Werewolves Out in the World, Part XV

Thinking I should have been somehow tagging these snapshots through all fourteen other iterations of this. That way I could re-index, put, say, all the Litsy ones in a gallery, all the “with pets”-ones somewhere, all the “act-of-reading” or whatever ones in another place. Categories are starting to emerge, I mean. Check the out, they’re kind of straining to self-classify:

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One category that keeps happening is the action-figure ones, which I so dig:

 

 

And the chain bookstores are still keeping Mongrels front & center:

 

 

And, when you wear a cool jacket, it kind of just behooves you to carry an axe, so far as I know:

 

 

Ha, excellent, thank you, Briana:

 

 

Yes, yes I am jealous:

 

 

Another burgeoning category: I now get tagged in all things werewolf. Which is pretty much the dream come true:

 

[ link to that one here ]

 

Hoping Liza dug it:

 

 

Was just watching videos of redback spiders eating killer snakes in Australia. Happy to be there (and apologies—I seem to have not fit the name of whoever posted this in here. and I usually at least try to do that. but now I have no idea how to find it again . . .):

 

 

This definitely NEEDS to be the new category:

 

 

Can’t quite put my finger on it, but there’s something I like about this table . . . 

 

 

And here’s a small sample of the UCR faculty’s books, as posed in Rancho Mirage:

 

 

Any of y’all want this video (capped below), the whole page of them’s here.

 

 

And? I likely don’t ever start writing the kind of fiction I try to write if I’m not reading Ellen Datlow’s short fiction selections for OMNI, back when. Meaning: this means everything:

 

 

More from the “with actions figure”-category (sub-category “very small action figures, that probably don’t see much action and are really kind of just like figurines, or key fobs”):

 

 

 

Man, guess I need to look up this Version Control. Always needing good reading, and this strange and alien human “Radical Edward,” who’s not at all mentioned in the back of Mongrels, seems to have exquisite taste:

 

 

Yellow book, barking around in what looks to be a B&N:

 

 

I so so so need to listen to this (just? the only one of my audio novels I ever actually listened to is Zombie Bake-Off—they did such a good job with that one. it’s always so terrifying to me, for some reason. also, it’s weird. as probably it should be?)

 

 

Thank you thank you thank you:

 

 

I don’t drink beer, but maybe that’s because I never knew there was a beer named “Terminator.” Man. And, very cool to be on JRJ’s digital dshelf. We each have short films debuting at Fantasia right now, too. And, if you haven’t read his Skullcrack City, then it’s nigh time to get to a bookstore and remedy that.

 

 

Also, check out amazing artist of many hats there, Nick Gucker.

And, checking back in with Briana (which would be another cool category):

 

 

That is kind of what I think, yep.

And here’s Thomas Old Heuvelt with a werewolf in . . . what I’m guessing are Florida waters, maybe? And, speaking of what you may and may not have read: HEX. It’s essential. It’s terrifying. It’s necessary.

 

 

Then here’s Thomas and me yukking it up in Fort Collins:

 

 

 

I agree: the design for Mongrels is pretty amazing. Or: it’s pretty, and it’s amazing:

 

 

And? Without my then-editor Kelly O’Connor telling me a thing or three about pantyhose, I don’t even know for sure if this line happens:

 

 

 

Another for the “link SGJ to all things wolf”-category. Also: I don’t at all dig wine. But I could maybe learn, with this on the label.

 

 

And, yes, french fries. Specifically, steak fries. This makes me hungry. And happy:

 

 

First four words there? They pretty much make my day:

 

 

And, I’ll sign off with Paul Tremblay, from a fancy hotel lobby in LA this weekend:

He’s wearing a Princess Bride shirt, I’m in Die Hard, meaning: nobody else in that lobby can even be half as cool as we are, or, at least as we feel like we are (for me and Paul posed nearly the exact same in the exact same town two years before this, check here).