Month: June 2011

So Glenn Beck claims that he was harassed and wine deliberately spilled on his wife by nasty, vicious liberals while trying to watch a Hitchcock film in Central Park. Meanwhile the nasty, vicious liberal in question claims that no one was bothering him, his bodyguards were giving people crap, and the wine spillage was a complete accident (claims of innocence that appear to run counter to earlier twitter messages that conveyed hostility toward Beck on her part.)

As is typically the case, everyone is the hero (or victimized party) of their own anecdote. Of course, Beck has a much larger microphone to make his case. Still, as a vicious liberal, I have to say that there’s no excuse for harassing Beck at a general event. I disagree with what he has to say, but defend his right to say it and also his right to take some time off to enjoy life with his family.

Too bad it wasn’t a Kurosawa film festival, considering the “Rashomon” aspects of the incident.

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What the hëll is up with the Mets? Taking two out of three from the A’s. Two grand slams in one game after a two year drought. Over .500, finally. Jose Reyes is the most difficult out in the National League.

A fluke? Or the start of something? And would management really be tone deaf enough to trade Reyes?

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My new novelette, “Bronsky’s Dates With Death,” sees print in the July/August issue of the Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction which should be going on sale today. It’s the story of an elderly man who winds up pìššìņg øff everyone with his constant, incessant talk about dying…everyone up to, and including, Death himself. Check it out.

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My parents sent me this box of old stuff of mine that’s been sitting in their basement for God only knows how long. It’s my life and interests for the first eighteen years of my existence in microcosm. Some of it is truly amusing considering where my life’s gone. A copy of “MIrror Friend, Mirror Foe” by George Takei, whose wedding I attended. An issue of an old SF magazine called “If” with a cover by a pre-Elfquest Wendy (credited as “Wendi”) Pini, who drew the tattoo on my left arm. And–get this–an original 1969 New York Mets Yearbook.

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Honk if you suddenly want to dump your spouse and marry someone who uses the same public bathrooms you do.

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