Archive for the ‘sordid tales’ Category

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A sordid kind of love

August 30, 2011

Ah, Edwin.

As our sordid barman wrestles with his own vanity, one commenter offers the sort of compliment that only a writer can love:

You’re not ugly. But you do kind of look like the love child of Waylon Jennings and Louis CK.

(Sorry, man. I just couldn’t resist.)

-bd

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Edwin Decker’s “Armageddon of Queer”

April 2, 2010

Celebrated San Diego City Beat columnist (and SCWC staffer) Edwin Decker reads a piece from his Best of Sordid Tales at this past weekend’s 6th Annual San Diego IndieFest.

–msg

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Decker to read at California Center for the Performing Arts

April 15, 2008

So I’m doing this thing at the California Center for the Arts, Escondido next week (Sunday, April 20) that I wanted to let y’all know about. In a nutshell, 8 artists of varying genres will perform in support of an art exhibition currently showing at the CCAE gallery called Innocence is Questionable.

Some of the performing categories will be dance, theater, music, performance art, poetry and satire, the last being the genre that was chosen for me.

Ha, how does one “perform” satire?

Anyway, for more info visit the San Diego Visual Arts Network.

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Sordid Tales (No Cussing Week)

April 10, 2008

By now, you’ve probably heard about the 14-year-old South Pasadena boy who recently lobbied to have profanity banned in his hometown. Apparently, the City Council liked the idea so much that they officially proclaimed the first week in March as No Cussing Week.

Now keep in mind, No Cussing Week is not law. It’s an official proclamation, which means—it don’t mean squat. It is unenforceable, un-punishable, not in violation of the First Amendment and, therefore, not deserving of our contempt.

It is, however, deserving of our ridicule.

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SORDID TALES (a biweekly column by Edwin Decker)

March 16, 2008

Horses Hate Me

I was flipping through the TV channels the other night and came across The Ring 2. I tuned in just before the scene where the horse flips out on the boat. It is, for me, the scariest part of the movie.

In the scene, Rachel is traveling by ferry to the house where Samara, the creepy, dark-haired, damp girl, lives. At one point, Rachel notices a horse in a trailer and approaches the animal, which, as if it sensed something malevolent living inside Rachel, goes utterly berserk. The horse kicks its way out of the trailer, rises on two legs, stomps a car, chases Rachel to the edge of the craft and leaps over the rail into the black water. Read the rest of this entry ?