I received some wonderful things in the mail and have not had a chance to post them and am rather backlogged with blogging. The first present I received in the mail was quite possibly the BEST Homemade Brownies from Dear Sweet Astrid! I snapped a picture of the brownies (or is it brownie, since it had not been cut up yet?) before I gobbled into it, and wow, was it GOOD.
Also, the post office brought a lovely package of not one, but TWO Black Phoenix Trading Post T-Shirts with the FOOL Vampire Tarot card image I drew printed boldly on the front.
It looks almost like a sort of parchment.
Fifteen Painted Cards from a Vampire Tarot
that Neil Gaiman wrote.
This is the ad for the Neil Gaiman short story Fifteen Painted Cards from a Vampire Tarot and is in the September 2009 issue of Rue Morgue Magazine - Whoo hoo!
My dear friend and collaborator Wilum Pugmire has been very, very busy writing his lovely books, and I was very happy to receive his most recent tome in the mail the other day titled, Weird Inhabitants of Sesqua Valley which is probably my most favorite storyline that Wilum writes.
Sesqua Valley is one of my favorite places, and from what Wilum told me, Sesqua Valley is inspired by North Bend and its magnificent Mount Si (pronounced sigh) -- a town and mountain that became famous when it was used in the television show TWIN PEAKS. You can click here to see pics via Google images of Mount Si to get a good idea why it is so frightening and majestic at the same time.
Which reminds me of a story: Halloween, around 1993, Wilum, Art Chantry and I decided to go visit some graveyards and ended up in North Bend. We figured what the heck and decided to take the trail up Mount Si. Anyone who knows Wilum, knows he never leaves the house unless he is absolutely dressed.
Wilum's letterhead
So here we are, the three of us chuffing up the trail with Wilum in full make-up and drag, and steaming down the trail are these hardcore hikers, all dressed in their expensive hiking gear, elaborate boots, back packs, goggles, the whole nine yards.
I loved the look on their faces when rounding the bend way up there in wilderness and nearly colliding with Wilum, happily wandering the path, plucking at the Autumn flowers with outbursts of poetry and delight at the very thought of standing there on Mount Si. I am sure it was probably a lot like running into the ghost of Oscar Wilde up there, and I would not have traded that experience for the world.
I loved the look on their faces when rounding the bend way up there in wilderness and nearly colliding with Wilum, happily wandering the path, plucking at the Autumn flowers with outbursts of poetry and delight at the very thought of standing there on Mount Si. I am sure it was probably a lot like running into the ghost of Oscar Wilde up there, and I would not have traded that experience for the world.
