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You need no ticket to make a place for yourself here where humor, black and otherwise, comes to you from the stage where the human comedy itself is being played, its performance trumping the things dark and tragic and found in the world of literature.
One Last Blowout Weekend With The DoctorRIP HST
Hunter S. Thompson...
I'm trying to wrangle an invitation to the Woody Creek memorial to HST.
has a lot of his spirit within it: we're sort of next generation gonzos and one of us should be there to contribute a reading in the spirit of...
And I've got the perfect musical interlude to hit the perfect note in what will be a sad, but transcendent day.
is a zinester who needs no introduction, which is a good thing, because I'm not going to give him one. But go to wredfright.com and let him introduce himself, because, unlike myself, he is not merely a shadowy lit wannabe, but is a genuine shadowy lit isabe, or something. The beauty of Wred is you can't really figure out what the hell he is. Which, after all is what it's all about. Depending upon your definition of what it's is, or something. Anyway, great picture of Wred pretending to appreciate the reader/performer while actually watching soft-core porn on the TV out of the corner of his eye, which our hosts graciously provided.
I have to admit
that I somewhat crapped out on my promise of posting pics of the fictionistas of the ULA Medusa reading, but there were plenty of good pictures at our site (literaryrevolution.com), and running neck and neck with Jeff Lebowski for the WLF (World Lazyness Federation) championship belt -- actually given to the loser of the lazyness race -- I figured, "been there, done that, screw it".
But I did promise a picture of Crazy Carl, he of his Celestial Asshological Presentation/Audience Bribing Giveaway. I am sure we are all happy with our gifts (mine must have set Carl back all of 59 cents) but our greatest gift was seeing the Crazy One in person. (Yeah right...)
An honor and a pleasure...