Friday, 24 August 2012

Beat to a Pulp Superhero

This anthology will be out in mere weeks and features 12 stories by writers like Thomas Pluck, Keith Rawson, Sandra Seamans, Steve Weddle, Court Merrigan, and Kevin Burton Smith. For more details, go to David Cranmer's Education of a Pulp Writer blog.

Thursday, 23 August 2012

We love I fucking love science

We love "I fucking love science."  Can't seem to find them on FB any more, but everyone else seems to have access to their particularly smart blend of science and snark.

Wednesday, 22 August 2012

Suspense Magazine

You can never read too much suspense. Suspense Magazine is available either online or in print, in full year or single issue options. If you sign up for the blog, there are freebies. They also host a writing contest (open until end of December). Here are the details.

Red 2--we'll be there


Royal Noir

Well, they say that "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas," but as Prince Harry has just discovered, that doesn't mean pictures of bare-ass nekkid royals won't get snapped and uploaded. TMZ has the pictures with the naughty bits (sort of) obscured. (Come on, if we can see a guy's junk in HBO's Game of Thrones, couldn't we at least get a glimpse of the princely penis?)  Boys will be boys... but honest to God Harry, didn't you learn from the photo of you wearing a Nazi uniform to a costume party?

So good we had to tell you twice! Interview with NoHo's Mark Satchwill

Over at EBSQ (Where Art Meets Blog) there's an excellent interview with artist Mark Satchwill. Mark talks about the transition from trad to digital and there are pictures! Check it out here.http://blog.ebsqart.com/2012/08/21/interview-with-mark-satchwill-going-digital/

Zombie Cat in the Hat

Somewhere, Dr. Seuss is turning over in his grave. (Maybe there's a zombie Dr. Seuss shambling around out there.) This is from Cthulhu Hand Luke. You can follow them on Tumblr here.

Tuesday, 21 August 2012

Monday, 20 August 2012

John Waters makes it simple....


What's going on with The Dark Tower?

Depending on who you talk to, a filmed adaptation of Stephen King's Dark Tower is still happening but in what form and with what filmmakers is unknown.
It's on. It's off. Javier Bardem is playing the gunslinger. Or he's not.
 Here's a Deadline Hollywood story with the latest, which seems to be that it's still alive with Ted backer MRC investigating the possibility of financing it.

Thursday, 16 August 2012

Interview with Katherine Tomlinson

NoHo's Katherine Tomlinson is interviewed about her work and upcoming projects over on Jeff Shear's Six Degree Conspiracy blog!
Read it here: http://www.jeffshear.net/2012/08/15/noho-noir/

Friday, 10 August 2012

Frightmare Film Review

Sheila Keith/Dorothy Yates, Digital, 2012

NoHo's Mark Satchwill has a written a new  review of the classic Peter Walker shocker "Frightmare" over on the Classic Horror Campaign website where it's British Horror Month.


He also created this illustration of the wonderful Sheila Keith as she appears in the film playing cannibal Dorothy Yates.


Check it out here: http://www.classichorrorcampaign.com/2012/08/10/frightmare-1974/

Saturday, 4 August 2012

NoHo Noir: Perceived Value


 PERCEIVED VALUE

Written by Katherine Tomlinson
Illustrated by Mark Satchwill


Gillis Montgomery didn’t like his wife working at the North Hollywood pawn shop. It was the biggest one they owned, but it was a trouble magnet, especially after a guy got shot trying to pass stolen goods while Orla was there alone. 

But Orla knew jewelry inside and out—“All those years of dress up,” she liked to say—and people were coming in every day hoping to exchange their valuables for enough money to pay their electric bill so they could keep the A/C on. Gillis could value most items with a cursory glance but he was clueless about bling.

Or so he claimed.

In truth, he hated dealing with jewelry. The misery was just too intimate when a woman came in to pawn her engagement ring, or a man brought in his father’s turquoise-inlaid cufflinks as collateral for a loan. The baubles were rarely worth much and the shame and despair of the people offering them up was like a wave of body odor—you couldn’t see it but the smell was so strong it could knock you off your feet.

Orla was better at dealing with the emotional stuff than he was.

Or so he liked to think.

When Martin Prentice walked through the door, Gillis heard Orla sigh.