encountering invading religions, sung from the viewpoint of a priestess who lived such a history, but the song is specially focused on the Divine Feminine, as it is represented in the song by the catch-all Goddess name, Diana. It's called 'I Become the Moon' and it also had an effect on the writing of the Relics trilogy, especially 'The Blood Crown,' which features the Tale of the Blood Moon, whose narrative focuses on the triumph of the Apostate over the remnants of Tarmian civilisation, and the subsequent tragedy of humanity losing its way in the wilderness of the conquering magus' lies.

And if any of this inspires you enough to want to read the books, here's the link to them, for your continued convenience: THE VAMPIRE RELICS ON AMAZON.

tinhuviel: (Augury)

Written in Blood is a blog written and maintained by a friend and former co-worker of mine. Yes, we shared Pit time. But also shared a love for movies, darker genres in particular. John was the one who got me hooked on Tarantino films. That makes him A-OK by me.

Anyway, since I'm trying to hawk my wares, as they say, I asked John if he'd mention by books in one of his posts. This is what happened. Click the picture for the remainder of the piece.

I’m not going to lie: Tracy Angelina Evans is a good friend of mine. We’ve worked together, drank coffee together and have been to each other’s homes for dinner on a few occasions. So, when she asked me for a little help to promote her Vampire Relics Trilogy I jumped at the chance.

With one little catch.

I told Tracy she had to answer three questions for me that I could include here.

You would be wise to keep up the going's on in John Mountain's world. Sure, he has a soft spot for the darker side of artistic impression, but he's a true maven when it comes to movies from any time or genre. I know this because I've played Trivial Pursuit with him and have lost miserably. Have a handy link to his main page, and don't forget to press the button that will hook you guys up.

tinhuviel: (Bellatrix)
Barry posted this in his Facebook. It's very funny, and very nicely worded.

Rosalina. Woman.

You constantly revile me with your singular lack of vision. Be aware, there is an essential truth and beauty in all things. From the death throes of a speared gazelle to the damaged smile of a freeway homeless. But that does not mean that the invisibility of something implies its lack of being. Though simpleton babies foolishly believe the person before them vanishes when they cover their eyes during a hateful game of peek-a-boo, this is a fallacy. And so it is that the unseen dusty build up that accumulates behind the DVD shelves in the rumpus room exists also. This is unacceptable.

I will tell you this Rosalina, not as a taunt or a threat but as an evocation of joy. The joy of nothingness, the joy of the real. I want you to be real in everything you do. If you cannot be real, then a semblance of reality must be maintained. A real semblance of the fake real, or “real”. I have conquered volcanoes and visited the bitter depths of the earth’s oceans. Nothing I have witnessed, from lava to crustacean, assailed me liked the caked debris haunting that small plastic soap hammock in the smaller of the bathrooms. Nausea is not a sufficient word. In this regard, you are not being real.

Now we must turn to the horrors of nature. I am afraid this is inevitable. Nature is not something to be coddled and accepted and held to your bosom like a wounded snake. Tell me, what was there before you were born? What do you remember? That is nature. Nature is a void. An emptiness. A vacuum. And speaking of vacuum, I am not sure you’re using the retractable nozzle correctly or applying the ‘full weft’ setting when attending to the lush carpets of the den. I found some dander there.

I have only listened to two songs in my entire life. One was an aria by Wagner that I played compulsively from the ages of 19 to 27 at least 60 times a day until the local townsfolk drove me from my dwelling using rudimentary pitchforks and blazing torches. The other was Dido. Both appalled me to the point of paralysis. Every quaver was like a brickbat against my soul. Music is futile and malicious. So please, if you require entertainment while organizing the recycling, refrain from the ‘pop radio’ I was affronted by recently. May I recommend the recitation of some sharp verse. Perhaps by Goethe. Or Schiller. Or Shel Silverstein at a push.

The situation regarding spoons remains unchanged. If I see one, I will kill it.

That is all. Do not fail to think that you are not the finest woman I have ever met. You are. And I am including on this list my mother and the wife of Brad Dourif (the second wife, not the one with the lip thing). Thank you for listening and sorry if parts of this note were smudged. I have been weeping.

Your money is under the guillotine.


tinhuviel: (Roth = Lovely Man)
Because of some copyright issues inhumanely adhered to by You Tube, some of the Tim Roth Tutorials were unavailable for viewing in some countries (mainly the US). In an effort to make them all accessible to everyone, I've uploaded all the current videos to Vimeo. The video album's link is here: http://vimeo.com/album/1910275

From here on out, each Tutorial will be uploaded to both You Tube and Vimeo. I'll be embedding the You Tube videos here, but I will include the link to each Tutorial on Vimeo as well.

For those following the Tutorials, I hope this helps out and that you enjoy them.
tinhuviel: (Barry - Elf)
This may spell the end of attractive men on Earth. Surely another reason to hope the 12-21 prophecies are right and we're all killed off before this can happen.
tinhuviel: (Cymru)
I used to listen to a show called The Thistle and Shamrock on NPR from the mid-80s on through to the late 90s, when the local station stopped carrying the show. Every week, Fiona Ritchie would offer up the most wonderful music from the Celtic world, and I was so in love with it all. It was this show that introduced me to Dougie MacLean, Talitha MacKenzie, Loreena McKennitt, Capercaillie, Silly Wizard, and I could go on and on.

When I became involved in the local Celtic music community, I was pointed in the direction of Horizon Records, which carried the biggest collection of Celtic Folk CDs in the area. I was able to find Dougie, Loreena, Talitha, and all the others who had become an integral part of my life. But there was one artist I never could find, and the guys at Horizon could not order, 'cos they'd never heard of her and she did not show up in their database.

Her name was Janet Russell, and she was a Scottish Traditional performer.

I had come to believe that I had gotten her name wrong and I would never be able to find her music. This grieved me no end, because Ms. Russell transformed my outlook on Celtic Folk and gave me hope that I might someday be able to sing in that way. She did this with just two songs, the two Fiona Ritchie showcased on T&S one weekend. I was lucky enough to be taping this particular show, which also featured Dougie MacLean's 'Over My Mountain' (which I made a video for because the song can't be readily found anywhere, if you don't know where to look. Even the band I used to manage, Kilmoulis, had never heard of this song, and they knew a great deal about Dougie). Listen to it and immerse yourself in its glory.

This show also introduced me to Scottish Mouth Music by way of Talitha MacKenzie and Martin Swann. But I digress.

Fiona played two songs by Janet Russell; 'Old Woman Is Watching' (aka 'Weave and Mend') and 'Band o'Shearers.' I was gobsmacked and utterly enthralled. I played that tape over and over again, learning every word of the lyrics and emulating the accent to the best of my abilities. A decade later, I began singing the songs, particularly 'Old Woman Is Watching,' at the local UU church when one of our coven elders, Lady Neith, would do the lay-led service for one of the Sabbats. 'Old Woman Is Watching' was the song I sang for my professional singer grandmother. It was also one of the songs I sang for [livejournal.com profile] falkenna when I was in England. Of course, I'd sing the songs a capella and came nowhere near the absolute glory of Janet Russell's musical prowess, but I did my best and I began to cherish that tape with every passing year. Cassette tape isn't known for its durability or longevity, so I was really scared that I would lose this music before I could find a proper Janet Russell album. When I could, I would make copies of the tape, and copies of those copies. Eventually, the sound became so hissy, it was pretty hopeless that I would be able to preserve it in any viable way.

Over time, the copies and copied copies broke or disappeared, and the original tape also broke. And I had resigned myself to the belief that I would never hear these songs again, nor would I be able to find any Janet Russell music at all. Goddess knows, I had tried. I even wrote to Fiona Ritchie in the hope she could help me retrieve this music or point me in the direction of a place where I could find it. But she did not remember the songs and even inquired about whether or not I had the name of the artist right.

But all that changed today. I was looking for the lyrics to 'Band o'Shearers' because I wanted to be sure I was singing parts of the song correctly. It is sung in Scottish slang, so it's a tad garbled in areas, not that I am complaining...the Scots can do no wrong (except to kill Archibald Cunningham). Imagine my utter surprise when I saw the name Janet Russell! So I began a frantic search to see if I could find the album this song was on.

I found it. I FOUND IT!!! After 26 years, I found Janet Russell and the album on which both 'Band o'Shearers' and 'Old Woman Is Watching' are featured. And I can order it. And I am going to order it. And I am going to cherish it and keep it safe for as long as I am alive and still relatively sane.

And I'm making You Tube videos for at least these two songs, so other people can hear them, and be as in awe of Ms. Russell as I have been all these long years.

Honestly, I almost cried when I found the album a few hours ago. Hell, I'm near tears writing about it now. I only wish Aunt Tudi were here to share this monumental moment with me. She was perhaps the only one who knew how marrow-deep important this was to me. It'll probably be next month before I am able to order the album, but I will beg, borrow, or steal to get the fundage before I let this opportunity pass me by. It's just too important to my existence for that to happen. That may sound extreme, but music is the single most beloved thing in my life, and songs like the one Janet Russell recorded have been instrumental in the creation of the person I am today.

Finally, I will be able to play these songs for Lady Neith, and Davis & Kathleen (2/3 of Kilmoulis), and anyone else who is curious about them, or knows anything about me and realise how intrinsic Janet Russell's music has been to my life.

I'm not sure if I've sufficiently conveyed the profound importance finding this album is, but I cannot stress enough how wondrous this day has been, simply because I did a search for lyrics. This...THIS is why I adore the Internet. I don't care what anyone says, the Internet is more than a technology habit or a minor diversion for millions. It is a miracle. An absolute miracle.

Okay, I am off to attempt not weeping with complete joy. It's unbecoming. Ha Ha!
tinhuviel: (Inconceivable)
Blatantly burgled from this place here: The Darkside of the Zodiac. Go check out how horrible you are. This Virgo has some issues with the reading (of course, being a Virgo), but all in all, it seems pretty darned accurate. Baahaha!


You have one belief. Everyone in life is beneath you. There isn't an idea that you can't improve upon, or a person you can't whip into shape. You may pride yourself on being a discriminating perfectionist, but everyone else sees you as a royal pain in the ass. You are very intelligent but can't make any practical use of your knowledge, so you end up spouting platitudes and pumping gas.

You have Forest for the Trees Syndrome. You are so bogged down in the excruciating minutia of daily life that you let the world, and your dreams, pass by. But that's OK with you, since it gives you a reason to blame your faults on every one but yourself.

Yours is the sign of the scribe, prosecuting attorney, mimic, despot, and anything with critic in the title. Virgos make excellent bureaucrats because they love to make people stand for hours in lines that go nowhere.

You spend your life moving your metaphorical piles of dirty laundry from one side of your psyche to the other without resolving anything. However, this is fine with you because it gives you something to do on Saturday night besides rearranging your medicine cabinet.

You are so concerned with your health that you rattle when you walk from all the pill bottles jiggling in your pocket or purse. Your home serves as a satellite pharmacy for the neighborhood and you delight in dispensing the latest holistic advice on every ailment from boils to constipation. You are the type of patient who hounds your doctor for double prescriptions, just to be prepared.

Your favorite game is Mountains out of Molehills, and you obsess over things that will never happen. You spend hours worrying whether or not you should use milk that's one day past its pull date and if your tires have enough air to get you to your next dentist appointment. You are the only sign in the zodiac that looks forward to a tooth cleaning. You have more systems for coping with life than the IRS has for tracking down tax dodgers.

In love, you are as romantic as a top sergeant drilling the troops. You expect your lover to adhere to your timetable and preferences and balk at any variation. After you invariably get dumped, you cry for about five minutes then decide that he, or she, wasn't good enough for you anyway and grab the nearest good book to soothe yourself. When you do get the urge to merge, you usually make the wrong choice, because you've been so picky in the past that you suddenly find yourself on the downside of sexy and grab the first person you can clutch in your impeccably manicured little hands.

You also have exceptional self-discipline and your will is so strong that you can easily make all your dreams come true. You are often misjudged because of your perfectionist attitude. Truth is you never expect more of others than that which you are willing to give. You are sympathetic and generous and have a genuine desire to help people do their best. But you need to cultivate more patience and less assumption that your opinion is always either correct or sought. Instead of squandering your energy trying to control the world, learn to listen first, then take aim with a few well-chosen barbs and there isn't a sign in the Universe you can't outwit.


Apr. 7th, 2012 07:22 pm
tinhuviel: (Flint)
Why does Cadmus call Flint "titch" so often? It's art imitating life.

From the MacMillan Dictionary: Titch - Someone who is very small.

From an extensive biography of Tim Roth:  So Roth, disturbed by his father's departure, now living in the company of artistic females, was sent into this macho hell-hole. Being short (his nickname was Titch) and named Timothy only made it worse. The bullying was bad and Roth had no physical response.

Cadmus calls Flint this because he is familiar with British slang, having lived amongst the English for centuries.  Flint hates the cognomen, and takes it as the insult Cadmus intends it to be.

See, everything is there for a reason.  I'm just glad that The Waltham Phantom has been exorcised...for now~.
tinhuviel: (Barry Interview)
There came a bad storm, so I had to stay at home with the frightened-out-of-their-wits beasties. I'll be going to see Diane tomorrow. In the meantime, I came across this ridiculousness and decided to have some fun. This is what I came up with. Does it fit? You be the judge. And go make your own, why don't you?

tinhuviel: (Tim Roth)

And, if you haven't seen 'Captives,' you have no excuse for that. It's on You Tube. If you like Roth even just a tiddly bit, you'll love this flick. :D
tinhuviel: (Tim Roth)
Right, so I'm bemoaning my woes about not having a picture of Flint, then this chick whom I do not know posts a picture of this vampire she's drawn, which is based on Tim Roth. O_O

WTF... No question here, I'm just saying WTF. I'm too weary to question it anymore.


::crawls off and licks her wounds::
tinhuviel: (Danny Orphaeus)
Right, so I'll be at the cinema on 11 May, holding a drool cup, wearing an adult diaper, chain smoking Camel's, slogging down copious amounts of booze, and fanning myself with the biggest fucking fan I can muster.

Vampires in the 70s

tinhuviel: (King Julien wahey!)
A few years back, I made a series of posts called The Man Menagerie. I thought it would be fun, while I wait on more lyrics for Illuminati, to make a music video featuring an assload of sexy men. This is the result.


Starring in order of appearance:

Brad Pitt (as the throwaway)
Tim Roth (as the bow-legged one)
Stephen Rea
Anthony Hopkins
Adam Ant
Malcolm McDowell
Anthony Andrews
Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje
Hugo Weaving
Clive Barker
Ed Kowalczyk
Stuart Townsend
Johnny Depp
Bear McCreary
Adrien Brody
Danny Huston
Chiwetal Ejiofor
Dave Matthews
Gordon Currie
Vin Diesel
Danny Elfman
Jeremy Piven
Eddie Izzard
Will Smith
Jeff Goldblum
Craig Parker
Billy Zane
Heath Ledger
Kieron Elliot
Jason Carter
Joshua John Miller
Naveen Andrews
Joaquin Phoenix
Vincint D'Onofrio
Herbert Lom
Michael Nouri
Lenny Von Dohlen
Orson Welles
Mark Sheppard
Ray Park
James McAvoy
Jason Isaacs
Julian Sands
Kevin Spacey
Peter Murphy
Alfred Molina
Rik Mayall
Robert Downey Jr.
Alan Rickman

clickie for eye candy )

tinhuviel: (Barry Interview)
The first Illuminati song I heard, it was released on the tribute album to the late Kevin Wilkinson in 2000 (if memory serves). The lyrics on this one were a Beast but Khanada, Trista, and B pulled ranks and won the day, so all's well that end's welll.

Photos used in the video are of the Yew trees at St. James Abson (see link in You Tube info), taken in May of 2006, I think a day or two at most before meeting B. So yeah, just a teeny personal Easter Egg to mark a moment. Sort of like the instantly recognisable "leopard yawns with breath like flowers" pic I made for "Big Sharp Teeth."

Anyways, go have a looksee/listen. We hopes you enjoys it, Precious.

tinhuviel: (Alpaca Lips)
This is a horrid sound that is apparently being heard in random places all over the world.

tinhuviel: (Red and black alien)
You know, there are some stories that you could die happy never having heard of them. This is one of those. Click at your own peril. No really. I got no warning whilst watching Ancient Aliens. At least you're getting a warning. How badly you suffer the heebie-jeebies afterward is not the responsibility of Tinhuviel or anything remotely associated with her.

How do you say 'Oh SWEET JEEBUS!!!!!!' in Russian?
tinhuviel: (Chalice Kindle)
This is the first day I've had to myself in about a month. The first thing I set out to do was add The Chalice Kindle artwork and a link to the e-book to my LJ profile. My head is so scattered from lack of sleep and a tad too much stress, it took me about an hour to sort it out the way I wanted it to look on the profile. Honestly, I don't know what else I'll do today. Hopefully a nap is in my immediate future. Aunt Tudi is sleeping like whoa today and my aim is to follow suit. At least, now, people who visit The Cliffs of Insanity will know that The Chalice now has a presence on Amazon Kindle.
tinhuviel: (Chalice Kindle)
Bitten by Books is a site that focuses on reviewing books about the paranormal, Vampires in particular. When The Chalice was published [livejournal.com profile] theafaye and I submitted the book to Bitten by Books for review. Just in time for the Kindle release the site has posted its review of the first book of The Vampire Relics. Here's the beginning of the review and link to the entire piece on the website. Please let me know what you think of the review when you have the time and inclination to do so!

In the time of early humanity, ten Elfin gather in a sacred grove to conduct an annual magick ritual when horror enters the world. One of their own, the Apostate, entraps them in a dark magic circle and unleashes a curse that turns them all into the Upry – vampires. The ten behold each other, and seeing the monsters they have become all flee. But their new vampire natures rule them, and they leave a bloody trail behind as they quench their newfound thirst for blood and destruction. Outcast from their Elfin brethren and in loneliness, they begin to create others to be like them and soon there are “Hives” of vampires, each Hive reflecting the nature of one of the original ten.

tinhuviel: (Chalice)
Fey Publishing has informed me that The Chalice is now available on Amazon Kindle. It comes with a sneak peak of the next book, The Blood Crown and is graced with some beautiful artwork by Khanada Taylor. If you're interested in what it's all about, do click the pretty picture to be taken to the page!

tinhuviel: (Cadmus - Long Hair)
We got a bit of bad news at the hospital today; Aunt Tudi's gall bladder is just fine. This means that it's either a gastric condition caused by a long ordeal with diabetes or it's her heart. I don't know what can be done if it's the diabetes-related affliction and we may not know if it's the heart giving Aunt Tudi problems until Monday because her stress test has to be read at Regional, which may not get it read until Monday. They have an on-duty cardiologist for the weekends, but that doctor may only be available for emergencies, not to read test results. So, Aunt Tudi may be spending the weekend in the hospital until all the test results are back and they know what's going on with her. I would prefer that she remain in the hospital until we know her problem, despite missing her like crazy.

About an hour before visiting hours were over, there came a knock on Aunt Tudi's door. It turned out to be Hannah, a friend of ours we haven't seen in many years ~ too long, too long! We all hugged one another and said our happy hellos before sitting down and catching up on what the years have brought to us and what's been going on with Aunt Tudi. We stayed almost to past the end of visiting hours, so Hannah and I hugged and kissed Aunt Tudi good night and we walked each other out to our cars. Hannah promised to email her blog address and phone number. She already has mine, since The Cliffs is about as public as any one personal blog can be, and my phone number has changed in 7000 years.

I got home around 9:30, made my necessary phone calls, and am now watching The Reckoning, featuring Tom Hardy in the role that inspired Gethsymonae. So far, it's been right up my alley. I love movies set in the English Middle Ages. Seeing Willem Dafoe makes me want to see Shadow of the Vampire again. Oh gods, how I love that movie!

I've been on the phone with Todd for the past hour and a half. We had a great conversation, but it makes me miss him even more than I usually do. I hope we get to see one another soon. On that note, I'm going to bed and watching Babylon 5 until I pass out which, by the way I'm feeling, will take all of 6.582 minutes.
tinhuviel: (Devil Smidge)
Aunt Tudi is staying in the hospital at least over night for observation. They think her problem might be a wacky gall bladder, which would be pretty cool because having a gall bladder removed is absolutely no big deal. And she'll feel better almost instantly. I left her at the hospital to come home and take care of the dogs and pick up some supplies Aunt Tudi would need at the hospital. I had a horrible time trying to find the suit case she said she'd packed for a situation just like this. I never found it, so I gathered up a butt load of panties, one of my night shirts, which will go down far beyond her knees, and an outfit to wear for when she's released from the hospital.

I grabbed a bite to eat, 'cos I hadn't eaten all day and it was well after 4 PM, then I headed out to the Village at Pelham to reunite with Aunt Tudi. I wasn't far on I-85 when my right rear tire blew like whoa! I was instantly riding on the rim, so I pulled to the side and began to flag people, hoping someone would stop and let me use their cell phone. After about thirty minutes, a dude finally pulled over and let me use his phone. I called Janice to come and help me, thanked the dude, and went back to my car for a quick snooze whilst I waited on Janice.

It took about another half hour until Janice arrived. I transferred all my important stuff from my car to her van, and we then headed for the hospital where I was going to hunt for a wrecker service to come and change the tire or tow my car to Bobby's so he could do it tomorrow. Luckily, we spied an SCDOT Shep truck with the gentlemen helping another unlucky motorist. They were on the Northbound I-85, and we were on Southbound, so Janice turned around and we went back to the Shep guys. I went and talked to one of them and explained that I had to get to the hospital, but could be bac in about an hour if he needed me at the vehicle. He said that all he needed was the tire to be taken out of the trunk and leaned against the car, and as soon as they were finished helping these unfortunates, they'd go and change my tire for me.

Janice took me back to the car and I got out the donut, leaning it against the compromised tire. We then headed for the hospital in a vicious electric storm. The wind was atrocious. I dashed in with Aunt Tudi's things and visited with her for a while, then got Janice to take me back to my car. When we got there, the tire had been changed and the blow-out was sitting to one side. I promised Aunt Tudi that I'd get new tires first thing in the morning before I go visit her. Discount Tire is cheap and fast, so that's where I'll be headed. I'm also thinking about getting a cheap-o cell phone. I'm tired of finding myself in emergencies with no way to resolve them via wireless communication.

Aunt Tudi looked better this evening than she did this morning. She's having to go to the bathroom a lot because the med folks have her hooked up to three IV bags. It's insane. She seemed a little worried about a possible gall bladder surgery. I did my best to ease her concerns. I had my gall bladder out and it was no big deal at all. I think they just punched a wee hole in my abdomen and sucked the thing out with a swizzle stick. No biggie at all. Hopefully, she won't be too concerned about it now.

I'm home now. I've taken care of the animals' needs and have cleared out a little bit of dried washing that we were working on earlier when Aunt Tudi had to be taken to the E/R. I've had my meds and am watching Battlestar Galactica whilst I write this. I'll be going to bed pretty soon. I'm sleepy and it's been one hell of a day.


May. 23rd, 2011 06:24 pm
tinhuviel: (Cadmus Ink)
I'm stuck on The Last Acolyte. My heart just isn't in it. There are so many other Cadmus stories I want to be writing, one of which where he actually lets his hair grow out as a part of some arcane ritual. Maybe that will become The Braid in my list of short story titles. It had always been my idea that Cadmus would allow his hair to grow back at least once, since he does indeed shave it and has ever since he was initiated into the Darkness by the Apostate. Now with seeing Straw, I'm just really super inspired. I just need to get it through my head that I don't have to finish one story before I can start another. That's always been a thing with me. The Chalice, The Blood Crown, and The Augury of Gideon were all written linearly. I wonder if that's normal now. Either way, I think I'm setting aside The Last Acolyte and turning my attention to The Braid for a little while. Then again, I'm also keen on exploring The Witness Tree, where the first artifact of the Apostate is introduced.

I don't know.

Maybe I'm thinking about it too much. I'd leave it alone, but I feel I've left it alone for too long already.

Blah! I don't know what to do.
tinhuviel: (Cymru)
From Receiving Social Security Payments While Living Abroad.

The U.S. Federal Reserve Bank of New York and several central banks around the world have agreed to provide an international direct deposit service. This service allows the transfer and conversion of U.S. social security benefits to a foreign bank free of the various charges; the Social Security Administration picks up the tab. The countries that currently participate in this international direct deposit service (also called electronic benefit transfer) are: Argentina, Australia, Canada, France, Germany, Ireland, Italy, Norway, Portugal, Spain, Sweden, and the United Kingdom.

Also, this good news from [livejournal.com profile] theafaye regarding muh beasties.

Look into the vaccine issues for your animals because you might not need to quarantine them. Although I didn't bring my cat over, he did have his rabies shots and basically what you do is give them two rabies jabs (to make sure the antibodies are high enough) and then five weeks later have a blood test done to show that they have enough anti rabies antibodies (you might get away with just one jab but you might not and if you don't get them high enough you have to have a second jab so it's more expensive to take the gamble). Six months after that blood test they can travel with no quarantine and a pet passport. It might be different from the States, but it's worth checking because they're always changing the law and if you can avoid quarantine for your animals, all the better.

And it'd be great to have you as a neighbour. :)
tinhuviel: (It's Teh Alpaca Lips!)
It's a consensus amongst End Times believers and conspiracy theorists that 12-21-2012 will bring cataclysmic land shifts as the Earth is remade by electromagnetic forces caused by an overdue pole shift. Could what happened in Japan be a small preview of what's to come?

You be the judge...
tinhuviel: (Shriek-Basin-Barry!)
This was posted back in December, but I don't think I ever posted it here. I'm a bad Shriek supporter... Anyway, it's a very good review and will make you want to go out to your local record store or iTunes, and purchase the album. I can't stress enough how wondrous this album is and how you would not regret buying it. So go read the review and decide for yourself.

Just click the happy picture and you will be transported to Mojo.



Apr. 26th, 2011 10:16 pm
tinhuviel: (Red and black alien)
If ET wants to talk to us, he'll have to come for a visit during this recession. How depressing...

The SETI Institute's Allen Telescope Array has been forced offline due to lack of funding, essentially crippling the organization's hunt for extraterrestrial communications.

tinhuviel: (Nemesis)
Discussing everything from music past, present, and future, Carl and Barry have and in-depth sit-down with my Buddy in the Shrieks [livejournal.com profile] nemesis_to_go, and proceed to vivisect Life in the Loading Bay, much to the delight of Shriekback fans worldwide. Read and enjoy!

Something fishy is going on around here.

Shriekback are back.

But then, in spite of umpteen line-up changes, sundry splits and reformations, and at least six different record labels, this is one band that has never really gone away.

Formed in 1981 as a kind of post-punk supergroup featuring ex-Gang Of Four bassist Dave Allen, ex-XTC keyboard player Barry Andrews, and ex-Out On Blue Six guitarist Carl Marsh, Shriekback staked out their own cerebral, groovy territory at the weird end of the new wave. Early songs such as 'Lined Up' and 'My Spine Is The Bassline' defined the 80s alternative dancefloor.

Major labels pricked up their ears and waved their chequebooks: the Jam Science album showed New Order how slinky, bass-driven electronica really should be done. With drummer Martyn Barker on board, Shriekback made Oil And Gold, a zig-zagging monster of an album that roars and purrs like any amount of cats. Carl Marsh left. Shriekback carried on. Big Night Music tapped deeper oil wells, dug new gold mines, and the band toured like there was no tomorrow.

But major labels demand major hits. Shriekback swerved into the commercial zone with Go Bang! - and it didn't quite work. By the early 90s, the band were back in indie territory, where the innate weirdness of Shriekback could dance its mess around unchecked. Now functioning as a loose collective revolving around Barry Andrews, Shriekback embarked upon a series of albums as varied as they are unmistakably Shriek-ish. From the acoustic clatter of Naked Apes And Pond Life to the rumbling, gnomic grooves of the new album, Life In The Loading Bay - released on Killing Joke's original label, Malicious Damage, and on which Barry is joined once more by fellow Shriek-founder Carl Marsh - you always know when Shriekback is in the room.

All of which means it's a good time to get in the room with Barry Andrews and Carl Marsh, and talk Shriekback - past, present, and future...

Well, here we are in the twenty-first century, and here comes Shriekback with a new album. Did you expect that to happen?

Barry Andrews: Oh yes, it was always going to happen. I think they will probably just keep on now. On and on and on and on...

Carl Marsh: …and on and on and on. Like a rolling stone. An atomically unstable rolling stone with an indefinite half-life.


(Thank you, [livejournal.com profile] nemesis_to_go, for a fantastic interview!)

tinhuviel: (Barry Exact Science)
I woke up a little before six, like I do, and started to get out of bed when I lost my balance and went crashing to the floor. My bed is pretty high and I hand nothing on which to which to hold to I landed full force on my right cheek bone...on hardwood floor. If I don't have a black eye and a bruised face by this afternoon, it will be a miracle. When it happened, I just sort of lay there on the floor in a dazed state, unable to move. The fall woke Aunt Tudi up and she ran in scared out of her wits. She thought I was having another seizure. I felt so bad for her. Finally, I pulled myself off the floor and slunk to the kitchen for some aspirin and water, 'cos I knew I was gonna be hurting. I've already begun to and it's only been an hour since gravity pulled it's funny little trick on me.

There was the consolation of a new blog entry from Barry, which as about the sea, a fascination it seems we both share. I went ahead and posted the blog in its entirety here sans pictures. They can be found at the Shriekback site (Shriekback.com). It's really a wonderful read and I fully recommend it. It's perfect to get your mind off nearly knocking your head off getting out of bed.

Sea Theory

Feb. 17th, 2011 06:45 am
tinhuviel: (Barry - Elf)

Taken from the new Shriekback.com, an essay on the sea by Barry Andrews.

Feb 15, 2011

'Gotta Sea Theory (gonna bore my friends)

When Andy Partridge bestowed (and e-bowed) his benediction on this tune (from the 2007 album 'Cormorant') he was moved to enquire what, then, might my 'Sea Theory' be? In a government-spokesman-being-grilled-on-Newsnight move I said that, like the Bible, the sea can prove anything you want. Andy snorted his dissatisfaction with this shameless prevarication but went on to play some nicely understated guitar.

I was being deliberately obtuse (because the full answer would have eaten into the session and probably left Andy glazed and remorseful): the sea is, of course, a helluva metaphor for us: the Cruel Sea, The Old Grey Widowmaker, our Ocean Mother. Just look at the poems, the paintings, the movies: whole genres all devoted to Her. No doubt: we are obsessed, and have been for a while..

One of Many Theories of the Sea...

I write this from a BnB in the Dorset coastal town of Swanage. In February. Now there's an aspect of Sea Theory right there: 'wandering an out-of-season English seaside town'. A double nostalgic whammy of -usually- crumbling Victoriana (our long gone English Imperial heyday: starched collars and parasols in an endless sepia summer) and, more proximately, last year: the punters gone back to their real, working lives, abandoning the fripperies and money-traps of their holidays. The bright colours of the fairground and amusements looking sorrowful under the leaden sky -their invitation to summery fun poignantly unconvincing as the grey sea continues it's indifferent motion.

'Sea Theory (haven't tested it)'

Last night I had a wander down on the seafront and was quite suprised to see at least three other people -not scoping hotdogs or hot action (best of luck in Swanage in February)-but clearly using the sea as I was: as a Contemplation Aid. So, I decided, it's obviously not just the Lone Nutter Theory -there must be fair few of us.We look at the ceaseless waves and what happens? Well, in the case of two Victorian artists, you lose your religion: there's Pegwell Bay the painting by William Dyce:

-and, perhaps better known, Matthew Arnold's 'Dover Beach' (quoted in full below)

In 'Dover Beach, on his honeymoon -or so they say- Matthew Has a Moment -possibly not conducive to a romantic night, though you never know -could have gone either way- where he sees the waves on the beach and sees religious faith receding like a tide that never comes back. And humanity is stranded 'on a darkling plain..where ignorant armies clash by night'. Therefore, he says: 'Ah love, let us be true to one another'. Romantic love, he reckons, is the only refuge against the existential despair the sea has evoked.. (In his parody 'Dover Bitch' Anthony Hecht has the new Mrs Arnold giving hubby some grief for treating her as 'a cosmic last ditch.' She has a point, I think.)

Pegwell Bay is even more a frozen moment of time than paintings usually are because we know the comet ('Donatis Comet') barely glimpsed in the top right of the canvas, happened on October 5th 1858.

The period clothes emphasise for us that all these people on their holidays ('local mussels; down the pub; back to the guest house;' probably: same old Brit seaside jollies) are all now long dead, even the children, yet the cliffs and the sea are probably much the same. And, to add a further layer of alienation, what are they collecting from the beach, these doomed holidaymakers? Why, only the clincher in that great controversy of the 19th century; the one that leaves us out in the salty dark for ever. Fossils! The Death of God, encoded in the rocks.

Sea Theory -gonna make your teeth ache..

­­­­­­­I find it interesting that these two art moments documenting a terrible existential awakening both happen at the seaside and that it was the Victorians who invented the old school English seaside holiday (with all it's hearty stoicism insisting on fun in the face of the elements ('brrr -nice out of the wind though'). This, alongside grim philosophical introspection. How does that work?What I unfailingly get from my own marine meditations is a sense of perspective ('too much fucking perspective' as the Spinal Tap boys say).

The primal, merciless sea right up against humanity at it's most lovable, ridiculous and vulnerable (those goosepimpled bodies in summer; off-season, the garish lights and fragile, tinny music from the pier timorously jutting out into the sombre ocean). Who are we kidding that we're important or serious?

And the journey to the sea. The fact that it's an effort -not part of everyday life- means that holidays can be used as milestones in one's life ('how many times more will I see Pegwell Bay/ Rhossili/ Dancing Ledge before it's the last time? And with whom, and in what frame of mind and physical condition?'). As yet another yardstick, in fact, by which we see how we're doing as regards to death.

('Sea Theory' can be heard on Spotify)

DOVER BEACH (Matthew Arnold)

The sea is calm to-night.

The tide is full, the moon lies fair

Upon the straits;on the French coast the light

Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand;

Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.

Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!

Only, from the long line of spray

Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,

Listen! you hear the grating roar

Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,

At their return, up the high strand,

Begin, and cease, and then again begin,

With tremulous cadence slow, and bring

The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago

Heard it on the Aegaean, and it brought

Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow

Of human misery; we

Find also in the sound a thought,

Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith

Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore

Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.

But now I only hearIts melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,

Retreating, to the breathOf the night-wind, down the vast edges drear

And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true

To one another! for the world, which seems

To lie before us like a land of dreams,

So various, so beautiful, so new,

Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,

Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;

And we are here as on a darkling plain

Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,

Where ignorant armies clash by night.

Barry Andrews
15 February, 2011


Feb. 16th, 2011 12:25 pm
tinhuviel: (Cadmus)
I have a poll. Won't you please go vote in it? I'd really rather appreciate it.

tinhuviel: (Here is the news!)
Bruce McRae, one of the founding members of Barry Andrews' Restaurant for Dogs, has a website featuring his poetry, music, and sundry other nuggets of goodness. You should go visit and write him to tell him what you think. He loves to hear from people and appreciates feedback, so please go forth and do your best. Here's the link to the site: Bruce McRae

There will be a Restaurant for Dogs and The Caretakers page on Facebook hopefully in the next few days, so stay tuned.

tinhuviel: (Chalice)
Something that [livejournal.com profile] morriganwind wrote on both Amazon and Barnes & Noble. I'm humbled by her words. If you've read the book and want to write a review, please go to either or both sites and speak your mind. Good or bad, I'd love the feedback!

What [livejournal.com profile] morriganwind said:
Posted October 25, 2010, 2:30 PM EST: While it's a different style of prose, Tracy Evans' tale of vampires flows with a beauty that is missing in most vampire fic of today, and indeed most modern fiction. The description she paints brings forth the most beautiful imagery, which is sorely lacking in paranormal literature today. I yearn to learn more of the wondrous creatures that inhabit her universe, I suppose I will have to simply be patient to see the second and third book of the series.

Have you?

Oct. 19th, 2010 12:28 pm
tinhuviel: (Chalice)
Have you gotten your copy of The Chalice yet? If not, run run run and get you one!
tinhuviel: (Cadmus Acolyte)
In anticipation of the upcoming new album, due out in November, the Shrieks have launched a new website. Just click with the clicky thing and join the Conspiracy.

The Clicky Thing

This is a special site that will feature regular blog entries from Barry and Carl Marsh, so there's no way you can resist it. Click!
tinhuviel: (Cadmus Wrath)
Order your copy of The Chalice right here. Feel the pure Cadmusian energy in your hands for the first time in...evar!


Sep. 21st, 2010 11:29 am
tinhuviel: (Cadmus Ink)
I was interviewed by [livejournal.com profile] thewritingpen. You can read it here: http://community.livejournal.com/thewritingpen/65478.html?view=433094#t433094.
tinhuviel: (Chalice)
After the sacrificial offering of blood, sweat, and tears, I'm happy to announce that The Chalice is now available for purchase. You can go to the Fey website for now and order it straight from the publisher. I'm sure after some time, it will be available via other media but, for now, you can buy it directly from Fey. Here's the link:

Please buy the book voraciously and pass the word on that the book is now available. The official release date was September 10th, my birthday. How cool is that? Happy purchasing and, most importantly, happy reading!

Those of you who want a signed copy can send me the money and I'll get the book and sign it for you. Just be sure that I have your full name. I know most of you, but I don't want to make any mistakes in whom I'm signing a book for. That would suck.
tinhuviel: (Chalice)
I've created a page for The Vampire Relics and am hoping to get as many members as possible over there. I'm planning on a contest or two, and there will be some teasers from the books placed in the discussion section as we move toward release date. Please join if you're on Facebook and bring all your friends too!


Thanks in advance and I look forward to seeing you over there.
tinhuviel: (Herne_Moon)
[livejournal.com profile] shadowwolf13 is having a kind of Love In and I got caught up in it somehow. It's not that I've been particularly loving or would have even know it was going one had [livejournal.com profile] miintikwa said something nice about me in the thread, prompting others to do the same. I've sat all day trying to put into words how I feel about my friends here and how important all of you are to me, but the words fail me. It's not that I don't care or feel I'm too good to participate. I just find myself incapable. So, instead, I'll do this. I'll point in the direction of the Love In and encourage people to pay their love forward by participating in a way I cannot.

Go now and share the love.
tinhuviel: (Bukket)
'Cos I'm poor and have no shame.



Jun. 27th, 2010 03:20 pm
tinhuviel: (Shriekback Logo)
I've updated my profile page. You can go look and see, if you wish. I added mucho Shriekness to it. There seemed to be a moral imperative there that I'd failed to follow. It's fixed now, though.
tinhuviel: (Cadmus Wrath)
Oh, I saw the trailer for Inception last night and for a split second they showed this wondrous man. I blurted out to Aunt Tudi, "there's my Cadmus!" Turns out I was right. Tom Hardy gets sixth billing in the film and now I have to see it. I think it's funny I'm calling him "My Cadmus" now. [livejournal.com profile] falkenna saw it before I did, so major props go out to her.
tinhuviel: (Vampire Relics)
If you have a Facebook, why don't you join the Vampire Relics community? There are excerpts from the books, updates on when they'll be published, and hopefully a surprise or two down the road. Come join in on the Vampiric fun!
tinhuviel: (Here is the news!)
The subject line means nothing. I just thought it sounded funny. I know why I'm on this planet, at least partially. I'm here to observe and write down what I see. The problem is, I suck at it.

I just got finished drinking my second Loca Mocha, courtesy of Monster. Why O why did I drink these coffees so close to bedtime? And why did I wake up this morning with O Brother where Art Thou on my mind? And that song, that accursed Bluegrass song sung by George Clooney and his bros? Of course, that just led me to thinking about Fargo, another Coen Brothers movie. Then I got to thinking how much I'd love to throw the hillbillies from O Brother where Art Thou into Fargo's wood chipper of doom. Then this made me wonder how many people Scott has wanted to throw in the wood chipper of doom because they've made some snide wood chipper comment upon learning he's from Fargo.

And what was it I just wrote? Jesus Christ, I'm out of control! It must be the caffeine kicking my arse.

I'm still waiting for the lyrics to the new Shriek songs so I can go ahead and write the song-by-song review. Barry said they were coming shortly and I haven't heard from him since. In the meantime, I'm listening to the songs and letting myself immerse in the different sounds of a couple of them. Barry warned that the new album would be radically different from the other Shriek albums and, even though the sound is a little different, you can still tell it's Shriekback. Any fan will love it and I plan on doing my best to bring in new fans, like I always do. I just don't want to write the song-by-song review until I have the lyrics, so I can quote the songs correctly.

Speaking of lyrics, I'm having to remove all the non-Shriek lyrics from The Blood Crown as I proofread. I only have permission for the Shriek lyrics, so everything else must go. Poo on that. I've always loved prefacing a chapter with song lyrics. I definitely did so with The Augury of Gideon. Every chapter is prefaced with a Shriek lyric ~~ BOOYAH, baby, BOOYAH!

Just in case someone didn't notice my announcement from the other day, I've finished The Vampire Relics the other day. This is pretty much how I wrote The Augury of Gideon. I don't think I'll ever be the same again.

Jen Olive is looking for an apartment and a roomie in Swindon for the Summer. I told her I would if she didn't mind my writing (see above). Of course, I can't do it, but I can dream. Imagine...hanging out in Swindon with Stuart and Barry, meeting Andy Partridge, and who knows what other mischief I could get into? I'm so jealous, but so very happy for Jen. She deserves it, she's such a good musician.

Thanks to the Mother Unit, I'm going to see an orthopaedic doctor tomorrow. I intend to take whatever anti-inflammatory he gives me. I don't care if it rots my stomach clean out, I'm tired walking like Granny Clampett after a gang bang.

I think this is the end of my babbling because I haven't anything else to say...at least I don't think so.
tinhuviel: (Funky Bald Molina)
The mad writer in me is craving this stuff so I'm drifting through the Internet dreaming of what I'd get if I had the fundage. I really want to try the authentic French Absinthe prepared in the proper ritual. I have everything I need to do this except for the Absinthe. Gah!
tinhuviel: (wwJDd?)
I'm sworn off television news for the duration of their showing images of oil-soaked animals dying in amongst balls of tar. I can't bear to see it. It makes me want to throttle every last human being on Earth. If it weren't for our greed, and I say our greed because I drive a car too, this would never have happened. I wish I were in better health. I'd volunteer to go down to the Gulf of Mexico and help the rescue effort for these poor creatures. I'd go armed with a barrel of Dawn strapped to my back.

MS Publisher has fixed it to where you can't alter their HTML before uploading to your host. What you have is what you've got, whether it's what you want or not. This does not amuse me because I used to go in and diddle with the code before ever publishing. As a result of that revelation, posting a simple front page turned out to be a fiasco that made me look like the dumbass I am when it comes to webular publishings (Webular is a Barry word, I can't take credit). Other than MS dicking with what little mind I have left, I also am agonising over the fact that I can't just type in www.vampirerelics.com and go straight to the front page. I get a 403 Verboten page instead. So, that said, if anyone wants to eyeball the site, you must type in this: http://www.vampirerelics.com/index. Voila! Cadmus and the gang will pop up and say howdy, but only in IE Explorer right now. I've already gotten word that the page might have difficulties in Firefox, probably a side effect of MS Publisher being fretful and possessive. GAH! I must give super-special props to [livejournal.com profile] xevokitty, who's been putting up with my rampant stupidity for nigh on to two weeks. Still, she endures, offering insights and tweaks of support. I'd be floundering about like a fish out of water if it weren't for her.

I'm currently rocking out to Lady GaGa. I love her. I've noticed that a lot of folks in my generation adore her, but many in the younger gens can't stand her. I chalk this up to the fact that Lady GaGa is making music eerily similar to the tuneage from the 80s. Everything is in a 20-year cycle (or 19, I guess I should say), so it stands to reason that a lot of the music of today sounds a lot like the music from the late 80s and early 90s, auto-tune notwithstanding. I saw an interview with Cyndi Lauper where she made the comment that we needed artists like Lady GaGa. I couldn't agree more.

Ah, and I finally saw Alice in Wonderland. Johnny Depp was always his wonderful selves in this and the soundtrack was sublime. Mad Hatter still spooks me, but kind of in a good way. I'm happy to announce that I will not be writing Hatter fanfiction. And a communal sigh of relief can be heard around the world.

"Despite Dense Weed" just came on iTunes. Time for me to go hide in a corner and shiver.


Jun. 6th, 2010 02:19 pm
tinhuviel: (Cadmus Pariah)
Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] xevokitty, The Vampire Relics now has a presence on Teh Intarwebs.


May. 28th, 2010 08:59 pm
tinhuviel: (Cadmus Art)
I got copied on a letter from Sophie to Amy (the art guru at Fey) forwarding her the image of Cadmus drawn by [livejournal.com profile] m0usegrrl. Amy is supposed to create the book cover for The Chalice and give any copyright credits appropriate to said image (see icon for the image in question). I was copied on the note to confirm the name of the trilogy and to make sure [livejournal.com profile] m0usegrrl is privy to the goings-on regarding her art. I am so loving this. I told Sophie and Amy that I'm so excited, I could pop. And I could, I really could.

The only downside is that it's hard for me to get into character while writing on The Augury of Gideon. Cadmus is being difficult (as usual) and I'm not even trying Gideon right now, even though I probably sound crazy. I've come to the realisation that you can't write good Vampire fiction (or what I consider good Vampire fiction) when you're freakin' gleeful.

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