It's hardboiled bettie page in a corset on grainy film gumshoe in a fedora heartachingly beautiful.
Well, I'm definitely in love with the description. March, you say?
[NAFDA] "There will be an occasional happy, so that it might be crushed under the boot of the writer." From Zorro to Angel (including Wonderfalls and The Inside), this is where Buffistas come to anoint themselves in the bloodbath.
It's hardboiled bettie page in a corset on grainy film gumshoe in a fedora heartachingly beautiful.
Well, I'm definitely in love with the description. March, you say?
March I say. And I'm getting very tired about gushing over it all. He should make something that sucks so I can tell you it sucks so you'll believe me when i tell you how pinup pulp storydream this is.
He should make something that sucks so I can tell you it sucks so you'll believe me when i tell you how pinup pulp storydream this is.
I believe. No need for suckage.
Any idea when pics will be available for public consumption? Or, you know, for us?
No idea. Wish I could make LJ icons of some of them. There's one that would be perfect with the caption, "My Fandom Is a Deep Well of Seekrits"
This one is Rita Hayworth on satin sheets with a cigarette holder wrapped in one manicured hand, and the head of John the Baptist in the other hand.
I'm in love.
This show is my seekrit boyfriend, I think.
I'm worried I have no credibility, here, but you're just goinna have to take my word for it til you see for yourself.
Gushing. hmmmmmm
J/K, Allyson
Slick noir beauty in every nook. It's hardboiled bettie page in a corset on grainy film gumshoe in a fedora heartachingly beautiful.
'Scuse me, I need to change my drool pail.
Puts Tivo back on the Xmas list.
And what's up with me and the cheesey metaphor? How did I get so melodramatic? You guys let me become this bad poet. I blame all of you for not stopping me. Jerks.
You may be a bad poet, but you're a good woman.
I blame all of you for not stopping me. Jerks.
Friends don't let friends write noir.
Friends don't let friends write noir.
Where were you when I was writing my very pulpy Gun Club piece for the book?