THE HOUSE IS SO QUIET. JUST ME AND THE GHOSTS...

Hoping to wrap up BINGO BOY soon but delayed due to dastardly deed. My house was burglarized TWICE in thirty six days, the last episode on Christmas Day. So no time to properly channel all that's going on with Ricky and Little Chrissie and the Baby and all. Using comps at public library. Can only squeeze in about an hour a day. Boy, if THIS is communism or socialism...IT STINKS!

I'll tell you one thing, the internet is 'television' these days and TV has been demoted to what radio USED to be. We've all morphed into a benign form of BORG hive mentality and I MOURN for THE COLLECTIVE. Hope to be back in 2-3 days.

Truly afraid to leave the house unattended. Who knows what they'll grab next? A horrible way to live. Surrounded by 'kids' who make Dicken's London look genteel and proper. Plus (I'm afraid) a few 'twenty and thirty something' mentors who arrange things and sort it all out for them. Like piranha desending on an innocent bovine. Not that our neighborhood is full of cows, but you know what I mean. Hate to leave, but must. An attractive, red-brick tree-lined district blown to sh*t and few in CITY HALL care. Some do, but not enough.

Parents have got to notice how flush some of their little bastards are. A few scores brought in thousands.. Just make sure you NEVER keep substantial sums of money in the house. Write down serial numbers from ALL electronics. Replace ALL basement windows with secure, tamper-proof models. NEVER 
broadcast your comings and goings. Have 'call forwarding' put on your (already extortionist) phone bill, so that when 'the good neighbors' call to see if you're home.....you 'will be.'

Also...trust your gut instinct... When it's time to leave...it's time to leave. Don't try and be 'the last man standing.' Nobody gonna give you no medal for that. What they WILL do is cup you off at the knees.

Look, most of the people 'round here are STILL OK. Sadly, all it takes is a feral minority to poison the well for everybody. It's an old story. This is how 'home' becomes 'the old neighborhood.'....

If you like, please GOOGLE Bingo Boy by Billy Kravitz, or Vampire Wonderland by Billy Kravitz, or THE LITTLE MATCH BOY by Billy Kravitz, or MARIANNE IN BRITCHES by Billy Kravitz and scroll around... click on 'earlier post' or 'later post.' The 'Marianne' arc details the 'birth' of one of our main 'elferinas'... a unique take on the whole 'vampire' thing. Think it starts around 4/6/12 or so.

Now I gotta sit in a quiet house, listening to the clocks tick and pretending television is more than muzak.

Until next time, all you human beans.

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B.E. Scully: The Next Big Thing

B.E. Scully: The Next Big Thing: Author David Price I first encountered David Price's work in The Horror Society 's anthology Dangers Untold , where his short story "Nu... Hopefully, will be back on in a few nights, but here's a really good post on books, authors and conferences (like an interview too), by the  wonderful B.E. Scully... please read and COMMENT...also check out THE HYBRID SERIES and SHE BECOMES YOU for more compelling reads.... As you know, all of my comp stuff was stolen. Running around like mad trying to replace and get a better hook up. (nothing's easy!)... If you like, please GOOGLE Bingo Boy by Billy Kravitz or THE LITTLE MATCH BOY by Billy Kravitz or EL RANCHO TEXACO by Billy Kravitz or Vampire Wonderland by Billy Kravitz.. (I like THE LITTLE MATCH BOY best right now... sad, evocative wintry tale of poor little street urchin in Old Prague).... Let me tell you, just in case anyone asks..... being burglarized TWICE in 36 nights is no fun!! {:o(  ...... BEST TO ALL! and your support at this rought time is greatly appreciated.

Urban Pie: Django Unchained tops list of best films of 2012

Urban Pie: Django Unchained tops list of best films of 2012: After suffering through the 170 minute snoozefest that was The Hobbit the 165 minute Django Unchained was just the antidote to Peter Jacks...Til I get new computers (hopefully by end of week) here's another guest post I know you'll find interesting. WE all like QUINTON TARANTINO and the new one DJANGO UNCHAINED looks almost perfect....Go see and PLEASE post COMMENTS (maybe YOUR 'best and worst lists' too?)...

A Place of Reflections: January 19 ~ @TheAviatorsClub Honors Departed Pets...

A Place of Reflections: January 19 ~ @TheAviatorsClub Honors Departed Pets...: The Aviators Club  on Twitter will fly two quarterly tribute (memorial) missions on January 19, 2013  to honor pets and anipals who have... Very hard for me to get enough time on line to post new blog material, since my computer was taken in a CHRISTMAS DAY burglary. Hopefully, I will be able to replace it in a week or so. PLEASE enjoy this heart warming post by the great KAYE FRANCIS @grammakaye on TWITTER. And as always, please GOOGLE Vampire Wonderland by Billy Kravitz or BINGO BOY by Billy Kravitz or EL RANCHO TEXACO by Billy Kravitz or THE LITTLE MATCH BOY by Billy Kravitz of MARIANNE IN BRITCHES by Billy Kravitz for countless portals to almost 1,000 episodes up now. THANK YOU for your support during this hard time. Here's hoping I'll be back to normal soon.

I WAS ROBBED!!!......AGAIN!!!... 12/27/12

Sorry about not blogging for two days. My computer was stolen in a burglary. Forced to use a public one at the library til I can replace it. PLEASE bear with me. Remember, there are more than 900 posts up now. If publishes in book form, it equals five three hundred and fifty page volumes. Should you like to wander about and explore arcs you may have missed, please GOOGLE Vampire Wonderland by Billy Kravitz...or THE LITTLE MATCH BOY by Billy Kravitz (reall good, especially this time of year) or EL RANCHO TEXACO by Billy Kravitz...(think of HOW THE WEST WAS WON on Mars), or BINGO BOY by Billy Kravitz. 

I will try to replace equipment as soon as possible. Desperately miss blogging and comunicating with much appreciated readers and bloggers. Hope everyone had a real nice Christmas. (my stuff was stolen while out visiting family on Christmas Day!) And hope those observing have a meaningful KWANZA too!

BUT~~~ here's a little preview of what's coming up in THE VAMPIRE REVELS....(we will complete BINGO BOY a.s.a.p. too)

Behold, King Rafe, the Lord of Revels, ritually sunk in a peat bog soon after assuming 'the vampiric burden.' He slept in the viscous, tea-like brew each day, cool and protected by the dark, soothing balm, til 'wakened by Shakespeare....A Midsummer's Night's Dream, to be exact. He heard it all the way up on Elsinore's shore. The semi-fluid bog acts like a sound lens, or microphone, collecting tid bits from around the globe.

The reference to OBERON tickled him, for he too bore that name, along with many others. So he sublimated through the ether, condensing in the midst of Restoration England...... in a charnal house to be exact. And the tea-stained wraith with the pale yellow mane dispatched many a plague victim, sparing them further torment.

You'll meet him soon, in the midst of 'THE REVELS'... A delightfully amusing 'Master of The Dance,' twirling and leaping to the throbbing pulse of his AFTER MIDNIGHT orchestra and the NIGHT-FOLK CHORALE.

Must leave now. Unwashed minions crave my blessed spot. I believe they're not zombies...... Well, culturally they are. Such is life....


Until next time...... a vagabond gnat, caught in the public web.


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52ND BINGO BOY episode 12/24/12

BINGO BOY - post 52

The air was chill and clear. Marge sat back in the warm limousine and listened to the music. It was nice, but it was classical, so she didn't know the name... But it was nice. They passed out of the pine forests and approached the beginnings of 'the shore.' She saw cute, little towns with names like Absecon, Northfield and Linwood, boasting jewel-box streets lined with cottage-like houses and neatly trimmed evergreen hedges. Some homes, accented by tiny bee-lights, twinkled in the early dusk. Yuletide comes to the coast. 

The driver turned off onto a causeway cutting through the marshlands and crossing the bay. He stopped to pay the toll and slowed down as they entered the streets of the town. 'Welcome to The Downbeach' the sign said. Marge looked out through the slightly tinted glass, taking it all in. She'd been to the shore many times before, to Atlantic City, or to Wildwood, but this was her first time to the 'private' shore, to the small, neat towns between the tourists that most folks never see. 

" Where are we?" she asked the driver. "Margate,  ma'am,' he said. She mouthed the word to herself and gazed out at the stylish, well appointed houses set upon small, manicured (even in winter) gerdens. She saw cozy shopping districts with tastefully decorated windows and warm, inn-like restaurants, with glowing hearths and soft lighting. 

Then they came to a street lined with holly trees, fine homes and shiny cars. The driver proceeded down a bit, til she saw him. Jimmy was outside snipping imaginary imperfections from a perfectly trimmed hedge. They pulled to the curb and stopped. The temporary gardener ditched the shears, as he raced down to open her door. 

"Welcome home," he said. At first she was speechless. He helped her out. Her chin quivered. She said, "What?" Jimmy kissed her and whispered, "I bought it for us. For the kids too. What the hell. We got room." Then he took her hand, led her up the brick steps onto the blue-stone patio and opened the door. 

Now the inside is straight out of a magazine. Gleaming, pegged oak floors. Pale, sandy walls. Crown molding. A piano..... a baby grand piano. Carriage trade furnishings, a tree in the den, plus a kitchen  Julia Child would gladly die for... a second time. 

They sat by the hearth and talked, happy and 'young' once more. He poured some wine. They drank. The driver brought in her things and arranged them in the sumptuous master suite. A few minutes later she went upstairs to freshen up, for Jimmy had reservations at the best place in town, a colonial bastion dressed for the season and fronting the bay, known as Steve & Cookies. 

People looked as they walked in. Such a handsome couple. Doesn't he favor Burt Reynolds? Couldn't she pass for Goldie Hawn, or perhaps that Melinda Dillon?

Tomorrow, or the next day, the kids would come.  

Money changes everything..... and candlelight adds the magic.

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AN UPDATE ON THE VAMPIRE REVELS

Bingo Boy will return tomorrow night, but the life-eaters I blog for are giving me fits. They hate surrendering the spotlight to standard issue mortals. You know how vain enchanted folk can be. We first mentioned the yearly REVELS back before the BINGO BOY arc started. Tomas, Sarah and the others plan to attend a regional convocation of their kind. Festivities are held throughout the world. Some frequent Venice, others positively dote on Calcutta. Strong, silent, visceral types gather in the great, Canadian North. 

Tomas has been to many over the years. Yet since the others are primarily new, they have not. So he plans to introduce them to their first taste of vampire excess in more or less familiar surroundings. By that, I mean a culturally western city. So far it's London. He still has brethren there from The Restoration. Accommodations are being prepared at a close-in country house owned by an old, reclusive gentry family with ties to all the best bloodlines in Sussex and Kent. They eschew titles. Nothing so 'showy' as that. But everyone knows who they are. Indeed, intelligent people fear them.

Are they in the least bit 'vampirido'?...No, although one or two in each generation become quite adept  at 'remote molecular manipulation,' the modern term for magic. Annie can't wait. The little vampire hellion's seen all the Harry Potters ten times over. She's already demonstrated some kinetic capabilities and trills at the prospect of widening her repertoire.

Doctor Franklin wants to join them. Well, you know he travels in the best circles. Vampires are but one variety of his exotic friends. Have I told you of his sojourn with The Hindu Immortals?... Excuse me, but I've said too much. Forget I mentioned that. If you'd like to know more about the venerable scientist, just GOOGLE Vampire Wonderland by Billy Kravitz, Doctor Franklin.... It should all be there.

The 'elferinos' and 'elferinas' aren't going. They love Philadelphia in winter and haunt the cobbled byways like the sweet, 'young' wraiths they are.

Of course you remember ours is a rather moral crowd? 'Cull the wicked. Preserve the worthy' and all that. They do not kill indiscriminately. They just don't. Yes, there have been occasional digressions, but those are rare and cause much guilt. 

So does shopping..... Oh, these 'people' in no way lack for money. Still, they do have certain principles. Tithing is real big with them and many a congregation along the Judeo-Christian-Islamic railroad owes its existence to their largess. Yet Tomas (our '18 year old' Andalucian, Sephardic hero) will have his leather bootkins, his trim, dark suits, plus an occasional assortment of tattoos. You know, tattoos don't last on vampire skin. They tend to shed them every few months, usually on the solstices and the equinoxes. 

Sarah hungers for niceties too. At first she was discrete, a fine soft cashmere here, a glittering bauble there. Though lately she's become more 'artistic.'  Various boutiques scattered around Center City (the original, old core of Philadelphia, analogous to Nueva York's Manhattan) arrange private, after midnight showings. She's still rather conservative, Ralph Lauren and all that. But the look suits her and she knows it. 

And you know what? They're taking me too. Some vampirinos and vampirinas do take their human familiars, but this will be my first time, as I've only been with them a little more than two years. Perhaps I'll learn a bit of magic too. Edith, our Jersey, Piney 'seer,' says I do show a bit of the 'far eye' (remote vision, telepathy), so we'll see.

Eng-a-land swing, like a pendulum do..... And soon it's gonna swing a little more.

THE REVELS!!... THE REVELS!!... I can't believe it.

Just wait. Be patient. Give us a couple weeks. We'll be back. You'll see. BINGO BOY returns tomorrow. But I thought you'd like to know...

And just in case you're interested, wanna see what the Chicago contingent is up to? They got a really cool 'frontman.'  Look for him here ALEXIOS .

As always, we only pretend this is fiction. But you already knew that. 

May THE SEASON OF MIRACLES shine bright for you and yours~~~~ Billy (me) ...the one who blogs all this...

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