Ok, first off: the search engine thingy on this site sucks major ass.
Two: I can't believe I've been up for two and a half fucking hours - I'm so tired - I don't know how I'm gonna make it through work today. Insomnia sucks. Fuck.
Three: I just picked up a small little novellete by Stephen King called The Colorado Kid which, from the pulp inspired cover, looks like its a crime novel instead of King's usual fare. Still, I'm a huge King fan and I want to see where he'll go with this. I thought I had read most of King's stuff and so had gone looking for authors in the horror/creepy/chills-down-your-spine genre. Ended up picking up In The Night Room by Peter Straub as he has collaborated with King on other titles and I figured he could give me the same kinda chills.
Not even close.
What a disappointment! No thrills, no chills, no nada! How this guy earned such a stellar reputation I'll never know - didn't get one goosebump the entire time. Blah. Read Poe's tales to remind me what good creepy tales were like.
Hope Kid is as good as King's other works....
Dear, sweet Harley Kwink...I'm madly in love with you. Marry me! We can go to Canadia. Or Boston or something. It'll be grand...You know the cookies are a given. They are ALWAYS a given. You could dump me tomorrow and you'd still get the cookies. Boston..shit, wherever dyke weddings were legalized. And where better to rub their little piggie noses in how bad they suck than right on their doorstep? What are they gonna do? Be jealous of you? Stare furiously at your tah-tahs? Not willingly give you cookies, but instead begrudgingly give you their cookies? Woman, time to wake up to the powers you wield - Uschi
