Author: SGJ
This week’s Mongrels roundup, brought to you by the waning battery of my ever-unreliant iPhone, and with a catch-up list provided by last week’s roundup, stairstep-style:
And? To start out, we get to go back to the dogs. Always the dogs. Thanks, Chip:
And then for a coffee break, a mere thirty minutes before lunch:
And, I think Mongrels got to be WITH a John Foster book a cy…
Of flash fiction, anyway. Just stumbled on this—I forget who it was for (maybe Christopher Rosales, the editor? maybe myself-only?), but I know what it was for: States of Grace. The little pocket-sized book I still can hardly believe I was lucky enough to get published. Not e-, not even on Amazon, I don’t think. And right after it was all set in stone, I started kicking out more of these short-shorts, of course. Because they’re maybe my favorite form of all. I should …
Thanks to Xach Fromson for the headsup on this:
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Was just tweeting about it a few weeks ago, with even the same pic:
Y’know, all these years and films later, Flatliners is still one of the scarier moviegoing nights I’ve had pic.twitter.com/2SdAHdGjXF
— Stephen Graham Jones (@SGJ72) June 23, 2016
Thinking now I should maybe tweet about . . . I don’t know: Intruder? Popcorn? Some of the ones that usually don’t get remake/re-imagining considera…
Some cool stuff showing up now and again. Here’s three — first couple from Jordan Dyke:
Then me, mid-transformation, from Joe Sherry:
And Anne Barnetson:
And? Chances are I’ve forgot something, someone, some perfect thing. Let me know, I’ll sneak it onto this page. Like this, a recent one from Jolyon Yates. I give you . . . The Lone Changer:
Put a line there to show that this is the new space down here. Just a blurry zoom-in from a snap somebody took at The Last Bo
…So cool, watching The Elvis Room come alive these past few months, thanks to one Andrew Schwarz. I’ve seen rough cuts, and hope to see it on a big screen somewhere in its film-fest run (starting with Fantasia). Thanks to Andrew Schwarz for making it happen. Here’s some stills:
Pictured, that’s: Keir Gilchrist, Corbin Bernson, Bailey Noble, Spencer Locke.
Also pictured: the Manor Hotel.
Not pictured in that last still: me, down that hall to Bailey Locke&
…Or, I can’t deny that I read this like eighty-nine times in the wide-open years before ever setting werewolf pen to werewolf paper:
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If you’re just coming to this at #13, here, then, welp, there’s some clicking-back, if you’re interested—lots of masks and pets and Mongrels:
First and favorite—this doesn’t even really involve Mongrels, except insofar as Scooby-Doo is so deep in my heart it could never be extracted, and my heart’s also where Mongrels comes from:
That’s at the top of this thread on fb (also…
You usually get either three, seven, ten, or twelve installments of a thing, don’t you? Here we are already at twelve somehow. Also almost at twelve? The clock I’m under right now. A scheduled lunch. So, instead of stacking a big series of wolfy images up as links to the previous iterations of this—I actually just said “iteration” in the same paragraph as “installment,” which I’d never realized a personal goal until right thi…
In a movie where each scene is cooler and more iconic than the last, this one maybe rises to the top:
Hey there, Little Red Riding Hood. It’s #WerewolfWednesday, so give your Big Bad Wolf a kiss. pic.twitter.com/0CFGg3PhDp
— Lykanos Wulfheart (@Lykanos_Wulf) June 23, 2016
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