stillsostrange

britmandelo is editing a reprint anthology of bisexual and genderqueer speculative fiction for Lethe Press. Details here. Please stop by and recommend your favorite queer stories, or submit a reprint if you have one. I may dust off "Flotsam."

Well, not quite. Oh, how I wish.

But! Movie #4 was Howling II: Your Sister Is a Werewolf, shown at the Alamo Drafthouse with Sybil Danning in attendance. This may or may not be the best of the Howlings, but it is definitely the most hilariously awesome, being full of Chris Lee and Sybil Danning (and her breasts) and more gratuitous werewolf sex than you can shake a stick at. These things make up for a lack of all characterization and any sort of plot follow-through.

And now I have Sybil Danning's autograph. We would all like to look so hot after 60. I really want to go back tomorrow night to see Chained Heat, but it's a midnight show and my need for sleep may prevail.

I really need the song from the HII soundtrack, though. It would be such a highlight in my collection of 80s cheese.

Bidding at livelongnmarry starts tonight/tomorrow at 12:01 AM Pacific time, July 1st.

I'm offering a website, a fictional death, and character art, all of which can be found here. And there's a ton of nifty stuff by people way cooler than me, too.

Also, I have a bonus offer for anyone on my friends list who's buying or selling:

If you buy OR sell $50 worth of something, I'll give you character art for free, for the first three qualifying people who want any. This will happen after anything I do for auction winners, so it may take a while, but it will get done.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5lDkYBh-fQ

(Watch out, I'm feeling spammy today)

Well, except Massachusetts. Wooo!

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And I sent that v0 (orange) that's been my bane for the third time today, which I think means I've officially kicked its ass. I'm also two holds away from sending another v0. Since it's a much steeper overhang, I'm pretty happy with that.

I also need more climbing shorts or capris. As I feared would eventually happen, today the hems of my too-long yoga pants actually slipped over my shoe and cost me a hold. That would be such an embarrassing way to kill oneself.

My hands are very scary right now, in a revenge of the curse of the son of the mummy's hand kind of way. I wonder if I'll ever have a full layer of skin on my palms again.

Now I have to scrub the chalk and sweat off and figure out what I'm wearing to the show tonight.