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Ms. Lori's Interests
General
Writing/reading horror and literary fiction, working out, eating terrible things, watching abysmal movies while drinking cheap beer and making fun of the dialogue, male buttocks, funny people, my own ego...
Punk, classical (Yo-Yo Ma is a sexy beast), blues (saw Bo Diddley perform in a tiny club back in the late eighties, and wow. Just...Wow), Southern rock, Johnny Cash, Pink Floyd, Otep, Disturbed, System of a Down, Prince, Fleetwood Mac, Patsy Cline, Rob Zombie, Jimi Hendrix, Metallica, Neil Young, Nine Inch Nails, David Bowie, Tenacious D, Cornershop, Fiona Apple, Motown, 60's and 70's rock & pop, anything that makes me want to put down my beer and dance
Movies
Donnie Darko, The Sweet Hereafter, Reservoir Dogs, Pulp Fiction, The Professional, Europa Europa, The Deer Hunter, Cinema Paradiso, The Story of the Weeping Camel, Life is Beautiful, The Full Monty, Fargo, Bubba Ho-Tep, The Gingerdead Man, A Nightmare On Elm Street, Sideways, The Rose Tattoo, Rosemary's Baby, Muriel's Wedding, anything by M. Night Shyamalan (shut up, haters), Shaun of the Dead, The Ring, Audition, The Eye
Television
Documentaries
Lost
CNN
Weeds
The Daily Show
The Colbert Report
Ghost Hunters
Saturday Night Live
History Channel International
National Geographic Channel
Books
Biographies, autobiographies, weird/paranormal/cryptozoology,"The God of Small Things" by Arundhati Roy, "White Oleander" by Janet Fitch, anything by T.M. Wright, Joyce Carol Oates, John Irving, Stephen King, Toni Morrison, Margaret Atwood, John Shirley, Ramsey Campbell, Tom Piccirilli, Gary Braunbeck, Peter Straub, Mr. Poe, David Sedaris, Al Franken, Harlan Ellison
"The Little Prince" by Antoine de Saint-Exupery always makes me cry, as does "The Velveteen Rabbit" by Margery Williams...
Heroes
My best friend, Nici (W. Olivia Race, a.k.a. Ms. Olivia)
April 13, 1965 - October 28, 2007
I love you, dolly.
And my mom, Suzanne Marie, who lost her battle against acute myeloid leukemia on April 28, 2008.
Sometimes, when it seems I can’t feel any lower, as if the world is mocking me, me in my platform clown shoes and big fat pants, as if the universe has pulled out its starry phallus and taken a galactic piss upon my head, as if the squirrels that titter amongst themselves in my backyard trees are tittering at me, laughing at me as they crunch their nuts and shake their tails in my direction, dismissing my very existence, and the leaves of those trees are whispering insults as I sit on my patio -- me with my platform clown shoes and big fat pants -- something humorous, something warm will pop from the shadows and startle me out of my self-loathing, a fluffy ball of hope, maybe, that floats like a dandelion seed and settles gently on my soul, one that takes root and spreads, eventually covering me in weedy wishes, or a sweaty fist of ham come crashing down, knocking some sense into my stoney skull, and I will smile; yay, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, for thou art with me, thy dandelion seed and thy sweaty fist of ham, they comfort me, and I shall smile.
I'm a woman on the edge, man.
All right, perhaps not so much on the edge, but I‘m damn well near it.
So, anyway, hey, pleased to meet you! I‘m Lori (that’s Lori with an “L“), but I’m also known as Ms. Lori, Mom, Mommy, Ma, Poopy-Head, and Stupid Dopey-Face. Occasionally, when I’m lucky, I’m also known as L. Lynn Young.
I’ve published a variety of short stories, poems and essays in some lovely places during my woefully intermittent times as L. Lynn Young, places including Borderlands 5, edited by Tom and Elizabeth Monteleone (mass market paperback from Warner Books is titled
From the Borderlands) as well as Best of Borderlands, edited by Elizabeth Monteleone, and most recently, Brutarian Quarterly.
My short story "Womb Full of Poppies" was nominated for inclusion in Best American Short Stories, and "Annabell" (SS) received honorable mention in Year's Best Fantasy and Horror.
(Aw, I can hear your thoughts regarding the BASS nomination -- NO, I do NOT list this in cover letters, nor do I list the following "achievement": My novella, “The Man Who Ate Too Much Backfat,” won the Billy Bob Thornton Prize for Excellence in Literature in 2002. So there. Jealous?)
Oh, and I taste words -- a phenomenon known as lexical-gustatory synesthesia. When I was a child, I thought everyone tasted words. I experienced a rude awakening at age ten, however, when I casually mentioned to a friend that her name tasted like a cold meatloaf sandwich, and she told me I was weird.
Who I'd like to meet: Stephen King, John Irving, Joyce Carol Oates, Toni Morrison, Conan O'Brien, Margaret Atwood, Christopher Walken, David Bowie, Stephen Colbert, Rob Zombie, Bea Arthur, William Shatner, Oprah, Madonna, Cher, Prince -- anyone who goes by one name, really -- Bill Clinton, Weird Al Yankovic, M. Night Shyamalan, Jack Black, Dr. Tony Attwood, everyone on my friend list...
You and your friends may be interested in this offer. MySpace plays havoc with links but it seems to work ok if you open it in a new tab. http://www. murkydepths. com/cartsub-whitechapel. php And don't forget to scroll down when you get there - there may be another surprise!
greetings from the west. hope things are going better for you. our cd is out. www. cdbaby. com/cd/hogjaw our cd release party is this weekend, too bad you don't live around these parts.
Woulda kudoed yr blog if you'ld have let me... lol.
PS - the last comment wasn't assholic in the least, even by my incredibly broad standards. Hell, you should have thrown in an absolute ass-reaming for fucking up Wham! and Wang Chung, lol. Granted I was stoned a lot back then, but still...
Issue 2 celebrates Heaven, Earth, and Space in-between; it is touched by religion, grounded in technology and comfortable with the occult.
Including a language-stretching piece triggered by the Talmud from the legendary Hugh Fox, poems by haiku heavy-hitter Jim Kacian, the surprisingly touching “By Zombies; Eaten” from Christopher William Buecheler, and an alien perspective on human spirituality by Tina Connolly in the remarkable “The Salivary Reflex”
— all part of a drool-worthy two-hundred page selection of over twenty authors and artists.
so I was cleaning... and drinking this weekend and a woman comes on the tv and reminds me of you and I am thinking we need to get together and drink. give a call... how is your mom... how are you.....
