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EMIGRATE + LINDEMANN + CARDINAL COPIA: It Is Right to Give Them Thanks and Praise

Breaking news: This unholy trinity of metalgods has become one in the spirit of rock to help us through these troubled times.


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Till Lindemann and Cardinal Copia of GHOST took part in the recording of the new album Emigrate as famous guest musicians! Emigrate announces the release of its new studio album, 'A Million Degrees', on November 30 via Vertigo / Universal Music. The Nameless Ghouls Official Ghost Cult. #8thAnniversary #TNGofficial #CardinalCopia #Ghost #GhostBC #PapaEmeritus #PapaNihil #Prequelle #GhostBand #TheBandGhost #NamelessGhouls #CardinalCopia A post shared by The Nameless Ghouls (@thenamelessghouls) on Oct 18, 2018 at 6:09pm PDT
I can't even stop screaming long enough to type properly, so this week's regular blog post will be postponed until tomorrow.

Dominus vobiscum.

Et cum spiritu tuo.
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What a Great Time for Glasses

It's happened. My daughter has followed in my genetic footprint and developed nearsightedness. We figured there was about a 50/50 chance, considering that no one on Daddy's side and everyone on Mommy's side of the family needs corrective lenses in childhood. I was hoping she'd favor her daddy's side of the family in the eyesight department, but now that she has her first pair of glasses, she is so cute that I can't feel too bad about it.

We aren't sure how long she hasn't been able to see clearly, because she is doing so well in school and has otherwise been able to hide it. She was anxious to admit, at first, that everything beyond arm's length is a blur, because she didn't want to be the first kid in her class to wear glasses.

But when I took her to the optometrist and she realized how well she'd be able to see--and found these hot pink frames from Armani Exchange--she went from feeling shy to enthusiastic about debuting her new look. Yeah…

Oh! the Suspense...

So here I am listening to BBC Radio 1 and trying to keep calm and carry on while I accept that Rammstein's latest album release goal is spring 2019. I had just set a goal for myself of finishing my draft of Matka Danu Miklagarth by the album release, but at this point, I hope to have Matka written, rewritten, revised, edited, and queried by then. By God, I could have an agent by that time if I'm very lucky. Anyway, what is it that Abraham Lincoln said? "Good things come to those who hustle while they wait." Yeah, I'm pretty sure I saw that on a motivational poster.

Okay, new goals. I want to have my book in the hands of beta readers by Christmas this year and start querying in the winter. And right now, I may just have to console myself and learn to appreciate lengthy suspense--and suspension--at the longest canopy walk in the United States, which opens this weekend. See you there?

OH HOLD THE PRESSES! I just now found out--as I am sitting here typing this--that…

Pity Without Mercy

Pity without mercy. That about sums up how I feel about the people who are defending Brett Kavanaugh's alleged behavior, those who defend Ronald McBlumpkin's self-described behavior, and every numbnarded tool in this world who:
gets off on degrading their sexual partner and then boasting about it to their supposedly-not-sexual-or-romantic friends, whose approval they desperately needbrags about how they pay, coerce, or force people into sexual acts because they don't even realize it's not cute to admit they are devoid of personal attractionsstaggers around town like Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, moaning about how "If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear" and also lawsuits, lots of lawsuits, and also mass barfing
I feel a nauseous sort of disgust mixed with pity about such revolting human failures. It's the sort of pity that does not inspire well wishes so much as regret that this thing ever existed and that I had to know about it. Like, what demente…

FALL!

What's dropping this fall? The temperature. The leaves that look like they're on fire. A vicious hailstorm of black walnuts. Maybe a completed draft of Matka Danu Miklagarth. And, one can only hope, Rammstein's last and greatest album of all time.

I'm hurtling toward the finish of my work in progress, Matka Danu Miklagarth, listening to Rammstein live tracks while I write a scene of bloody battle in the old Cauldrons of the Iron Gates before the Danube was dammed.

And I'm itching with anticipation for the upcoming Rammstein album, which is now being finished up with freshly recorded orchestra and choir tracks. It's gonna be epic. Ecstatic. Obscene. I hope!

In the meantime, here's a cool mashup I found.

Racing Rammstein

I do enjoy a slow burn, but I have to admit I'm getting impatient for Rammstein to release their last album after nearly a decade of waiting. We've heard that it will come to us sometime near the end of this year, but no other details have been made public yet. Meanwhile, I am still pounding out my own heavy work, my historical novel Matka Danu Miklagarth. I have set a goal for myself to try to finish the first draft before the Rammstein album release. In my mind, I'm sailing the Danube rapids on a burning ship, racing Rammstein.

Yes, I know that makes no sense. And that's okay. Inspiration doesn't need to make sense.

I need something to drive me to get this thing done before the end of the year. I've promised myself a sweet reward of whatever gloriously shocking special edition Rammstein ends up blasting into the world for their swan song--once I finish this draft. It's going to be a monster somewhere in the realm of 150K words, but that's okay--I like…

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Fall is my favorite season. The colors, the smells, the sweaters, the pies, the tacky and flashy and spooky and glittery holiday decorations, the hysterical cheer as summer's warmth and light fade away. I love it all.

I am as excited as the next Pumpkin Spice Girl about the imminent change of seasons, and yet you will not see me out there at Target and Starbucks binging on hoards of fake plastic orange vegetation or diabeetus drinks with fake chemical aftertastes.

You might, instead, see me outside, soaking up every last gift of the beautiful transitional month that is September in Michigan. Yes, I've been to a cider mill already and tasted the fresh harvest of pumpkin spice donuts. I also went to the beach just a few days ago with my daughter and friends. Nux reveled in the muck beneath the sand like a happy little piglet and swam to her heart's content in the still-warm water of a forest lake, because in September, fall is coming in, but summer hasn't left yet either…