Creative Input: Turning up the heat

It’s holiday season – time for ice cream and deck chairs and the aromatic burn of barbecues. It’s time for mosquito bites and criss-crossed tan lines. It’s time for my legs to shine bright like matchstick beacons during the one week of the year they’re let out from their shroud of denim. And this year, for the first time in five years, I partook of an actual holiday. A holiday in the sun. A break from the pressure and the strains of everyday life. And I went italianing. It was hot. And it was the best of holidays. Good friends,…

The horrors you feed me

Last week in the dust lounge, I asked you to wine and dine me with your horror suggestions. I wanted to stuff my face with the best horror films and books you could cook up. I wanted to gorge myself until the sweat poured from my eyebags and my stomach stretched around a stinking beast roiling inside it. And, fiends, you did not disappoint. Most of the suggestions came through on the pulsing veins of the social networks, so for those of you not tuned into them, I hereby serve you up a veritable feast of some of the horror…