Why is my blog called Inhuman Swill? Because you can unscramble the pieces to make William Shunn.
I'm very excited to be part of the second Taboo Tales event in New York City on Monday, October 10th. Taboo Tales is the long-running show from Los Angeles where people tell stories about their fucked-up lives. Come out and see us at The PIT on Monday and I guarantee you'll feel better about yourself.
Now, I'll let Taboo Tales tell you more...
We've learned New Yorkers are pretty fucked up so we're putting on our second show on October 10th. It's Columbus Day so tell all your friends to come out and discover this one of a kind storytelling show where we talk about topics no one wants to discuss in public.
Our BRAVE storytellers for this show will be:
Hosted by Vanessa Golenia and Kejal Macdonald
Happening at the PIT theater (24th and Lex)
7pm. Arrive by 6:30pm.
Save some money and get your tickets in advance!
$10 online tickets // $13 at the door
Want to see how much fun we had at the last one? Say no more. Check our event photos.
SEE YOU THERE!
rip'd open and crush'd on the
subway floor. Tragic.
for the kid in all of us
Though it is widely known among our circle of friends that Laura and I were married on television, few are they who have actually seen the episode of the obscure series in question.
Yes, we appeared in an episode of the Travel Channel series Two for Las Vegas which aired early in 2002. Yes, the episode ran several times that year. No, you can't see it now because Laura has always vetoed my requests for permission to post the episode to YouTube.
Except that today, on the occasion of our fifteenth wedding anniversary, egged on by numerous voices on Facebook, Laura relented. So now you can watch this lost classic of the small screen. You'll laugh, you'll cry, it'll become a part of you.
But hurry because she might change her mind any moment now.
Today, I have the remarkable good fortune of still feeling that way. Thank you, Laura, for fifteen-plus years of adventure, challenge, joy, surprise, growth, puppy snorgles, forgetting important dates, and never being bored.
I love you, Laura.
(I think this is the part where Laura would want me to tell the NPR listening audience, "She could be a real bitch sometimes." Oh, wait, I was supposed to save that for your eulogy? My bad.)
Help support one of the very best writing programs in the speculative fiction field!
The Clarion West Writers Workshop kicks off its summer session for 2016 in Seattle this week, bringing students from around the world together with accomplished professionals in the field for an intensive six-week workshop in science fiction and fantasy writing.
Clarion West (together with the original Clarion Workshop on which it was modeled) does important work in the field, giving new writers the technical and critical tools they need to succeed commercially and artistically. I know. I attended Clarion in 1985, and it's no exaggeration to say the experience changed my life.
But Clarion West can't do what it does without community support. How can you help? Every year the Clarion West Write-A-Thon runs concurrently with the workshop itself, encouraging participating writers to set and pursue their own summer writing agendas. My goal is a modest 1,000 words a week for the duration of the Write-A-Thon, which you can support by sponsoring me here:
Of course, there are many other writers participating besides me. If you'd prefer to sponsor one of them, instead of or in addition to me, please feel free! Or you can participate directly by signing up for the Write-A-Thon and finding your own sponsors.
As an added bonus, if you're in or near New York City, I will be leading a weekly Write-A-Thon meetup at New York City Bagel & Coffee House in Astoria, Queens. Click here for more details.
But however you choose to help Clarion West, please do it now! Every little bit helps.
Be it also known that my coronation shall take place at exactly 10:57 am EDT (9:57 am CDT), after which time I shall issue three royal decrees of utmost urgency and aptness, one per minute, decrees which my subjects-to-be disregard at their peril.
Be it further known that after three glorious minutes shall my work as monarch be complete, and at precisely 11:00 am EDT (10:00 am CDT) shall I humbly abdicate my throne, stepping aside to permit another to rule Sensible Castle in my stead.
Be it finally and forever known that all and sundry are encouraged to observe and bear witness to my deathless yet brief reign at whoisthekingrightnow.com, at which site shall my royal decrees be made known and propagated around the globe.
Barry Goldblatt is my friend and literary agent. He also happens to be literary agent to actor/comedian/author Michael Ian Black, with whom you may be familiar. This past November, Barry took a small group of usme, Laura, and Colleen AF Venableto see the taping of Michael's new standup comedy special at John Jay College in Manhattan.
Now, this happened to be the very next day after my book release party for The Accidental Terrorist, so 1) I was still on a pretty big high, and 2) the comedy outing felt almost like a continuation of the party from the night before.
As the line of showgoers entered the auditorium, a woman we called the Sorting Hat directed each little group to the exact row where she wanted them to sit. "Are you big fans of Michael Ian Black?" she would ask, before sending the young and attractive college students to the front of the house and the rest of us to the anonymous back middle. She needed the audience to look good and enthusiastic on TV.
Rocket trip to Andromeda. Space constrains.
"Trash" exploded across the online Mormon world last week, causing the faithful to recoil and apostates to jump up and down in a fever. Glenn is the lead singer of Provo's Neon Trees. A lifelong member of the LDS Church, he made headlines two years ago by coming out as gay in the pages of Rolling Stone. He still believed, thoughuntil six months ago, that is, when the church issued draconian new guidelines for the ecclesiastical treatment of children of same-sex couples.
Now comes "Trash," a video in which Tyler Glenn drinks liquor from the bottle, spits on a defaced portrait of Joseph Smith, enacts all four of the secret handshakes from the temple endowment ceremony, draws a red X on his face, and ultimately crumples amidst a blizzard of printed pages possibly meant to represent Mormon scripture.