Do the Dash
Art by Kai Wasikowski
We’re dipping into the murky waters of Mercury Retrograde’s pre-shadow period and the actual astrological dance goes down Dec. 13th until the end of Jan. 1/2. So make sure you stay on top of your communication, save your work, stay grounded, and blah blah blah.
I realized I never talked about Thanksgiving up here and what the hell I did. For the past 15 years, Thanksgiving has lost all meaning to me (a pretty intense statement when I read it back to myself). The only thing I actually miss is sweet potato pie, but that’s a conversation for another day. I did my time in the Navy and there were so many holidays out at sea or spent alone in a new city eating Chinese food on Thanksgiving day. One of my exes is Native American, so I didn’t celebrate the holiday even after I got out of the military for good reason.
Last Thursday I wasn’t going to do much of anything except write, but I decided to go see Eli Roth’s Thanksgiving movie. Originally, I was going to make this a solo effort since most of my LA friends don’t like horror or gore. However, my friend D who doesn’t like gore wanted to come along mainly because she’s scared there’s a ghost in her roommate’s house so I said alright let’s do it (Mind you, I told her how to fix her paranormal situation).
We went out to the Universal Studios AMC, but had some time to kill beforehand so we had a couple drinks and burgers at the NBC Sports Bar. The park itself was pretty dead and I loved it. I couldn’t tell if it was hunger or if the food was actually good but it did what it needed to do.
Thanksgiving was a lot funnier than I anticipated and this movie had the crowd going crazy. If you saw the Black Friday opener, you know what I’m talking about. This is Eli Roth being self-indulgent too excess and then some. Lots of fun kills, red herrings in terms of the killer’s identity, and a few moments that made me cringe in my seat. It was a good ass time and I would watch it again for sure. I’m already looking forward to the sequel
I’m still figuring out where I would put this in his catalog. Hold on, let me try to figure this out in real-time…
My current Eli Roth movie ranking (films he wrote & directed)
Hostel
Knock Knock
Cabin Fever
Hostel Part II
Thanksgiving
The Green Inferno
Earlier this week I received an Annual Profection & Timelord Reading. What the hell does this mean Grant? I hit up an astrologer and got a year ahead reading for 2024. I’ve been doing this every year for probably at least a decade or more. I was going to get one done with a guy who uses Medieval techniques, but my intuition said wait. I waited and eventually realized there was a better option. I felt myself drawn to a specific astrologer on twitter and thought it was cool that she used Hellenistic techniques. This is the one my gut bellowed.
Why do I keep getting these? Mainly because I find them to be uncannily accurate and give me a loose guideline of what to expect. I think of it as the weather and road conditions coming my way. I’m one of those madmen who subscribe to angel numbers and searching for patterns and signs as well. I saw one of these numbers early last week that said a missing piece of the puzzle would fall into place soon.
Who told you this Grant? I look up numbers on one of those angel number websites. Thankfully, 2024 looks like it’s going to be a great year for me and that puzzle piece indeed fell into place. I’m not going to go into specifics, but the astrologer helped clarify some things in my chart and she helped strengthen my resolve for new directions I’ve been planned for the upcoming year. I had some doubts about a specific direction, but she broke down the importance, the energy of a specific placement in my natal chart, and encouraged me to do something my publisher bossman JDO has been trying to get me do forever. It’s guess the time is approaching. My path is clear and I feel like I know where I’m going for the first time in a very long time.
J. David Osborne, my Broken River brother and head honcho publisher, just dropped A War in Heaven which is a sequel to Dying World. The first book was amazing and I think he referred to it as a guitar riff.
If you don’t know who Lady Agova is, what the fuck are you doing with your life? Another one of my Broken River brothers, the phenom e. rathke, has dropped the third book in The Howling Earth series titled Broken Katana. This a grimdark fantasy world colliding with cyberpunk elements in the most beautiful way possible. Vera tells the story through her eyes and Lady Agova’s lore is expanded ten-fold, which really raises the stakes in some unexpected ways. Lots of fan service, tension, and harrowing scenes in this lofi cyberpunk world. Catch up, babies (just dropped another Lady Agova reference).
Currently Watching: Love, Death & Robots Season 3 & Lost Season 1. &
& Castlevania Nocturne & Invincible Season 2 & Caught Up
I finished up season 1 of Tyler Perry’s Caught Up which was really good despite being only four episodes. The main reason I watched is because my boy Duby acts as the main lead and he killed it. So peep it on BET+ if you got time.
Currently Reading: Full Throttle by Joe Hill & Cosmic Horror Monthly #2 & An Altar of Stories to Liminal Saints by Rios de la Luz and Violent Faculties by Charlene Elsby & Pedo Island Bloodbath by Duncan Ralston and It Waits in the Woods by Josh Malerman & Broken Katana by E. Rathke
Currently Smoking: Papa’s Herb
Listening: The Danny Brown Podcast, The Higherside Chats, Agitator, Mutual Aberration Society, Victory Light, and Lost Xplorers
The pooh shiesty sets you up for certain expectations, but this is a clear case of don’t judge a book by its cover. There’s something endearing and threatening about his soft voice especially when he says “you’re mine’s forever.” A hood angel serenading a mystery woman is something to be applauded.
MIKE stays in touch with his black roots and deep spirituality, honoring his mother with his speech yet casually mentioning a generational curse he’s inherited. He is more than a rapper, he is lightning and a rain, a vulnerable vessel diving inward into pools of self and sharing his audio findings with us time and time again.
Underground dark grimy raps provided by Pouya and Terror Reid. Taking it back to the essence.
One of Detroit’s best scam rapper returns with the frantic yet paranoid “Cpn.” He flexes the spoils of scamming: dripped out chains, a Gucci bag, and stacks of money. Kasher raps as if the beat might catch him if doesn’t spit stilted bars back to back.
Until next time…
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