Things that won't affect any of you:

I changed a few of my tags recently. My "dulcimer" tag became "musicality" so it can encompass my violin studies, and I also plan to add tags to my adventures with building and making noise with my theremin. I also changed my HHB tag that used to indicate all my Hot Hot Boss rantings those of you who've been around that long know about. These posts are a good window into my inner psychotic obsessive personality. Henceforth, they shall be defined by the new tag: "faux erotomania" which is hilarious. One of my unfinished manuscripts, as some of you know, is about an erotomaniac with a HHB.

Anywhoo, I bring this up because I'm immersing myself further into the cult of Voltaire (found 'round these parts as voltairenyc because some random jackass took the name voltaire and didn't do a damn thing with it. Like my own name, people who aren't me who try to use it really need to step off.). I won an eBay auction for some early prints of 3 Voltaire comic books. I imagine they will be gothy and delightful. Two of them are about an evil Teddy Bear named Deady, which I also recently purchased in the form of a zipper pull for the low, low price of $6.66. If this guy turns out to be some kind of lamewad, I'd rather find out about it sooner or later. Seems unlikely though based on what I've seen so far.
I'm investing quite a bit of fangirl energy into the Voltaire thing. He's over at the MySpace and FB and appears to be pretty active in talking to fans and being a self promoter. Not a criticism, just an observation. When I run into people from my past on FB, right after "hey" and "what are you up to?" I have to bust out with "You know I had some books published...you should totally buy one." If anything, I should be doing more self promoting. Like I was saying, he's one of these renaissance man types. His body of work is so prolific and varied that I thought he might be a label some company slapped on stuff to sell it to goth kids. But no, he's a real dude. I assumed the name was made up, but no. It's his middle name. You'd think his first name might be something embarrassing or ordinary. Wrong again. It's "Aurelio." That's almost TOO badass. Plus, he likes Ray Harryhousen. I know, right?!

When I was a kid, writing to a famous person was a big deal. I didn't write to actors or musicians as a kid. As you might imagine, I wrote to authors. I received form return letters from Charles Shulz, Donald J Sobel, Dr Suess, Judy Blume...all the biggies for kids back then. It was a big freakin' deal (and one of the only things I actually care that my Mom is keeping from me) to a young kid who wanted to be a writer.
Now, you can talk to people on the internet. It's a big disappointment, in fact, if they don't personally run their own online accounts. If Colbert can find time to Tweet, Anthony Michael Hall should be able to run his own freakin' MySpace page (his mom runs it, I am told). I say this, of course, never having met either guy and also knowing that AMH is bi-polar. For all I know, he can't run his own stuff, but I digest.

When I got older, they told famous people not to answer fan mail because it can encourage obsessive crazy fans. Frankly, someone people call "king of the goths" might unknowingly cultivate some unbalanced fans. Obviously not all goth kids have mental hoo-ha, but I think a lot of kids with issues find goth to be a comforting and accepting movement. I wish it had been available to me as a teen. But my point here is that stalkers are out there. I had a radio stalker for a short time, as well as a phone sex client who got my address from the phone company and sent stuff to my house. Ick. Who knows what an unbalanced goth or emo kid might send you. Let's just say I'm in no big rush to read Morrissey's fan mail. ;-]

I've been playing the crap out of the song I posted about yesterday. The Man Upstairs. Like many things I adore, it's about murder and crazy people. It evokes memories, the kind that are disturbing but also comforting because they're familiar. It reminds me of dudes who would say "If you love me, you'll *insert something that comes from a mentality of bat-shit craziness* just because I asked" at a time when I was love-starved enough to comply. And I'm telling you, I've dated men who make my zombie holocaust fear look like a friggin' stamp collection. Plus, you know...there's murder talk. I love murder talk.



I hate to say it; he's also pretty hot.
And, he's not some jerkass kid, he's older than I am.