Speaking of online literary journals getting an injection of badass - I've had my eye on Fried Chicken and Coffee for a bit now. Dunno when I could submit something, but I'd like to. (I will have a hardboiled sci-fi piece up at Beat to a Pulp in a week or two, so there's that.) And I believe that none other than Scott Wolven will be doing some fiction editing over at The New Guard, so if you feel your oats enough to risk rejection by the very best, I'd check that out.
So, then. Friday night, Kinky Friedman is playing in St. Louis and it's a mere all the money I have in the world to go see him. Reaaalllly thinking about it, though. Jeez, the Kinkster this week and Steve Earle in a couple more? What's next, a Charlie Louvin and Benjamin Whitmer tour stop? I wouldn't complain.
Over at Ransom Notes, I'm talking Greg Rucka and Matthew Southworth's Stumptown and Rob Guillory and John Layman's Chew - both of which I was exposed to through the noble and altruistic efforts of Kieran Shea. Thanky sir.