keith

One year as a member of Suicidegirls, eight months since I did my first interview, with Sleater-Kinney, in January. What a year!

The Sleater-Kinney article was my first professional writing for anyone, ever, and I kindof laugh at how my methods have changed since then. I listened to every single Sleater-Kinney album a million times, taking notes. A week before the interview I had...
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How do we know the CIA wasn't involved in Kennedy's assassination?

Well, he's dead, isn't he?

You know where you are? You in the jungle, baby. You gonna dieeeee... \m/

The cat dropped the rat between its two front paws. "There are those," it said with a sigh, in tones as smooth as oiled silk, "who have suggested that the tendency of a cat to play with its prey is a merciful one--after all, it permits the occasional funny little running snack to escape from time to time. How often does your dinner get to...
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I'm super nervous about the Gaiman interview. I know I've talked to some big name people before, but never one with fans quite as rabid. As George Lucas could tell you, you don't want to raise the ire of geekdom. Plus I just love love love Mr. Gaimans work.

Have read 4 volumes of Sandman in the last two days. American Gods is next, and...
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Another day, another taco.

Yeah, I'm done with the boards. I'll just stick to journals for a while and the comments on the Words articles. The boards are making me sad, this once holy place being invaded by the pod people. The quiz takers, the hey-baby-wanna-hook-ups, the to-the-nth-degree-repeats-of-threads-that-were-lame-the-first-time, bitching, whining, this sucks, that sucks, ugh. It didn't use to be like that. What, did SG rent an ad on...
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I've submitted a mini-assload of Words features this morning, and I have the next two days off from ye olde daye job. Neverwinter Nights here I come!

Also, read my poem in the previous entry if you get a chance. Tell me what you think.

I stand in lights dawn, and call the darkness to arms,
knowing that the forces arrayed in languid pallor and shadow,
possess the greater number.

I stand in lights dawn, feeling the arms of the wind
and the sea; awake to glorys victory!

I stand in the fields, I stand in the grass and the wood.

I invoke the Names, I call forth the Powers,...
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There exists in every heart an undercurrent; that malicious tow toward wickedness, which awakens in the formative years as manifestations of cruelty toward classmates, lovers, parents. We are led through bitter experience to a realization of the sharpness of words, the ways in which the clever use them to conceal, to exploit, to wound, and which the dull may use to blunt, and to bludgeon....
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Holy shit! I've done 20 interviews since beginning this (with Sleater-Kinney) in January!