Series Issues: Penny Dreadful’s Season Finale – Grand Guignol

Penny Dreadful news! Fun fun fun.

Never Think Impossible

(Source: Showtime) (Source: Showtime)

Spoilers… one last time.

We’ve seen the crazy and the demonic appear in the screen for seven episodes of Penny Dreadful. I am sold, not on a potential series, but on a series that was consistently great at all times and excellent for more episodes that other TV shows can ever wish for. The quality of the dialog brought about a certain air of rich and lush that made some scenes feel like works of art.

As Miss Vanessa Ives gives Sir Malcolm Murray another hopeful clue as to the location of her daughter Mina, we can’t stop wondering what will these two characters do when their mutual usefulness ends. That will be resolved before the credits roll, but first we’ll finally get one resolution from Sir Malcolm that’s long overdue: if he can’t save his daughter, he will end her suffering. The clue is a line…

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Time to get political: A sad day for American Women

I’m going to rant. If you don’t like it or the title of this post you can go look for cute cat pictures or move to a country where women have no rights.

Birth control has nothing to do with religion.

People who want to control a woman’s medical choices does not do it for the sake of God. God says nothing about birth control and doesn’t give a shit about birth control.

It is all about controlling women. It is all about pretending to be God. It is all about power. It is all about an agenda built on hate for women. It is about hate for your employees.

Not allowing female employees of a company to control their own health decisions is sexual harassment.

I am ashamed that our highest court ruled for Hobby Lobby.

It is a shame and a sad day for America and for freedom.

I remember when I was young and my health insurance did not cover birth control. It covered everything else. That made no sense. It was barbaric.

So FUCK YOU HOBBY LOBBY. I’m ashamed you’re an American company. I’m ashamed that you got what you want. There is a special place in Hell waiting for you.



“The Patron Saint of Pretentious Halfwits” – the New Book by Damien Tavis Toman

Looks like a lot of fun. Love the description so I am adding this to my summer reading list.

The Damien Tavis Toman Memorial Society

We are pleased to announce that Damien Tavis Toman has released a new collection which includes, in addition to previously unpublished confessional material, a substantial amount of FICTION–consisting mostly of ghost-stories penned over the last five years.  Indeed, The Patron Saint of Pretentious Halfwits: Tales, Reflections, and Nightmares is a book filled with ghosts.  Haunting its two hundred pages one will find not only spooks of the more traditional order, but phantoms of faith, specters of regret, restless shades of longing, and–as the characteristically self-deprecating title suggests–more than a few wraiths of wit and whimsy.  Download your own copy of The Patron Saint of Pretentious Halfwits today from the Damien Tavis Toman collection at the Internet Archive.

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A Rhyme of Monsters by Matthew J. Barbour

A RHYME OF MONSTERS By Matthew J. Barbour

Oh my goodness what a wonderful rhyme of monsters and wit.

Click on the link below for a real treat!

via FLASH FICTION FRIDAY: Matthew J. Barbour.


This one gets a 10 out of five stars from West Coast Review. And if you aren’t following the blog you ought to be. Really, do yourself a favor and check it out.



Memory of a distant love

I love this post. Click on the link below for the complete story.

Note: I thought it was odd that several people wanted “the rest of the story.” Like most things in life it just is what it is. Just that – just one moment in our lives filled with memories, weird experiences and then sort of a void. We move on and talk about it later. Sometimes much later. So read, and enjoy.


Memory of a distant love

June 5, 2014

by Juliette Kings

We looked into the hole and wondered at the waxen decaying forms that lay below us.“I knew her,” my brother Aaron said, then looked away.

My eyes could stay away from the couple in their formal clothing, I estimated from the 1880’s, deep under the house in simple wooden boxes.This was no cemetery. They were not the usual dead. I looked at the woman and a hint of recognition swept over me.

My niece Laurel stood next to me. “Did my dad date her?”

“He was in love with her,” I said in a half whisper.“Could we bring them back?”


“Would we want to?”

“Probably not.”

I looked over to where Aaron was talking to the Vampire Hunter who’d found the coffins. My high power attorney brother is also a Vampire, as all of us in my family are. Aaron is often called upon in these cases to give advice on what to do. This time he said to seal them up and let them rest.

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