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Horrible Saturday

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York Emporium
Saturday, August 14, 2010
10am – 6pm

I will be reading from the novel. First real reading. First tidbits from the novel. That’s right. You know that’s enough to get you there… But if you need more. I’ll be reading, signing and doing an interview. I’ll have Dark Faith & Last Rites, Fresh Blood, Poe Little Thing, and a couple Shroud #6s with me.

Events, Appearances, Etc…

10:30 NOEL SLOBODA, professor at Penn State-York is dramaturg for the Harrisburg Shakespeare Company. He is the author the poetry collection Shell Games (2008) as well as two chapbooks: Of Things Passed (2010) and Stages (2010). He will read some of his original speculative poetry that has appeared in such places as Tales of the Talisman, Scifaikuest, Niteblade, Illumen, and Ghostlight.

11:30 SCOTT BUTCHER is an old friend of The York Emporium. We have been privileged in the past to welcome him for signings of some of his latest books. He is an author, playwright and accomplished photographer, and an architectural historian who has been known to lead walking tours of downtown York. He will regale us with tales pulled from his published work, Spooky York.

12:30 GORGO. Before there were Transformers…before there was Godzilla…there was Gorgo. This 1961 film is one of the forgotten giants of the monster movie realm. You will see London as you never have before. Free popcorn. And, perhaps, the willies.

2:00 BOB FORD, to all outward appearances, is a mild-mannered advertising guru. But he has a secret life. He spends his evenings devising plots and planning murder and mayhem. He is good enough at it to have had a number of his short stories published in major metropolitan…well, major monthly magazines. He also has several screenplays bouncing around Hollywood, and several bouncing around his head. He will be bouncing all these off us, and the walls.

3:00 HORROR 101. Joe & Gail Galusha know whereof they will speak. Collectors extraordinaire of funeralia (they own a fleet of vintage hearses) and the macabre, this husband-and-wife team will present the fun side of torture and death. With prizes.

4:00 KELLI OWEN (me!) is one of the up-and-comers in the genre of horror fiction. A resident of Central Pennsylvania, Kelli has published several fiction and nonfiction pieces over the years. In 2010 she is slated to be published with three anthologies, four short stories, an article and her debut novel In the Shadow of Darkness. She will be reading from her novel, answering questions and taking names.

5:00 SCREAMING CONTEST! It is getting to be a tradition! Our third annual Screaming Contest for braggin’ rights to the title of Best Screamer in York County comes complete with a $50 Gift Certificate to The York Emporium. A howling good time is guaranteed for all.

Come on down…

None of this is real

Nightmare“It was a dark and stormy nightmare.”
~ Neil Gaiman, “Sandman”

I have this neat trick. I don’t lucid dream (oh but don’t I wish!), but I can wake up. The second I realize, or think, or say “none of this is real” or “this is a dream”, I ‘m instantly awake. Of course, I wish I hadn’t said that during the Johnny Depp dreams of 2007 but alas, I did. Which is only mentioned to point out that it works on good and bad dreams. Well, and because it’s Depp. It would be nice if I had more control. If I knew that saying that would wake me. I don’t. It sucks. But in a good way when it’s a nightmare.

I had four nightmares last night. Back to back. I kept realizing there was no way this was happening and waking up… and then going right back in. Now, mind you, not back to the same dream or same spot, though I’ve done that accidentally in the past. No, I mean that I went back into that negative world. The characters were the same. The outcome the same. But how we got there each time was different. It was like a special edition DVD with alternate middles instead of alternate endings. And each time, I got a little further into the horrible end before my brain put the brakes on and screamed “I don’t think so!”

So, since it’s Thursday, and this week’s been nothing but remnants of Monday masquerading as its siblings, let’s talk dreams—good, bad and ugly. What do you do? Can you wake yourself? Can you go back in and pick up where you left off? Can you control things going on, or people and places? What tricks does your nocturnal mind have that it’s not sharing with your conscious?

Entertain me… I could use it this week!

Whutta Great Idea!

Later, tomorrow, whenever, I’ll post my monday blog. Until then…stolen* from The Burg:

Design team’s humor, spirit captured in their creations.
by Peter Durantine — The Burg, Aug2010 Issue, page 8

Whutta Design pondering their next inspiration.

Whutta Design pondering their next inspiration

While you may not know Bob Ford or Amber Topper, you more than likely know their work—remember those blue and beige Sparky & Clark’s Roasting Co. & Coffee Bar signs at the former shops on 2nd and 3rd streets?

That was Whutta Design, Ford and Topper’s company. Located on Walnut Street, across from the city’s main library, Whutta Design has been crafting advertising, logos, brochures, magazines and websites for 16 years. Their most recent logo design is for the 2011 Keystone State Games.

Ford started the company in York and gave it the name Whutta Design instead of, what is often the case, naming it after himself. Ford Design just didn’t ring right to him.

“I’ve always felt that was a little egotistical,” he said. “I wanted to focus on the work itself.”

Five years ago, after significant growth from a clientele that spans locally, regionally and nationally, Topper became his partner. One of their not-so-familiar ad/logos for a Hershey Harrisburg Regional Visitors Bureau campaign was “You gotta love the Burg.” Picture 1

The concept came about one day after observing the antics and odd behavior sometimes seen in passersby on downtown streets, which prompted Topper to offhandedly remark, “You gotta love the Burg.”

The slogan was a hit with the visitor’s bureau and city officials, but budget constraints halted the campaign—for now at least.

Their creativity is juiced in so many ways, such as playing cards or shooting pool or “just going for a drive or a walk,” Topper said.

The easy-going duo fuse their work with fun, whether they’re creating a brand for a company or designing a state necktie, which they did for former Gov. Tom Ridge.

“That was one of the weirdest, oddest projects we’ve worked on,” Ford said. “We get a lot of freedom
to do what we’re doing.”

Long-haired with glasses, Ford has an affable manner that complements Topper’s positive, energetic attitude. “Life is too short to be uptight about stuff,” Ford said.

It shows in their work. Take this ad for a pet resort: “Countryside surroundings, classical dinner music,
and a biscuit if you go wee-wee outside.”

Ford’s career path started in design. He graduated York Vo-Tech’s industrial arts program and worked in AT&T’s marketing department in Hunt Valley, Md., later graduating from the Art Institute of Philadelphia. He worked for a printer, but wanted more design work. He went freelance and soon after started Whutta Design.

Topper, who attended Pennsylvania College of Art & Design in Lancaster, met Ford in 2006. At the time, he had partnered with another agency, and she was the first art director they hired.

Creative differences ended the partnership, but Ford re-launched Whutta Design and Topper joined as partner. “We clicked right away in our approach to developing creative, as well as working with clients in a partnership way,” he said.

For Ford and Topper, brainstorming ideas for a client begins with absorbing information about the subject. “If it’s a new client, we tend to throw ourselves into research and learn everything we can about them,” he said.

It’s a team effort, they say, and building relationships with clients, while also providing them quality service and product, is the key to their success as a company. “If we can make our client successful, that reverts back to us,” Ford said.

whuttaWhutta Design
114 Walnut St.
Harrisburg

717-309-8392
www.whutta.com

*stolen = borrowed, complete with proper credit =)

Due North

moralcompassAs is the case with many blog entries lately, this was spurred by a chat in the garage. It’s a place of deep conversations and highly emotional rants and gigglefests of pure speculation. Last night it ranged from religion to the gas station and back again.

Apparently, I have “an extremely high moral compass.” Seems if you want to give back the incorrect change the clerk gave you, or any of the other things listed to me, you have a high moral compass. But the conversation turned, and it wasn’t about the compass anymore. It was about the points on the compass. Or rather, who they point to.

Fine, I have a high moral compass. Blame my mom, I do for almost everything anyway. I’m comfortable with it. It’s kept me out of trouble on countless occasions, including a few I clearly remember wishing it didn’t exist for. But it’s MY moral compass. It’s what points me north or south, right or wrong. It’s there to keep me straight, not judge others. And it has shocked me (a few times in the past) to find out that “fear of my judgement” because of my “high moral compass” is possible. Really? This is me. Everyone talks to me, tells me secrets, confides—because above all else, I’m loyal. And shouldn’t that loyalty automatically mean I won’t judge? It’s not my place to judge—it’s my place to love.

Oh wait… Thursday… there should be a question. Sorry, I got all rambly there. I could do a whole blog on judging, which turned into it’s own conversation and moved locations and oy… Hmmm… Ok, how about this:

Do you have a compass? Nah, that’s a given, even if it’s a little broken one, you’ve still got one. Ok, how about: Where’d you get it from? Does your moral compass come from your upbringing? Your faith? Your experiences? Your desires to be a certain way? How did you come to the morals that you hold yourself by?

I guess I answered before I asked this week. I got them from my mom, but also from experiences. There are certain things I will never ever evah do, because they were done to me. They hurt on a level that can never be properly expressed and I would never want to a.) be responsible for making someone feel like that, b.) sink to the level of those that did it to me. My compass is part mom, part me—but sorry, no pink elephant. I personally don’t think an invisible entity threatening my afterlife is a good enough reason to behave in this life. I live the way I do because before I die, I have to live… with myself.

And then I died

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“…an eagle came and swooped me up
And through the air we flied,
But he dropped me in a boiling lake
A thousand miles wide.
And you’ll never guess what I did then–
I DIED.”

~ Shel Silverstein’s “True Story” from Where the Sidewalk Ends

I posted True Story in it’s entirety once, I only needed a tidbit for this entry. Basically, I only needed the last line…

Have you ever had the fleeting thought that you actually died at one point in your life and all of this is just you dreaming in your coffin? Or your afterlife? Or that millisecond before death and you imagined all this is what would have happened? Not in a morbid, gothy-whiny sort of way, but in a more elusive, disenchanted, disconnected and possibly surreal moment kind of way. And for our purposes, without the use of drugs to get there. Have you?

I have.

And I’d always thought it a bit odd. One of those strange thoughts I have that I keep to myself for fear of being locked up. But, as a little moonlight and a lot of tequila have revealed, I am not alone in this thought. It’s fleeting and not at all suicidal, it’s more of a “what if” situation.

And so, I drag it into the garage for this Thursday’s question. Never mind if you have or haven’t had the thought, I wouldn’t want to out those of you still protecting yourself from the encumbering styles currently available in high-end straight jackets. Rather, for giggles, let’s pretend you all have… now tell me when you died. What moment could have been your death? That near miss on the highway? That accident that didn’t happen on the farm? Whatcha got?

Me? I drowned when I was six. I was swimming with the daycare away group in some shallow rapids and hit one of those soft spot drop-offs. I remember going under, hitting bottom way over my head, springing up and gulping air, and then going down again. I did this several times before… Before I died, and dreamed the rest of this life I’ve had =)

That was my moment. When did you die?