Interview: THE TALKATIVE CORPSE, THE BIG CLICK, Frank Marcopolos, and screw-top wine

Frank interviews me for his humorous yet informative series of literary podcasts. We discuss suicidal impulses and the new publishing industry, squid literacy, passion vs postmodernism in the use of metafictional devices, the surrrealness of being sober, and bizarre suburban mallscapes.

http://frankmarcopolos.com/archives/2570

Well, I didn't remind you.

Long story. But anyway, YOU ARE LISTENING is now up on THE BIG CLICK ZINE,

http://www.thebigclickmag.com/

It's free to read my story, but I suggest you give them some money. They don't ask for much, they're fighting the good fight, and... heheh... they gave ME some money.

XOXO

Ann

Oh, but on the bright side!

My latest slice o' fictional/dystopian misery is about the be immortalized in The Big Click webzine! Which is full of great shit if you like a depressing/crime related read. For those who are somehow unaware (and many seem to be, since the only things on Amazon that sell worse than my books are freeze-dried slug vomit and illegal exotic pet corpses), I do write fiction. And having people read it is one of those things that pops my brain with enough endorphins to make things seem OK for a little while. Though not long enough for me to get preggers, don't you worry. Ohhhh no. Anyway, reading this will cost ya little to nothing, so what do you have to lose? Besides what's left of your innocence, my child. Of course.


http://www.thebigclickmag.com/


And yes, it will be a week or so before my story actually goes live, and yes, damn sure I will remind you.

Why I vacillate between philanthropic and misanthropic antinatalism

I guess most people at least suppose they're doing the best they can as the creatures that they are. Coping the best they can. Stumbling along, flawed and suffering. Lettin' off steam when they can't take it anymore. Or they honestly think might really does makes right because, you know, it rhymes.

But I can't stop staring at the image of this brutalized turtle.

http://americablog.com/2013/06/turtle-beaten-to-death-golf-club-wisconsin.html?fb_action_ids=10151675402987904&fb_action_types=og.likes&fb_source=aggregation&fb_aggregation_id=288381481237582

I really don't know what we need horror films full of monsters and aliens for. Mirrors entail a far lower production cost.

It's been pointed out to me that adorable, furry cats play rather horribly with the lives of mice, which domesticated cats kill even when they aren't hungry. But are they ever quite this wantonly vicious? I've heard female chimpanzees will kill and eat rivals' young; it seems evolution took a really sick turn somewhere on the primate family tree and it's never looked back. Not that the pleasures of civilization don't delight me, but it really isn't worth all this. Those are only palliative joys. And what relief do the props used in frog baseball get? Death.

At least the turtle is finished suffering now. Not that someone somewhere isn't beating an orangutan who wandered into a palm oil harvest, or beating a puppy, or throwing a sack of kittens into a rottweiler fight.