Black History Month— Death From Above 1979
Happy February.
Lights Out: Die Antwoord - “I Fink U Freeky”
[zef.]
I think watching this made me sterile.
But holy shit is it catchy.
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So, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking over the course of the last couple of weeks, like where my writing is going, what I want to write about next, etc, etc, and while I haven’t made any concrete resolutions, what I can definitely say is this:The Icarus Void, being my first novel (and only 99 cents, did I mention that?), is the starting point for something that may or may not be my own personalLord of the Rings.
I don’t have a grand plan, I haven’t written it all out from the beginning (I’m looking at you, George Lucas), but I know that there are pieces falling into place that I’m thinking about and it’s going to make the next few years very interesting and productive ones. So, if you’ve got yourself a Kindle or an Amazon app on your ereader or phone, check the above link for yourself and be there from the beginning. I promise nothing but that it will be an interesting ride.
Thanks, everyone.
Archangel — Two Steps From Hell.
This just became my new soundtrack.
Happy 52nd birthday, Grant Morrison! Illustration by Francesco Biagini.
Grant Morrison
Happy 52nd Birthday to the man I look up to most; Grant Morrison!
I’d love to make a new graphic in his honor, but atm I’ve got to run off to class, so you’ll have to appreciate the one I made last year again.
Dunk Of The Year of the Day: Blake Griffin punctuated the Clippers’ smiting of the Oklahoma City Thunder with a slam dunk so powerful, Kendrick Perkins’ progeny are now legally bound by the bannerman code to serve the military whims of House Griffin.
[nba.]
I had to watch this three times.
The ball never touches the ground. He just catches it.
I’m a believer. God is among us.
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About me
CK Burch is a novelist, poet, father of two, and assistant editor for ZED Presents...Publishing. Born in 1982 and floating somewhere between adulthood and immaturity, he writes horror fiction and love letters, balancing out a strange line that, perhaps, only a Libra or a child of the 80's could appreciate. When not writing or composing, he's spending time with his little rugrats, who also walk a fine line between adorable and deportable. They take after their father. When he's not trying desperately to write in a few more chapters and ignore those lovable children who serve to remind him not to cuss so much, he's playing video games with the volume up real loud. It drowns out the sound of neighbors yelling at him to turn it down.
