Thursday, September 25, 2008

Momento Morti # 61 PART TWO

Momento Morti # 61 (PART ONE)

Hi guys.

The new issue of Pulp Legacy is scheduled to go out today. As a little snippet, a little taste-test, me and Bart are sneak previewing our "10 years in the future" contribution.

We used our time machine and grabbed this thought blast from Momento Morti # 61 (9/21/2018)... we hope you enjoy!

Seth & Bart

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Zarko in San Fran

The wife and I are heading to San Francisco for a little get-away. Any advice? Where to go? Where not to go? Should we rent a car? Cab it everywhere? The Rock? Chinatown? Fisherman's Wharf? Haight-Ashbury? The new X-Men headquarters?

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Chess, anyone?

So, Marlan made a comment in an email about a chess league via email. Interest was piqued amongst a few of the recipients, emails were exchanged, resulting in this post. Is there anyone up for a Pulp Legacy chess league? The particulars haven't been worked out just yet but I imagine it would be something similar to playing chess by mail (you know, two people separated by vast distances would mail each other their moves in alternating letters) only on a much faster scale (ah, the joys of technology). If you are interested, send our esteemed EIC, Zaric, an email with your interest. Let's set a closing date of, oh say, Sept. 15th (that dovetails nicely with the submission deadline). For any further info, talk to our EIC.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Sad Day

Usually I keep this type of stuff for my 'zine, but it was so profound to myself, I thought I would post it. And seeing as how the next 'zine is a future one, I didn't want to wait until two (or three) months from now, here it is.

Today I said "Goodbye" to someone. It was one of the saddest things I've ever had to do.

June's aunt, Kathleen, is a real trooper. Two years ago she was feeling very weak. Lethargic. Out of breath. The doctors found out she needed an emergency operation. A by-pass or something. She went under the knife, but complications developed. Something happened with her lungs and she was this close to not making it. It got so bad that the immediate family was called.

Somehow she hung in. But she wasn't out of the woods yet. Weak, she had to convalesce in the hospital for months. We visited her as much as we could. She still had her wits about her and did a lot of reading. A little down in the dumps, she slowly pulled through. After what seemed like certain death, she made a complete recovery.

It was a pleasure to see Aunty again at family gatherings after she was released from the hospital. Sure, she slowed down a bit, but at 78 she was still sharp as a tack and still the same warm, caring person we'd known for years. Liberal in her views, she was always concerned for the little guy, the downtrodden, the kids from broken homes. She was the moral centre of the family. The matriarch.

It's been about two years since her battle. Bonus years, really. Recently it was noticed that she was forgetting words. Mispronouncing. Using the wrong words. Then it got to the point where she would have trouble speaking. Everything else was fine, but she couldn't say anything! Really weird. The doctors couldn't figure it out. Then she couldn't write. It was like her communication abilities were breaking down.

After a CAT scan a tumor was discovered in her brain. A few days ago we found out she's got maybe two months left.

The entire family is devastated, including myself. It is expected she will be released from the hospital and let things be. This is her choice. She will end her days back home in Arborg, Manitoba.

Knowing I might not see her again or in a condition where she might not understand me, I snuck out from work today. I was going to go at lunch, but had a (damn) lunch meeting. Without telling anyone, I walked out and drove to the hospital.

She was in her bed, relaxing. We spoke -- or rather I spoke since she couldn't speak -- for about 15 minutes. I talked about mundane stuff. The weather. Weekend plans. Whatever.

Just before I left I couldn't take it anymore. I broke down. I haven't cried like that in years. We hugged and I told her how important she was to everyone and how much of an honour it was to have known her over the years. I said that I knew there was a really good chance I'd be around a lot longer than her, but that I love her and to hope for the best. I told her how I never got to say goodbye to others and was glad I was able to her.

Then I went to my stupid, insignificant meeting.

Friday, September 5, 2008

75th Anniv. issue of Esquire a publishing first

Forget the chrome clovers, the die-cut, the 3-D... are you ready for electronic covers???

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Pulp Legacy Deadline Coming Up!!

Hey all,

Remember that the deadline for submissions for the next Pulp Legacy is in TWO WEEKS! I've got someone local here working on the front cover and I'm going to attempt something for the back cover.

I also e-mailed everyone, but I figured I should put something here as all of you are pretty regular contributors.

Well, not ALL of you, but you know what I mean....