Great news all around. First, I'd like to mention that my story, "The Seminary", is now available for purchase with Rymfire books with their Heavy Metal Anthology.

It costs only $3.00, and so I urge you to please help support one young writer and buy yourself a copy. I doubt you'll be disappointed. My story is grouped in with a lot of other talented writers, so I hope you'll give it a try.

And to whet your appetite, here's synopsis for my story, The Seminary:

Alicia and Sammy had never heard of the Heavy Metal band The Seminary until they are there in the mosh pit, terrified they will not survive the band's Satanic hoard of elite fans...

In other news, last week I completed my first 50,000 word NaNoWriMo month. I must say that it was not easy, and at the same time, it wasn't that difficult. I fell behind at one point, but caught up fairly easily. I did not, however, finish the story that I was working on while doing NaNoWriMo; I am still presently working on it.

To write 50,000 words in 30 days, you have to write 1,666 words a day. That is a lot. Having had trouble writing in the past, this was a real lesson on how to create a sort of zen-like state of mind, where I clear all thoughts and say to myself, "Go. It's time to write." And off I'd go. I've decided to keep up at least 1,000 words a day, with one day off here or there, perhaps once a week, so I can ground myself in other things.

Well, I think that's it for now. I hope everyone reading this has a great week!

Coming soon: my top ten books read during 2009.

So. This year I've decided to do National Novel Writing Month, and although I'm half-way through it, I have to say that it most certainly can be a love, hate, love kind of thing. So, I'd like to point you to my old favorite band. Remember, this comes from like, ten years ago. I remember when this shit made my bowels turn to water (which, trust me, was once a good thing.). Currently, I am at 25,000 words. Not bad for a guy who typically writes so slow that even a snail could outpace him.

Check out this video from Alice in Chains: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l9jX1KAKp78

My NaNoWriMo handle is: darkfiction74

If you are interested, friend me. I could use the support. :)

I hope you enjoy the old Alice In Chains video. This comes from a long time ago, when AIC meant a lot to me. Looking at their lyrics now, I still see many similarities, witch is both frightening and enlightening.

Whatever your taste, I hope you enjoy!

Che Guevara: A Revolutionary Life by Jon Lee Anderson


My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I bought this book because I really had little to no idea who this guy was. I knew he was involved in the Cuban revolution, and that his face adorns thousands of T-shirts around the world, but that was it.

What really motivated me to finally sit down and read this book was something I saw in a Chinese restaurant about two or three months ago. I was sitting in the restaurant, waiting for my food when a twelve-year-old kid came in, wearing a Che Guevara shirt. I wondered if the kid even knew anything about the history or what that shirt entails. Was it simply a cool symbol of rebellion to him, as it is to thousands of others? To me, a kid wearing that shirt seemed rude, somehow. Ignorant. But these judgements I gave so easily only made me a hypocrite; I had no real knowledge myself.

Jon Lee Anderson's opus takes us on Che Guevara's adventurous life from birth up until his death in the Bolivian mountains. Exhaustively researched, the timeline is flawless, from what I can tell. But what makes this book, and Che's life, so interesting, is the man himself: Che Guevara.

As a Capitalist Imperialist myself, an individual Che would have enjoyed shooting, I never thought I'd admire a communist. But there is a lot to admire in Che. Up until his death, he was a man who stood by his word. He walked the walk and talked the talk. If he was going to be a communist in a role of leadership, he wasn't about to abuse that power and live in a palace. He lived amongst the people, and expected no less from others in positions of power.

There was also a lot to hate. Che was a man bent on using violence to create social change within the world. Although this theory may hold some truth, in my opinion, the things Che wanted to accomplish in his lifetime were just insane. I'm thinking, for those who've read this work, his goal of many Vietnam-like wars, of personally provoking World War III, and his want of a global Marxist/communist government, thereby eradicating democracy, or capitalist imperialism.

I live in country where I'm allowed to read what I want, and think for myself, so I'm glad these things never came to pass. My country's politics are very flawed, but so is communism, in my humble opinion. It is also my opinion that there's no government that can operate perfectly, but that is another topic. Che was, however, loved by many people. His very presence in history was enough to spark even my own affection, as he was a rare and most interesting individual.

I highly recommend reading this, especially to those who've either worn the shirt, or have wanted to, but know nothing about the actual man. And remember, it is much a more attractive character trait to educate yourself before making judgements.

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Darkly Dreaming Dexter by Jeff Lindsay


My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I'm a little worried that I find myself rooting for a serial killer. In fact, I want him to go hunting. I want to watch him kill. I suppose this means that I have my own Dark Passenger. Thankfully he's satisfied living vicariously through Dexter.

In Darkly Dreaming Dexter, we meet Dexter Morgan, a blood splatter expert working for the Miami police. He is also a serial killer who kills bad guys. He lives by the code of Harry, his foster father, and he loves killing under a full moon. When dead prostitutes, chopped into pieces and missing all their blood, begin to show up, Dexter literally salivates. This new killer is an artist, and one Dexter would love to meet and maybe even work with. But when the killer begins to leave personal messages for our delightfully twisted protagonist, Dexter has a big choice to make. Live by the code of Harry, or find another, perhaps more exciting, way.

Althogh I loved this book, there are some flaws. One that people seem to complain about most is: Everyone but Dexter, who is our first person narrator, seems flat and uninvolved. You could even say detached. There's good reason for this, though. Dexter, in his overly narcissistic way, keeps reminding us that he doesn't feel human. That he cannot understand or even identify with his fellow co-workers and sister. Since the story is told in the first person, it stands to reason that all other characters in the story will come across as flat because that's exactly how Dexter views them.

I came away from this book not feeling satisfied as Dexter might after a kill, but, like an alcoholic, craving so much more. I want to rush out to the book store and get the second one. It's just that entertaining for those with a dark passenger of their own.

Get it, read it, and decide for yourself.


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I am happy to announce that my story, The Seminary, will appear in the e-book anthologyHeavy Metal Horror. I am a lucky guy. My story will appear with 14 other very talented writers. Here's the list:

Spyder Collins
Tommy B. Smith
John Claude Smith
Carl R. Moore
Sharon M. White
Tim Groome
Corina Carlsing
Marc Ciccarone
Carine Engelbrecht
Jason White
A.R. Braun
Cal Cleary
Alexis Collazo
Daniel R. Robichaud
Vince D.

I'm looking forward to seeing the final product. I will bring more information as it becomes available to me.

The Red Tree by Caitlín R. Kiernan


My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Easily one of Caitlin R. Kiernan's best. Also, judging from what I have read of her blogs, possibly her most autobiographical.

When Sarah Crowe moves from Atlanta to a secluded farm house in New England, she finds a manuscript detailing the strange and sometimes horrifying events surrounding a large red oak tree on the property. Kiernan's mastery at playing with reality as Sarah takes her own journey into madness and the haunted woods surrounding her are top notch, showing her followers great maturity while introducing new readers to a fantastic imagination.

This book gave me the chills many differet times. Highly recommended prose from one of today's best, The Red Tree invokes the spirits of H.P. Lovecraft and Shirley Jackson. Buy this book, read it, and you'll see what I mean.


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On the fifteenth of this month, I will have gone six months without a cigarette. Six whole months! If I go a week beyond that, then I've broken all records. I feel like Sam from Lord of the Rings when he made it to the outskirts of the Shire and stops to tell Frodo that if he takes one more step, he'll have gone farther than he ever has before.

There are, however, some drawbacks that have come with this quit. One of the biggest ones is that I've gained a lot of weight. About 15 to 20 pounds that I cannot work off no matter how much I exercise. But then, this brings up another addiction of mine. I love to eat. And I have not made any attempts to eat less or healthier things. I plan to, but that's another story.

The second drawback is the biggest and, perhaps, the worst. It's the dreams, and hence the reason why I'm writing this. First, let me explain that this has been one of the easiest times I've ever had with quitting smoking. Even the time when I made it to six months, about ten years ago or more, I struggled almost every day. But this time, I rarely ever have cravings. I've always heard it said that if it is your time to quit, then you will quit. So, maybe this is my time.

Yet, when I dream, it is another story. Completely.

It began around the first month or two being smoke free. I had a dream that I was smoking a cigarette, and had been smoking about two a day. I remembered thinking in the dream that the habit was creeping back into my life, and if I didn't watch out, or show some self-restraint, I'd be a full-time smoker again. A week or so after that dream, I had a similar one. And then again the week after that.

Today, it's more rare for me not to have that dream. Every night I dream that I'm craving cigarettes, so I smoke with the realization that the habit is creeping back into my life again. I always feel that it's reality too, and not just a dream, and I'm always slightly surprised when I wake up. When I do wake up, the cravings go away and I'm once again fine.

It's almost like I'm living two lives here. The real one and the dreaming one, where I return to my role as either non-smoker or smoker, whichever the case may be. And its definitely as though my psyche is playing a good mind-fuck with me.

Lovely little psyche that I have. No wonder I write horror stories...

Necropath: Book One of the Bengal Station Trilogy by Eric Brown


My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Because I'm slightly obsessive, I researched a lot of different sites where people can write a review about books. I did this because the reviews here about Necropath were somewhat negative. I found that overall, most people at these other sites, Amazon, Chapters, etc, do not like this book much either.

I am confused as to why this is.

Necropath is a good book. It is not only good, it's close to great. What keeps it from being great are a few flaws here and there, but otherwise, Necropath has all the ingredients that make the reading experience such a pleasure to my eyes. It has flawed, complicated characters, it has a solid and very interesting plot. It is also a hard-boiled, noir-like detective story within a science fiction setting.

Either people are just too picky, or they're confused. I don't know, but I recommend this book to anyone who enjoys any of the things I described in the paragraph above. Maybe try reading it with an open mind

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Hey folks. Look at me, I'm posting a blog exactly one week since the last one. What's wrong you may ask. Nothing. Nothing at all. I just wanted to point my finger. At YOU!

My story "Angel's Game" is now up at The Daily Tourniquet. Please give it a read, if you feel so inclined. As always, feel free to post a comment, either here or in the space provided just after my story.

Angel's game is an older story. It's short, only 850 words long. I remember wanting to write a piece of flash fiction that would haunt the reader long after they were finished reading it. I only hope that I've succeeded in some small way.

Thank you.

Television shows like American Idol and America's Got Talent make me want to vomit blood. I'm not sure why I feel like opening with this, but I do. I mean, these types of "reality" shows are interesting to watch because they show humanity for exactly what it is capable of becoming. With this last statement, I'm thinking of shows like Survivor and Big Brother. Talk about bringing out the mean in people! I hate American Idol and America's Got Talent for different reasons, and don't get me wrong, I sometimes watch these shows, especially the Survivor and Big Brother type, just so I can get a good dose of humanity. But American Idol tries to sell false hope. It sells the idea that things will be better if you become some new American God for the masses to worship. The problem with this is that nobody will worship if you you happen to win one of these contests. The only worship you will get is if you happen to become a contestant and the precious time you actually spend on any one of these shows, while people phone or text in to vote for you.

Mostly my problem lies with American Idol. If you do some research, you will find that most American/Canadian/Australian Idols only make one or two albums after winning their precious crown. They then fade from public view, forgotten and ignored.

It is my belief that reality shows like So you think You Can Dance are more realistic. Dancers at least know where they are going and what their options are.

I think there may be a story somewhere in all the depravity of all this. It's turning in my head and has been for a while, but I am yet unsure of what it is. I suppose I'll have to take some more time to think about it, come up with characters and whatnot.

If you like shows like American Idol, then I apologize. I just felt the need to vomit blood for a bit. Hope you don't mind. And just so you know, I am not against anyone's taste in music or television. I'm just against the way we treat each other as fellow humans.

On a positive note, I must say that I've achieved one of my own dreams. And that is to see one of my stories published in a print magazine. In one year, if everything goes as planned, my story, "Chemical Burn", will appear in Title Goes here Magazine. This makes me very proud as a writer. It makes me proud because it has taken me many years to reach this point. I only hope that Title Goes Here will last that long. I'm not pessimistic. More like realistic. The magazine is brand new, pays only in contributor's copies, and has yet to release its first issue. If all goes as planned, my story will appear in the forth issue. I hope some of you will check out their website and buy a copy when their first issue is released.

It is my belief that writers are like dancers. Perhaps not in the beginning stages of our careers--hell, I still want to be Stephen King--but once you've learned a thing or two about the publishing business, you begin to realize that most writers don't make money. And in fact, most writers write and publish stories for the pure joy and love of creating something that did not exist before they started tampering.

It is the same with me.

On a third note, I haven't blogged in a while because of a new puppy Jen and I have decided to take into our care; a boxer, who goes by the name of Bosco. He is hell on wheels, or paws, whichever you choose. Here is a picture:



Although a hellion, he is also a sweet dog with a good soul. This week we learned that he has a terrible virus. Parvo. But I don't think that this case is serious. He still likes to jump and bug the other dogs. He still likes to keep us awake during the day (remember, both Jen and I work nights.). He is hyper as any puppy I've ever known, and our vet says that this is a great sign.

I hope to have many years with Bosco by my side. He is an intersting addition to the pack, and I love him with all my heart already.


That's all for now. I hope everyone reading this has a great weekend!

My short story, "Lake of Gods", is now up at the Daily Tourniquet. It's free to read, and you can do so by clicking here.

I wrote this story a couple of months after Sephera Giron's wedding. I had such a great time at the wedding, but it was the town where it took place that inspired me. Port Credit is such a beautiful town I had to see if I could corrupt it somehow. This was the result.

Some good news waiting for me in my inbox today.

The Daily Tourniquet is a new on line magazine. They will offer a new short story every day starting at the beginning of June. My story, "Lake of Gods", will appear there around June 22. I will keep you posted as to any changes.

I suggest checking out The Daily Tourniquet site as well. Judging by the art on their front page, I think it's gonna be a good one. I only hope that my story adds to its success.

Long time no post again. I remember when I posted at least once a week. I'm getting lazier and lazier. But there isn't much new to report. Everything is the same, only small changes.

I've gone without a cigarette for two and a half months now. And I haven't even cheated. It is much easier to quit today than it was earlier on in my life. It helps that Jen doesn't smoke. I've always gone out with chicks who smoked, and that made it very difficult to quit. It's also easier because most of my friends and the people I work with don't smoke. The ones who do are polite enough not to blow smoke my way, unlike the way it used to be. I remember trying to quit in my early twenties, and all my smoking friends would blow smoke in my face, hold cigarettes up to my face and say, "Come on, you know you want one."

The pricks!

Oh well. Most of those people are gone, having moved away, gotten married and have had kids. And I bet they're still smoking.

This is has been an interesting week.

As I've mentioned before, I am the crew chief of the building where I work. I got this promotion almost a year ago. I got the promotion because the former crew chief had found another, better job. With my new responsibilities came a new employee. And if I ever hated my boss's decision to promote me, it was because of him.

I won't go into any specifics, for legal reasons, but you can rest assured that this individual was very rarely a pleasant person to be around. Yet I, new to management, and perhaps a little too naive, I tried to guide him, to help him grow as a person.

It didn't work.

Let me say that as crew chief, I do not hold the power to fire anyone, but the individual in question was fired this week, and with very good reasons. He was fired by the main boss, but who did he decide to attack for this fair and correct act of termination regarding his employment? Of course. It was me.

As I said, I won't go into details, for legal reasons, but I did call the cops at one point. Hopefully by now the situation has resolved itself. If not, I will go bald, I swear. Before I was promoted, I only had 1 grey hair in my goatee. Only 1. Now I have many.

The miracle is that I am still smoke free! Which is an incredible thing to say, I assure you. It's been almost four full weeks now.

There's not much to report on the writing front. Rejections, rejections, rejections. The typical. Hopefully the Gods of literature will soon smile upon my sorry soul, and let me be the biggest thing since ... um, I don't know, Stephen King? J. K. Rowling? Now that would be nice! :)

Tonight I feel relaxed and calm. The first in many days. It is much needed, though. I can breathe deeper than I could a month ago and I am still alive. No bones broken, no flesh wounds. So I look to tomorrow, as I do everyday, knowing the sun will eventually find its way through the dark and formidable clouds.

And, hey, there's always beer!

Although I've been busy as usual, there's not much more to add. Other than one thing. I've decided to quit smoking.

Last night was my last cigarette, and I've gone nearly twelve hours now. I've been here before, tried almost everything, and failed every time. This time, however, I've decided to go with the nicotine patch. So far, it kicks ass.

But to be honest with you, this is almost like someone has died, without all the sorrow and grief. Every once in a while, I think: I'll go and do this, then I'll have a cigarette. Then I remember that I've quit, and my heart sinks a little.

For me, the battle will be more psychological than physical. I can handle the withdrawals. It's the sneak ambush attacks that my brain has in store for me in the future, the same of which has always made me fail in the past.

Despite this, everything is going well. I'm moving along in the rewrites of my novel, and I'm hoping to be done within six months. I had a few draw backs, though. I had to take a week off, because Jen, my girlfriend of four years, has finally moved in with me. So I had to help her move all her stuff in.

So, I guess there was more new stuff than I had thought. Oh well, until next time...

I'd like to thank everyone who voted for me on the Editors and Predators 2008 voting poll. My story, "House of Coal", tied in the 13th spot. Which isn't so bad!

I've been very quiet lately. My last post being sometime in the middle of January, nearly an entire month, if not so! As usual, I've been busy. The apex of apex kind of busy!

Nothing much new to report for it all, either. I've gotten rejection after rejection on the writing front. But, silly fool that I am, I am still keeping my head held up high.

One rejection was from a literary agent regarding my novel. It was the most positive rejection I think I've ever gotten. As a result, I've ordered a book from Amazon that said agent recommended to me, and I've been reading it and taking notes. It's full of information that should have been obvious, but for one reason or another, was not. Hopefully it will help me become the next Stephen King!

Ah...such dreams...

Until next time.

While surfing the net and reading blogs (thank you Natalie) I came across the Predators and Editors poll for best new fiction of 2008. Two of my stories are there for voting if you are interested. They are House of Coal and The Serpent's Son. Remember, these stories were published under that old pen name of mine, Joseph Plaxton. If you do think I'm good enough to vote for, you can do so by clicking here, and then scrolling down to find either story. Stories are listed in alphabetical order by story.

And thank you, even if you don't vote!

This week has been hell. Pure, 100% HELL!

Just like Christmas time should be.

I finally got all the Christmas shopping done, and this year only a mere few inches away from total blood shed. I have learned at this time of year that Hell can truly be found at the mall. Or at Wal-Mart. Whatever you prefer.

Some good things did come out of all this adventure, though. As mentioned above, I am finally done all my Christmas shopping. As such, I also got my tattoo this past weekend. I am really proud of it, and thank Andrew Batten, the tattoo artist, for his totally awesome work.

Here's a picture:


I would also like to thank Jen, for putting some money towards this awesome tattoo as part of my Christmas gift. And to add to the tattoo's inscription, I'd like to say that WINTER IS HERE! It has snowed here nearly every day since last Friday, and we are nearly buried!

And before I go, I hope that everyone reading this is having a wonderful Festival of Lights, or Holiday season, or a very merry Christmas.

I love reading. I have loved it for a very long time. If I, for some terrible reason, wasn't able to read, I think I'd wither away and die. And as a lover of reading, and also somewhat neurotic, I keep a list of all the books I read. The list goes from October 10th of the present year to Oct 10th of the next. October 10th is my New Year! After I complete a year, I used to enjoy reading through that list, fondly remembering all the books I enjoyed, hated, and forgot I had even read.

Go ahead. Call me a geek. I know you want to.

I didn't start the top ten list until I started blogging, really. I thought it would be fun to list my favorite reads of the year. As such, presented below is the top ten, 2008 reading list.*

As I mentioned in yesterdays blog post, I surpassed my goal of fifty books read in one year by three. Because I read so much awesome stuff this year, this list was both easy and difficult to create. Even now, as I'm typing this, I'm making slight revisions to the list.

But I think that I am now finished. Of course, if you asked me again tomorrow, I'd probably still make a few changes...lol. They are listed as 1 - 10. Number one being the one I enjoyed the most.

Top Ten books read in 2008:

1. A Game of Thrones by George R. R. Martin.

I would like to add this entire series, "A song of Ice and Fire", to the number one spot. These books are brutal. They are populated with such a large cast of realistic characters I have to wonder how Martin keeps track of them all. Seriously, if you're into fantasy and have not yet read this series, then what are you waiting for? I mean, really! Although not yet finished, with an HBO series on the way, you are missing out on a modern masterpiece.

2. Assassin's Apprentice by Robin Hobb.

Another excellent series by another wonderfully talented writer. Again, this series, "The Farseer Trilogy", is populated with very realistic, very flawed characters. The writing is descriptive and almost poetic. Very much recommended fantasy reading.

3. Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood.

I had planned on reading this book since it was released, about five or six years ago--if not more. Finally, I got into it this year, and was not disappointed. Atwood's dark vision is within is reminiscent of "The Handmaid's Tale". Very twisted, shocking, and, for people like me, fun to read.

4. The Keeper by Sarah Langan.

I'd like to also add Langan's second book, "The Missing", to the number four spot, as it is somewhat tied to this one. Both books are very creepy, almost gothic in their poetry. Books like these are what makes me think that the horror genre can be saved, if it needs saving at all. Read these books, and you will see what I mean.

5. Perdido Street Station by China Mieville.

One of the strangest, most fascinating books I've ever read. The imagination it would take to create such a world as Mieville has here is both stunning and frightening. Highly recommended to those who are brave enough to enter this genre-crossing masterpiece. Myself, I can't wait to read more from this man.

6. Axis by Robert Charles Wilson:

I'm pretty sure that the first book to this trilogy, "Spin", made it to number one in my last year's top ten. Although this second book is also great, it did not hold the mind-tingling awe that the first one did. I am very much looking forward to reading the third, whenever it is published.

7. Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides:

A literary romp into the life of a hermaphrodite and his greek heritage. This book had me snared from the beginning, but then it has one of the greatest first sentences ever written: "I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January of 1960; and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974."

8. The Name of the Wind by Patric Rothfuss:

This book was a lot of fun to read. It sometimes gets a little too sentimental, but otherwise it is very much recommended. I can't wait to read the second volume when it hits the shelves next year!

9. The Jigsaw Man by Gord Rollo:

This book is one heck of a roller coaster ride. Sure, some of the horrific scenes are difficult to believe, but Rollo manages to make it all believable while you are reading it. I had to keep wondering what would happen next? Thankfully, Rollo never once disappointed me.

10. Heart-Shaped Box by Joe Hill:

This is another roller coaster ride into the deepest, darkest corners of the mind. A ghost story, to be sure, but one unlike any you've read before. The story follows a retired rock star who collects "questionable" things. When he comes across a ghost for sale on the Internet, he cannot resist. What he gets, however, is something much much more frightening and takes him across the country in a race for his very life.

There you have it. The top ten books I have read in 2008. I hope you enjoyed it, and that it has even given you some ideas on what to read next.



*Note: Many of these books were not published in 2008. I have a very large reading list, over a hundred books, and I don't have the time to limit my reading to books published in any given year.

So, I haven't posted anything in at least a month. There's no reason for this, really. I just haven't felt like blogging.

I have been busy, though. With Christmas coming up and working seven days a week, extra time has become somewhat slim. This coming week, however, will be the climax of busy weeks. Doctors appointments, Christmas Lunches to attend, Christmas shopping. Oh, and a tattoo that I'm getting on my shoulder this coming Friday. Keep posted for pictures!

Also this week, probably tomorrow, I shall publish here my favorite books read from October 2007 to October 2008. I made my goal this year, and read 53 books (the goal being 50 books). This was the year of the "fat fantasy series". It was a lot of fun, and I look forward to posting the list.

Until then,

Cheers!

As the sun heads south, I find myself working seven days a week. Been doing so for almost a month now. I don't mind it, actually, as it's much better than having that second job I had over a year ago. It also pays fairly well, but regarding that, there's still a few kinks I need to work out. But that is another topic entirely.

As usual, not much has been happening on the writing front. I still have around 10 stories out in submission, still have my partial novel out with that agent--and still no word back on that. This is the one thing I don't like about writing and the business of writing. All the waiting. It can be frustrating.

Today I am feeling relaxed, good. Tired, but good. Hopeful.

I've been watching a few new television shows of late. HBO can be a wonderful thing when they're not axing their shows far too early. True Blood has kept my attention from its beginning, and I'm glad to learn that they've been picked up for a second season. Also, I've read here on the Internet that George R. R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire series has been optioned to HBO. With any luck, this will come to be. I trust HBO to be faithful to the books, but I do not trust them in keeping the series going much past season three or four. Deadwood comes to mind.

But I'll keep my fingers crossed. If all goes through, it shall make for some awesome television. I've never been a big fan of prime time television, and I now lean on HBO and Showcase for better quality, perhaps even more realistic, viewing. And just recently, with HBO coming to Canada on our own movie network, I've discovered an older jewel. Oz.

Oz is a show that my friends were all raving about nearly ten years ago, but I never watched. I've also read blogs about it in the last couple of years, people raving about the show everywhere it seems. I've always wanted to give it a try, but only recently delved into that sort of realm. You may be able to understand my hesitant state. Prison sex is the scariest thing on the planet, after all...LOL

Well, time for me to go mince words before heading off to work. I hope everyone has a great weekend!