Sunday, November 22, 2009

How They Find Me: November 2009 Edition

I don't get many funny search terms any more, just the same ones repeated ad nauseam. (Apparently Google thinks I'm a leading expert on tequila.) The days of people endlessly searching my site for groin mustard and naked Hitler groin massages seem to have gone the way of the dodo.

Alas.

But tonight I found out that one of my posts got Dugg (only twice, but hey, that's doubly amazing to me), and that prompted me to check my search terms out of cycle. And when I did so, I found this:


Most of it's pretty typical of my month-to-month results. There's two things I want to point out to you here, though.

First, someone's coming here to find out what suyapi means. I guess it's as good a place as any, but I don't think you'll find the answer here. You really have to experience suyapi.

Second, and more importantly, a Carl Sagan quote is tied for #1 most visits to my site. That's fucking awesome.

P.S. Groin mustard guy? Where are you? I'm worried about you. Let's talk.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Immature Taco is Immature

PHONE: Ring ring.

TACO: Hello?

KR4STER: Hey man.

TACO & KR4STER: Blah blah blah.

TACO: So I picked up the demo for Wet. It's fucking awesome. It's like being in a John Woo movie.

KR4STER:
Download now? Yes.

TACO: Cool, are you getting Wet?

KR4STER: ...

TACO: rofl

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Just nod if you can hear me.

WIFEZILLA: Hey, I've got an idea.

TACO: Well, be nice to it. It's got to be lonely.

WIFEZILLA: <_<

TACO: >_>

WIFEZILLA: <_<

TACO: >_>

WIFEZILLA: All right, that was pretty good.

TACO: Yay!

Monday, November 16, 2009

Enjoy Buffy and the Vampires.

My mom gave me a check for my birthday last night. I anticipated the parental check and asked everybody else for money this year for my birthday. The proceeds thereof got me the collected set of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer series on DVD. I called my mom tonight to tell her that she bought me the Buffy DVD set for my birthday. There followed a 45-minute-long conversation about this and that after which my mother told me that she hoped I enjoyed "Buffy and the vampires."

My mom is adorable and awesome.

I follow the blogs of several of my favorite authors. One in particular I particularly obsess over. I think she's absolutely amazing, and I readily admit that she's far smarter than I am. She tends to rail on against her writing being categorized, though, and that's always a huge letdown for me.

I'm setting aside and ignoring the morons who defy categorization because they want to establish a false mystique. She's awesome, and beyond that kind of crap. And yes, I'm well aware that there's a stigma against "genre fiction." I still think the attitude is bullshit and disappointing.

We as human beings categorize things. It's part of our nature. It helps us to deal with things intellectually, and it's not going to stop. And it's beneficial to you. If I want to recommend you to a friend, I'm far more likely to be successful if I can relate you to something that they can understand. Categorizing things is a great way to put them in the general ballpark.

Yes. I'm well aware that categories almost always fall short. So is my audience. So they know I'm just giving them the high points.

Yes. I'm well aware that there occasionally erupts something new that doesn't fit an existing genre. Know what we do then? We define a new genre by your work. Know what else? You're probably not actually a new genre.

God, I hate this self-aggrandizing bullshit. Someone called you horror. But you want to be called Weird Fiction. Shut the fuck up and let people convince other people to buy your shit.

Why must people be so self-defeatingly contrary? And yes, I'm also well aware of the irony of that question.

Off to #2.

Magazine #2. Not bodily waste elimination function #2. You're gross.

Just got back from mailing my story in to Fantasy & Science Fiction. They reject really quickly, so hopefully I'll be able to mail it out to Asimov's by sometime next week.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

It sounded less disgusting in my head.

Pot roast + vodka + chocolate birthday cake + burp smells a lot like Indian food.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Ever notice...

...how the most embarrassing experiences become your favorite memories?

Weird.