The biggest news, besides the site’s getting a bluejob (tee-hee), is that A.J. Thompson is no more. The name, that is. I’m still writing, and my books are still available for buyin’, but from here on out I’m dropping all the marketing labels, extended family names, and doctorish pseudonyms that have brought me so much oral pleasure in the past. Why? I don’t know. Something new, I suppose. Or more of the same. It doesn’t matter if I’m Jesse Gordon or A.J. Thompson or Hupert Schmoyle, the words are all the same…except for those used in the bylines. 😉 This may take some getting used to, but look at it this way: In a thousand years, those of you who’ve bought the AJT versions of my books may have some collector’s items on hand—or, better yet, some oddities! (That is, if the Sponge Bob Chewable Immortality Tablets become popular in the next few years.)
I had a revelatory experience the other day when I was talking to a casual acquaintance; he mentioned something about a certain comedy video, saying, “You’ve got to check out this video! It’s at http://www.vertigoalley.com.” I couldn’t help but play along. Chuckling, I thanked him for the “new” URL and we parted ways.
The video in question? Wussley: The Mind Boy—an awkward historical moment of Lucas proportions, though it always seems to be a favorite to anyone not directly related to the Colossal Theatre family. Go figure.
There’s some interesting movie news floating around. Besides the decade-long promise of a fourth Indiana Jones film, the people over at thetechnodrome.com have posted a news bit regarding a new Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie possibly appearing in 2007. There’s even a teaser poster of Leo looking rather wicked:
I hope there’s some truth to this, because I just wet my pants.
Lastly, for hot gay sex, go read “The Ninth Life of Nguyen,” my latest story posted at deviantART. Well, it’s not really gay sex, but the feedback I’ve been receiving seems to convey a collective message: I’m a naughty little gnome who’s finally found a way to sneak his private transactions into his prose.
Of course. How could I not see that?