Monday Miscellany

1. This season on The Real World,* the cast is having a prank war. It's involved shaving cream and show laces and rearranging furniture and all the normal stuff that prank wars usually involve. And this week, one of the cast members, Chet, decided to make a life-sized cutout of himself and put it on the wall.** And then it was defaced. And Chet was angry and felt it was because of his political views (he's a Republican and the season was shot during last year's election). But I don't think the cutout was defaced because you are a Republican, Chet. I think the cutout was defaced because it's a life-sized cutout of yourself that you put on the wall during a prank war.***

2. I am now the proud owner of a new HVAC system. This is the fourth most expensive thing I have ever purchased, after my house, my education, and my car. It better be awesome.

3. I have now seen 6 episodes of the new Joss Whedon show Dollhouse. Thoughts to follow.

4. It is less than a month until Katie Alender's book Bad Girls Don't Die comes out, and you should totally buy it.**** Here is the book trailer:

~~~

* I know, okay. I KNOW. But it's really good this season and not all about drunken hookups. No, really.

** Yeah, um, I don't know.

*** Frankly, I think it would have been defaced regardless of the prank war--IT'S A LIFE-SIZED CUTOUT OF YOURSELF--but the prank war just increases the chances of this happening.

**** No, I am not receiving anything in return for posting about Katie's book. No, I have not yet read Katie's book. We do not share an agent. I do not know Katie in "real life." But in her online life, she's awesome and funny and I love her blog.

Comments

The Fourth Horseman: Excerpt 6

This is all of chapter 4, in which Suzanne buys a dress and sits in a chair with Anastase. The other excerpts can be found here: Excerpt 1 Excerpt 2 Excerpt 3 Excerpt 4 Excerpt 5 ***** Chapter Four “I was thinking,” my father said over dinner that night. “Since your mother is on the road to recovery, we could go into town for dinner next Saturday, maybe to that sushi place you like. Maybe bring Gabriel. Interested?” “Sorry, I can’t on Saturday,” I said. “It’s Homecoming.” My father dropped his fork to his plate. “You’re kidding.” “I have to go. Gabriel’s nominated.” “Do you believe this?” my father asked my mother. “Are you hearing this?” My mother shook her head, smiling. “You’ve met Gabriel, right, dear?” “Our daughter. Dating the Homecoming King!” I rolled my eyes. “He hasn’t won. He’s just nominated.” My dad fluttered his eyelashes at us. “I wished for this day, but I never thought it would come true. Will there be a limo? What a

Character Post: Anastase Beryl

NOTE: This post contains spoilers for The Fifth. Peter Murphy. ::swoon:: Oh, Anastase, Problem Child Extraordinaire. At the beginning of The Fifth, Anastase is terrible . He's selfish, he's rude, he's heartless, and all of that makes him incredibly attractive to Suzanne, who has, sincerely, the worst taste in men. He's one of those guys who you know you should stay away from and yet don't want to. Originally, my conception of Anastase's physical appearance was based on the singer Peter Murphy from Bauhaus, that angular, mysterious, dangerous vibe, that people either love or hate. A more modern approximation is actor/model Luke Eisner, although he's a little too . . . healthy looking for Anastase. He needs to drop a little weight -- maybe pick up a teeny coke habit or something -- and then he would be perfect! :) If Luke Eisner loses 20 pounds, he is Ana. Because he's the First of his Circle, Anastase thinks that means hi

The Fourth Horseman: Excerpt 5

The latest excerpt, still from Chapter 3, in which Suzanne encounters a bully and talks about sex. Previous excerpts are here: Excerpt 1 Excerpt 2 Excerpt 3 Excerpt 4 ***** The football team had a bye week in anticipation of Homecoming (and the fact that I even knew what a “bye week” was was a testament to how much I liked Gabriel), so Gabriel showed up at my locker after school to join me and Spencer on the walk home. “We’re so happy for you,” Spencer told him, ducking under his arm to hug him. “Are we?” I asked, sliding in under Gabriel’s other arm. “You are a terrible liar,” Gabriel told Spencer, hugging him close. “Fag,” someone muttered behind us. I snapped my head around and saw a couple of kids around Spencer’s age snickering into their hands. I took a step toward them. “What’d you say?” They scowled at me. “Nothing,” one of them answered. “No, really, what’d you say?” Gabriel asked, his voice mild and friendly, his arm still around Spencer’s shoul

How Do I Know What I Think Until I See What I Say?

Search This Blog