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BLASTGUN Plays Internet War Games with @iamjohnoliver

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BLASTGUN takes on John Oliver’s recent Twitter challenge.  The idea was to improve the CIA’s tweets and tag them with #BetterCIATweets.  What follows are the Top 14 from an exhaustive list that can be found at the executive editor’s Twitter handle @mark_rapacz.

(My apologies that what follows looks suspiciously like content filler from the likes of USA Today, but, well, that’s exactly what this is because if I end up posting three weeks of Turtle Monster Friday’s in a row, the BLASTGUN interns will make me feed my brain to an alligator snapper.)

Grand Master of Science Fiction Samuel R. Delany On Presenting A Riddle Never Meant To Be Solved

 

Dhalgren is the book he’s talking about.  It’s available over at Open Road Media and here’s what they have to say:

In Bellona, reality has come unglued, and a mad civilization takes root

img-dhalgren_122816216879A young half–Native American known as the Kid has hitchhiked from Mexico to the midwestern city Bellona—only something is wrong there . . . In Bellona, the shattered city, a nameless cataclysm has left reality unhinged. Into this desperate metropolis steps the Kid, his fist wrapped in razor-sharp knives, to write, to love, to wound.

So begins Dhalgren, Samuel R. Delany’s masterwork, which in 1975 opened a new door for what science fiction could mean. A labyrinth of a novel, it raises questions about race, sexuality, identity, and art, but gives no easy answers, in a city that reshapes itself with each step you take . . .

This ebook features an illustrated biography of Samuel R. Delany including rare images from his early career.

Meet the Staff.

EDITORTHE EDITOR is a man who occasionally loses his shit in conversations about MFA vs. NYC.  He has been known to flee really good bars that serve really good whiskey with very few annoying types within earshot, grumbling how it’s all just a veiled extension of the age-long argument over whose parents are richer.

PUBLICISTTHE DESIGNER is another man similar to the man above.  In size, make, and outlook on all things that fall within the realm of words written down on pages, they nearly see eye to eye, but THE DESIGNER believes ALL OF EVERYTHING is just something pulled from the clumsy hunk of flesh we pass off as a brain.  THE DESIGNER is convinced our brains are nothing more than a wrinkly piece of meat that makes us do things–usually stupid things.  But sometimes spectacular things.  And, even more rarely, things nobody has ever done before. He likes those kinds of SPECTACULAR THINGS, but doesn’t think it’s possible to do SPECTACULAR THINGS anymore, not since the invention of the Internet.

DESIGNERTHE PUBLICIST is a man not unlike the above two men.  He will work tirelessly, using ANY KIND OF SOCIAL MEDIA to make people read your book, if you publish with BLASTGUN.  He still works off dial-up, distills his own moonshine that’s better than Blue Label, and once kicked a duck sunning itself near his mother’s back-estate pool when she blasphemed the works of George Saunders after comparing him to Dr. Seuss.  He told her that Georgey Boy does that on purpose for reasons of style.  Then he made harsh comment about the hairdo she had been proud to wear since THE PUBLICIST was only a boy.  It was the first time he ever saw her cry.  That very day, he left his childhood bedroom to pursue a life filled with pursuits that truly felt like blazing successes at the time he was doing them.  They always looked different when all was said and done.  Usually a little askew.

WEB-EDITORTHE WEB EDITOR is yet another man who could easily be mistaken for any of the above gentlemen.  He can barely read and has never given a damn about spelling.  He’s got a dog named Bosco, who is and always will be the pride of his life even though Bosco has never stopped crapping on the Amish-made rug THE WEB EDITOR stole from his neighbor.  THE WEB EDITOR has a general appreciation of things that are made well and sturdy, which makes him overly suspect of anything related to technology.  He learned to take a WordPress blog and pass it off as a website when he was in prison.

Any one of these fine CITIZENS OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA can be reached at EditorWest [at] BurntBridge [dot] net because THE WEB EDITOR has yet to figure out how to create a unique email address for free.