And Momma needs a new case of Corona because the old one's, well... gone.
Seriously though, please do check out this wonderful Bram Stoker Award-winning anthology. All new stories by some yummy people, edited by Tom and Elizabeth Monteleone, who, I might add, are pretty damn yummy, too .
Lookit the pretty cover
Now, why, oh, why has my "About Me" thingie migrated to the bottom of the page? I hate that!
Apropos of nothing, I fell asleep while watching the RNC. Caught Giuliani's riveting speech (and I'm not being facetious here), and though I was nauseated by the Bush-kissin' and Kerry-bashin', I did enjoy his humor, his easy, warm, conversational tone, like he was speaking at a dinner party to a few of his close friends instead of to a room full of glassy-eyed idiots. Idiots who wore rictus grins and funny hats.
Aw, I don't mean to insult anyone. Some of my favorite buds and family members (Hey, Dan!) happen to be Republican. How that happened, I have no idea, but it's true. Not all of them are glassy-eyed, rictus-wearing, pious, racist, uncompassionate, clueless monkey asses. But, y'know, though I love them as people, I still have the urge sometimes to vomit on their shoes. This does not take away the love I feel, however. Not one bit.
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