Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 30, 2010
I don't build a lot of aircraft models, and I've never built a Zeppelin before, so this will be an interesting change for me.
And note it's not the Hindenburg. That would be bad Feng shui! Not that I'd rule out a model of the Hindenburg in the future . . .
Monday, December 27, 2010
your shit did not smell;
neither did my roses;
you stood in my light and complained I was blocking your shadow;
you forgave yourself with shocking ease;
of all the many times you said no
when I hadn't asked and was on the far side of the street, in dark glasses, only looking for a moment while checking my grocery list and you were facing the other direction and
couldn't possibly have known;
of your right to be seen and my absence thereof;
of the authority of your eyebrows;
whether I agreed or disagreed with you I was ever only a foreigner;
you could both keep an eye on and ignore me at the same time, if you wanted;
whatever I wanted, it was only you who had the right to it;
of how easy it was for you to be courageous -- you had no idea;
you could wear symbols of your failure and make them look like someone else's;
you were a hero in victory, a martyr in defeat -- Wuotan and Yahweh your admiring uncles;
I was a bully or a weakling, no matter what the truth was (hah! even both);
of the respect strangers had for you;
faith was yours for the asking -- works didn't matter;
your works were more than enough -- faith didn't matter;
you could judge and not be judged;
your judgement was itself the sentence -- how I writhed! No impotent guards and prison walls for you!
you did not need the last word -- it was yourself;
of your superiority;
of your inferiority (so much better than mine);
you could despise weakness when strong, strength when weak. How did you manage it?
you were whatever most undermined me -- without knowing it, without caring;
you were ever looking over my shoulder -- without knowing it, without caring;
of your clear eye which feared nothing.
And now that you are dead I sing your praises thus and kill you again before the world, you bum-sucking vampire!
Friday, December 24, 2010
that the birth of Christ in the world is not only a religious miracle but a political one. Christ's life on earth was like the battle of Kursk: the turning event in a great war, the beginning of the protracted and agonizing end of the Enemy.
The war I speak of is the war against sin and suffering and death, and it is fought out in the heart of every individual and in the political and economic structures we live in.
The birth of Christ is the promise of salvation to the suffering and forgiveness of the wicked (and all of us are some of both).
This is also a time of great mystery, a time which religious doctrines can to some extent elucidate, but not explain.
This is the time when God begins to retake His lost creation. How could She ever have lost it? Why the immeasurable distance between us and our Creator? No one can understand, and for some this very question is the death of anything that might be called religion.
But it need not be. And on both sides of the great divide God acts and sees and loves.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
But where are the ordinary Joes and Janes? (and it's almost entirely Joes, by the way). These are the people who build to a much inferior level, like the not quite completed Soviet BA-3 armoured car above built by yours truly. Granted, I don't see why anyone would regularly want to see large numbers of pictures of or articles on such pedestrian accomplishments in their monthly model magazine. But here's my point: one gets the strong impression that the only people who build like I do are children. Is this really so? Are all the adults out there building musuem quality planes, ships and tanks? Somehow I doubt it.
If I had the time and the desire to build to the level displayed in your typical modelling magazine, perhaps I could do so. But to me, that means less fun and more work.
Am I the only one in the hobby who thinks this way? Something for the modelling magazines to consider: maybe if you had a monthly column (say, one page long) devoted to the thoughts of less accomplished builders you could actually make your magazines more interesting.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
What could be more humiliating than to be Catwoman and get a spanking?
That's what I love about bun-gripping catsuits: they make you free and powerful, but oh so strangely vulnerable at the same time!
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
A poor person might trust in God's vengeance and a rich person in the authority of her bank account, but the person in the middle is damned whether she worships God or Mammon. Hence the bile. She can't win -- short of giving up what she has to the poor or clawing her way to the top of the money mountain. Her only road to a kind of shaky self-respect is to see herself as the inexplicable victim of both rich and poor. But she, like Hitler, is always fighting a two front war, and that is a very unstable proposition.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
If there is anything left over after all the above groups have been satisfied, once in a while an actual writer without anything to commend her but the quality of her work just might squeak by the censors and get a book published.
Friday, December 10, 2010
Well, this must be because about that time I recieved a positive review and rating from Jane's Guide. See the new icon at left. Thank you, Jane!
And here I've been asleep at the switch and not posting! Blargh! Stay tuned.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
But I'm also a stubborn little bitch. So I'm going to make it anyway.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
"If you don't stand behind our troops, feel free to stand in front of them."
Damn! That's clever. Whoever said everyone on the Right is stupid? Now suppose I had a car, and suppose I put a bumper sticker on it that read as follows:
"Canadian soldiers in Afghanistan deserve to die."
Yeah, I know the naked nastiness of this would not have any wit to make it look like wisdom, unlike the politically correct bon mots of whatever militarist Voltaire is writing bumper stickers for our solid citizens these days. But ask yourself this: how would my hypothetical bumper sticker be any more vicious, or any less just than that of whatever perspicacious lemming (quoted above) formed his magisterial judgement of the peace movement?
Canada, watch out. You are allowing militarism to make the civilian feel small and unworthy to criticize. These feelings are always useful in the service of reaction.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
But are they ever remembered on Remembrance Day? Alas, they were Leftists. And Leftists who go to war without state sanction must be sent down the memory hole. Doubtless they would be called "terrorists" now: the bourgeoisie's pet word for violence not sanctioned by the governments of alleged democracies.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
NO. There are none (except for mine. But I have not been able to get any publisher or agent to look at it yet.)
I repeat: there are no Left Wing Canadian novels.
Somebody tell me (please!) that I'm wrong. I've got to be wrong. I must have missed something somewhere. My search has been by no means exhaustive. I know of Left Wing Canadian poetry (e.g. Milton Acorn) Left Wing drama (e.g. David Fennario) but novels?
I write to provoke thee!
Have at thee, I say, oh vacuum land! Canada has produced no Lefty novelists at all. Somebody please slaughter me (verbally). It's the only way I'll learn.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Dear me, Chris, deary, deary me. What are we to do with you? I'm at a loss. Anyway, here's a little poem on the matter:
who with the Lord was greatly pissed;
religion burned him up as well,
because it talked too much of hell,
but when a man of Christian mission
turned out not to be a villain,
spoke of peace and not damnation,
Hitchens did a thought negation,
fiddling with the definition
of what made a very Christian.
Damn his fustimystication!
And mendacious truculation!
Words are public property,
to sate your ego,
will turn you into a soggy pumpkin.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
What I am criticizing here is the very structure of pride, in the worst sense of that word. Beware the eyes that take in the light and give none back.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Consider as well the exalted Henry Kissinger. Was he not always portrayed as a master of calm and reasoned moderation? Yet he was a genocidal maniac.
"Right," "Left," and "Middle" are vague though useful terms which categorize various ideas and attitudes with relationship to each other. But none of these terms has by definition any inherent relationship to the truth. They cannot measure the truth. It is the truth that measures them.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
I know the correct response for the rejected writer is supposed to be "gee, that's the way it goes," or "I'll just have to try harder next time" or "time to become best friends with Margaret Atwood, because God knows, if you don't know a great writer personally you couldn't possibly be one." But the simple fact of the matter is that the finest fiction and the best crafted query packages must come to nothing if they are sent to some unimaginative bourgeois twerp who spends most of his waking hours hunting down the latest celebrity to publish. No, I am a complete failure at glad-handling and networking and all that shit. As the saying goes, "I don't dance, I just sing." I spend my time writing, and yes, I DO look down at writers who spend more time studying self-promotion than literature. If it comes to that, I've written query letters that could not possibly have been better unless I could literally read the minds of those I was sending them to.
Let me recommend, therefor, an article by Darryl Whetter called "Canada's an Urban Nation. Why is Our Literature Still Down on the Farm?" No, it's not about query letters, it just shows disrespect towards the Canlit establishment, and that's all to the good.
You really have to wonder whether the grand panjandrums who decide what gets published in this country have a clue.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Also, don't forget my earlier post here which will tell you what writers in the anthology will be doing their part in the SPANK! blog tour next. There will be six more in the next six days, so be sure to check them out.
And for your viewing pleasure, here is a very attractive woman who is not in the anthology, but who does look like she might be about to get stuck. And if she does, who's to say she won't get a spanking?
Take her ass, for example:
Still walking behind her, I noticed her magnificent skirt-stretching derriere was actually a little large for the rest of her skinny frame. Not fat, but well rounded and very wide-boned -- and very firm. This was not surprising, given that Hank, I knew, could never go for a woman not built to receive a thorough spanking.
It had been a long time since he had given one to me. Yes, doubtless this leather-lapped backside before me was the one that had been reddening under his masterful mitt while my own bottom had been languishing in neglect. I remembered when I used to wear pleated cheerleader skirts -- knowing how much an older woman in a pleated cheerleader skirt provoked him to madness -- and then feigned astonishment when, in some public place but at a moment when nobody was looking, he would hoist the back of it and give me a terrific smack right on the heinie. I would go cross-eyed trying to stifle my yelp of delight and pain, stand there knock-kneed rubbing my ass, while he nonchalantly pretended that absolutely nothing whatsoever had happened.
God, it had been fun. And now he was a bastard. An absolute, fucking bastard. And she, the one the bastard was fucking, she was hot; no doubt about it. I didn't know whether this should make me feel better or worse. And she had good taste, I thought, glancing about the house, no doubt about that either.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
"Your father did business with Hyman Roth,
but your father never trusted Hyman Roth."
It occurred to me one might say the same thing with regard to John Calvin's attitude to God:
John Calvin did business with God,
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
9/2 Cervo Logical Lust http://www.logical-lust.com/blog.html
9/3 Sommer Marsden http://smutgirl.blogspot.com/
9/4 Anna Black http://jennareynolds.com/journal/
9/5 Jean Roberta http://www.jean_roberta.livejournal.com
9/6 Tara S. Nichols http://tarasnichols.blogspot.com
9/7 Maggie Morton Logical Lust http://www.logical-lust.com/blog.html
9/8 Kathleen Bradean http://kathleenbradean.blogspot.com
9/9 Lee Ash Logical Lust http://www.logical-lust.com/blog.html
9/10 Lisabet Sarai http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com
9/11 Evan Mora Logical Lust http://www.logical-lust.com/blog.html
9/12 Allison Wonderland http://aisforallison.blogspot.com/
9/13 Sean Meriwether Logical Lust http://www.logical-lust.com/blog.html
9/14 Roxy Katt http://roxykatt.blogspot.com/
9/15 Donna George Storey http://sexfoodandwriting.donnageorgestorey.com/
9/16 Beth Wylde http://bethwylde.wordpress.com/
9/17 Sacchi Green Logical Lust http://www.logical-lust.com/blog.html
9/18 A.D.R. Forte http://adrforte.blogspot.com/
9/19 J. Z. Sharpe Logical Lust http://www.logical-lust.com/blog.html
9/20 Jessica Lennox http://www.jessicalennox.com/
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Spank! is published by Logical Lust to be released on September 15.
Here's the table of contents, featuring some mighty fine writers, including yours truly:
1. Just a Spanking by Lisabet Sarai
2. Apple Bottom Hard Cider by Kathleen Bradean
3. Anthropology by Donna George Storey
4. Anything But Ordinary by A.D.R. Forte
5. The Royal Montague by Cervo
6. Elementary, My Dear Sir by Anna Black
7. The Accidental Spanker by Sean Meriwether
8. Necessary Roughness by Beth Wylde
9. The Good Soldier by Sacchi Green
10. The House on Oxford Street by J.Z. Sharpe
11. Finally by Jessica Lennox
12. Fit to be Tied, Bound to be Gagged by Allison Wonderland
13. Thin-Skinned by Jean Roberta
14. Slippering by Lee Ash
15. A Well-Red Bottom by Maggie Morton
16. Just Rewards by Tara S. Nichols
17. Sugar by Sommer Marsden
18. The Trumpet of Destiny by Roxy Katt
19. Richard's Reward by D. L. King
20 What Jackie Gives Me by Evan Mora
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Anyway, to your left is my somewhat blurry pic of the contents of the RPM 1/35 scale Polish Tankietka TKS.
I'm going to be doing a review of this kit. Now this will be a somewhat unusual review, because I'm just not that good at building model kits -- I'm lazy. It's more fun that way. If you look at most kit reviews you will find the builder is very adept with airbrushes and aftermarket parts and expensive resin or aluminum add-ons, but I just build out of the box and use the same techniques -- more or less -- as when I was a child. I've tried an airbrush, for example, and I just found it a nuisance. I paint with regular brushes.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Willem de Kooning
"The trouble with being rich is that it takes up everyone else's," adds Terence Davies (and I don't think he's quoting anyone here) in the film, Of Time and the City.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
It is a good idea in such situations to ask yourself whose story is not being told from her own point of view, who it is who is not being heard from. Finding this story, in fact, just trying to find this story will often tear the mask off the smooth-faced "moderates" to show a face contorted by visciousness or ignorance.
Why, after all, do some people scream in such an ugly manner? It is often because they have already tried the measured tones the moderates affect to admire, and have not been listened to by them.
And what if, for example, a "moderate" parks a tank on somebody's foot and affects astonishment and dismay when the victim shouts and curses? Is it not obscene for our smooth-faced gentleman to prattle on at this point about "moderate dialogue" or the conducting of discussions "in a tone of mutual respect"?
Monday, June 7, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Saturday, June 5, 2010
You solve the dilemma by calling the situation "tragic." You pull a long and sombre face. You are so deeply impressed with the gravity of the situation, in fact, that you can not do anything so small as to blame anybody for it. This is no time for partisanship, is it? That, yes, would be to trivialize everything, wouldn't it? "Tragedy" here implies a great mystery which serious and responsible people do not profane by anything so silly as an explanation. The issue of personal responsibility has been transcended altogether in this august view of the situation, or at least rendered too complex for the obscenity of a moral judgement.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
For those of you who don't know, the Lammys are the top queer literary prizes in the world and include works in some 23 categories.
Now if only I could get Facebook to work for me so I can go and talk about it there! I've been dealing with some computer oriented problems that have been slowing me down on the net and reducing my posting and such considerably. But it will all get cleared up shortly.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Alex Steffen in "The Bright Green City," The Sun, Issue 412, April 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Why is this? Could it be that the distinguished ladies and gentlemen of whom we speak should be noted not so much for their abhorrence of fools as their need to feed upon them? And could it be that when no genuine fool is present someone must be manipulated into playing that role and then rebuffed as if in revulsion?
Behold! A vampire of the spirit!
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Frankly, I would like to be this woman: an armoured knight desperately in need of rescue. And what if the only one available to assist was a "helpless" damsel type who would take full advantage of the situation? How could a proud warrior queen ever live this down?
There is something about a woman in a suit of armour that is irresistable to me! I've drawn dozens of pics like this one, some finished, some partially finished, and some I just keep changing my mind about when it comes to what captions to attach.
MEA CULPA! MEA MAXIMA CULPA!
The good news is, I'm still writing my second novel. It moves slowly but surely. Trying to average one hour a day through the course of the year That would come out to 10 full time weeks per annum. But with any luck I can do more than that.