All and sundry. have finally self-published my novel, A Dark Pattern. It’s available for the bargain price of $4.44. And it mentions IHC! Just look at Chapter 7.
A Dark Pattern is a Weird Fiction Mystery set in Seattle. It involves romance, fear, psychoactive drugs, trans-dimensional demons, stray cats, dive bars, a slaughter of not-so-innocents, precognition, baseball, military-grade drones, panty-sniffing, ramen-stealing, and much more. It starts with a hornet’s sting and ends with a bang.
Find it here at: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/484553
You may have seen things recently about the daily habits, sleeping patterns and dietary habits of different kinds of geniuses through history. But one person that’s not on any of those lists that I’ve seen is Hunter S. Thompson, and that’s probably because Hunter S. Thompson’s daily routine is not one that’s recommended for mere mortals. Not that people haven’t and don’t exist on a mostly nocturnal schedule, with a day filled with liquor, cocaine, weed and LSD, but none of those people are Hunter S. Thompson.
She existed. She existed.
Ken Kesey’s son is planning a sequel to his dad’s legendary acid-fueled bus journey, only this one will be funded via Kickstarter
Ken Kesey’s 1964 drug-fueled trip from California to New York with a group of friends on a psychedelic bus named “Further” has become a cornerstone of 1960s counterculture legend. The One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest author was on his way to NYC anyway for the debut of a new novel, so he got some people together dubbed “The Merry Pranksters” and they drove across America, freaking out the normals in the process. Now in 2014, Kesey’s son, Zane is looking to re-create the journey, funded in the 21st century way— through Kickstarter.
Cormac McCarthy’s ex-wife arrested for pulling a gun out of her vagina after an argument about aliens goes bad
When Jennifer McCarthy, ex-wife of Pulitzer Prize winning author Cormac McCarthy was laying in bed one Saturday morning with her boyfriend, the two were arguing over the existence of aliens, as happens, when Jennifer stormed out. Upon returning, McCarthy pulled a gun from her vajayjay, the same vajayjay that produced a son for her and Cormac that was the inspiration for The Road, and begin waving the gun around, threatening to shoot her beau.
One of the most quotable moments from the highly quotable 1971 film ‘Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory’ is when Wonka introduces the children to one of his new inventions— lickable wallpaper. As the kids lick the wall, Wonka exclaims “the snozzberries taste like snozzberries!” What are snozzberries? You probably thought it was just some total nonsense term from an author, Roald Dahl, known for lots of nonsense words. But in Dahl’s world, the word “snozzberry” does apparently have a meaning. In Dahl’s 1979 adult novel ‘My Uncle Oswald’, “snozzberry” is slang for penis. Yes, those kids were licking dick flavored wallpaper. Not surprising for a story whose main character is a lonely psychopath living in his own fantasy world who casually murders children for kicks.
In 1848, by then a nationally celebrated poet, Edgar Allan Poe published ”Eureka,” a 150-page prose poem on the nature and origin of the universe. The work, an overheated grab bag of metaphysics and cosmology, was a flop. A reviewer for Literary World likened it to ”arrant fudge.” A hundred years later T. S. Eliot summed up the critical consensus. ”Eureka,” he wrote, ”makes no deep impression … because we are aware of Poe’s lack of qualification in philosophy, theology or natural science.”
The New York Public Library teamed up with the University of Maryland’s Institute for Technology in the Humanities to digitize Shelley’s two surviving notebooks containing most of the work—complete with edits by Percy Bysshe Shelley, her poet husband. Making this almost 200-year-old text click-accessible for a modern audience is only the first step for the Shelley-Godwin Archive, which hopes to digitize the entire oeuvre of the ultra-writerly family of Percy, Mary, and her parents, William Godwin and Mary Wollstonecraft.