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Two More Days till Halloween...Silver Shamrock!
I just haven't been blogging like I used to. Most of my sociopolitical rants are taking place on FB, just because I'm there more often. Plus I'm feeling overwhelmed with all the stuff I'm trying to do to let people know that I exist and I write books. My Kindle release has actually happened, and all 3 books are up live right now. Mr Publisherman says he's going to consolidate the reviews soon so they will show up on both listings. If I didn't know better and saw my Amazon listing(s), I'd think I was a pretty big deal. That's the thing about Amazon, you actually can't tell who's famous and who's a self-published hack.
Speaking of hackery, the NaNoWriMo starts soon. I'm actually considering going to the kickoff party on Sunday, just because I've never gone to one before. Sunday is also The Walking Dead which is gonna be super badass. It should put me in just the right space to finish drafting this kickass zombie story. Turns out, it's a story about some truly compelling people in bizarre circumstances--and then some zombies come.
Caprica and Big Love are both cancelled. I guess Big Love will have one more season, but they haven't even said if they're going to air the rest of Caprica. Considering the godawful shit they show, you'd think they'd hang onto a show this good. No, it's not non-stop lazer fighting like BSG; more of a Sci-Fi Drama if that's even a thing. Anyway, I liked it; and I'm bummed that it won't continue. I'd like to see HBO or Showtime pick it up.
Not doing a signing this weekend, even though I could be doing one at Three Corpse Circus. It's a short horror film fest happening at the Michigan Theatre tomorrow night. My assistant can't make it; and I'm feeling behind and stressed and kind of fluish. Figure it's best not to push it, as I'll be losing plenty of sleep during the NaNo. Too bad too, as my zombie teabagger hat was coming right along.
Ordered new pants online. they arrived, I went to put them on and almost completely freaked out. They didn't fit. AT ALL. How is that possible? I haven't gained weight--I'm losing. I couldn't even get these over my ass. I checked the bag and they were literally 4 sizes too small. They weren't even fat girl pants--they were average girl pants. WTF?!?
Speaking of the perils of fattitude, we're all pretending that we're shocked that a Marie Claire writer is a fat hating bitch. Yes, and televangelists also hate gay-wads and want your money. *gasp* Yes, she is appalling. But it's not exactly a shock. Glad there are so many Kiss-In's being held. H and I are sending a pic to the virtual one.
BTW, I didn't realize until recently that Glenn Beck is actually a televangelist. Not sure why it took me so long to make that comparison. I guess it was when I found out that he's also a carnival huckster. Tricking old people into buying worthless gold? Ew.
And finally, one of my favorite writers and bloggers, Poppy Z Brite wrote a thing about zombies in her blog today. Unhappily, it referenced "BRAAAAAIIINNS." If you don't know, I loathe that whole assertion, that zombies would actually articulate what it is that they crave. Dan O'Bannon should be punched in the mouth for that shit. I hate it. It makes zombies seem campy and funny when really they are the thing that will destroy us all. (Okay, there is a place for funny zombies, but that shouldn't be one's primary association with them) I hate when somebody succumbs to that absurd assertion. Et tu, Poppy? Then again, this might just be one of those times when I want to think people I admire agree with me--even though I know intellectually that's just crazy fangirl talk.
Speaking of hackery, the NaNoWriMo starts soon. I'm actually considering going to the kickoff party on Sunday, just because I've never gone to one before. Sunday is also The Walking Dead which is gonna be super badass. It should put me in just the right space to finish drafting this kickass zombie story. Turns out, it's a story about some truly compelling people in bizarre circumstances--and then some zombies come.
Caprica and Big Love are both cancelled. I guess Big Love will have one more season, but they haven't even said if they're going to air the rest of Caprica. Considering the godawful shit they show, you'd think they'd hang onto a show this good. No, it's not non-stop lazer fighting like BSG; more of a Sci-Fi Drama if that's even a thing. Anyway, I liked it; and I'm bummed that it won't continue. I'd like to see HBO or Showtime pick it up.
Not doing a signing this weekend, even though I could be doing one at Three Corpse Circus. It's a short horror film fest happening at the Michigan Theatre tomorrow night. My assistant can't make it; and I'm feeling behind and stressed and kind of fluish. Figure it's best not to push it, as I'll be losing plenty of sleep during the NaNo. Too bad too, as my zombie teabagger hat was coming right along.
Ordered new pants online. they arrived, I went to put them on and almost completely freaked out. They didn't fit. AT ALL. How is that possible? I haven't gained weight--I'm losing. I couldn't even get these over my ass. I checked the bag and they were literally 4 sizes too small. They weren't even fat girl pants--they were average girl pants. WTF?!?
Speaking of the perils of fattitude, we're all pretending that we're shocked that a Marie Claire writer is a fat hating bitch. Yes, and televangelists also hate gay-wads and want your money. *gasp* Yes, she is appalling. But it's not exactly a shock. Glad there are so many Kiss-In's being held. H and I are sending a pic to the virtual one.
BTW, I didn't realize until recently that Glenn Beck is actually a televangelist. Not sure why it took me so long to make that comparison. I guess it was when I found out that he's also a carnival huckster. Tricking old people into buying worthless gold? Ew.
And finally, one of my favorite writers and bloggers, Poppy Z Brite wrote a thing about zombies in her blog today. Unhappily, it referenced "BRAAAAAIIINNS." If you don't know, I loathe that whole assertion, that zombies would actually articulate what it is that they crave. Dan O'Bannon should be punched in the mouth for that shit. I hate it. It makes zombies seem campy and funny when really they are the thing that will destroy us all. (Okay, there is a place for funny zombies, but that shouldn't be one's primary association with them) I hate when somebody succumbs to that absurd assertion. Et tu, Poppy? Then again, this might just be one of those times when I want to think people I admire agree with me--even though I know intellectually that's just crazy fangirl talk.
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GRAAAAAIIINNS
What is the zombie's preferred mode of transport?
TRAAAAAIIINNS
What brand of underwear do zombies wear?
HAAAAAAAANES
What hockey team do zombies cheer for?
The Calgary FLAAAAAAAAMES
Knock Knock
Who's there?
Interrupting zombie.
Interrupting zom-
BRAAAAAIIINNS
What forecast did the zombie weatherman predict?
RAAAAAIIIN
Where do zombie addicts shoot their heroin?
VEEEEEIIINNS
Where do Zombies go on vacation?
SPAAAAAIIIN
What are zombie plumbers good with?
DRAAAAAIIINNS
What do geriatric zombies use to help them walk?
CAAAAAAANES
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But I guess I'm glad to know that I'll continue to be vocal after I die and rise again...as it were.
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That reminds me of my favorite Hallowe'en-time debate!
Jesus Christ: Zombie or Vampire. Discus.
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http://www.logros360.com/foro/pruebas/jesus-diagrama-veen-t66013.html
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