Also, hooray for boobies.
I went into work today (like most days ending in "Y") and got myself a mighty big surprise (both literally and figuratively):
Mr Edgar Swamp was kind enough to send me a copy of his book "THE GYRE MISSION: JOURNEY TO THE *SSHOLE OF THE WORLD" and I'm ridiculously stoked to read it. Hooray for badass new books (and trust me, this looks mighty badass)!
Also, hooray for boobies.
I recently acquired a handful of bookshelves from my glorious friend J9, you may remember her from several posts, but here's a photo reminder:
Yes, she's delightful.
So because of J9, I now have a very tidy book room for me and a new video for you guys! Enjoy!
Yesterday, while slaving away at my extremely difficult job (i.e. reading the Georgia Straight at Hempyz) the UPS dude came with something VERY special (and no, I don't mean the special stuff dudes usually come with - get your minds out of the gutter).
That's right, folks. I got my genuine autographed Christopher Pike books! Huzzah! And they're some of my absolute favorites - Witch World, which is new as fuck and haven't had a chance to read yet but, hey, it's a new Pike book so thank Christ; The Season of Passage which is unquestionably my most beloved Pike book; and The Midnight Club, which always makes me cry like a bitch.
I'm one happy-ass BiblioBabe, let me tell you.
Eric J. Guignard, editor of Dark Tales of Lost Civilizations, sent these to us in the mail; one for me and one for Cara! But you'll have to wait until July to see her with hers!
I'm stoked as hell to read this; I love anthologies, I love scary stuff, and I love adventure. That's why I sometimes walk down the street with my eyes closed. True story: When I was 12 or so, I decided to walk down a sidewalk running next to one of the busiest streets in Vancouver with my eyes closed. I walked right into a goddamn telephone pole. When I asked my mom why she let me, her only child, walk into a telephone pole, she said she wanted to see if I'd actually walk into it or not. Thanks, mom.
Anyways, I'm stoked as hell to read this, and when I do, you'll hear all about it!
We need to create a new category called "Look What I Got in the Mail." We've been so frickin lucky to get some amazing shit and we are so grateful! Here's the latest sweet piece of swag I (Cara) got in the mail today *squeal*
YAY! Thing of beauty. So stoked.
See that? That's Margaret Atwood's very own handwriting on my beloved battered old copy of The Handmaid's Tale! SCORE! As you can see, I'm more than a little stoked!
Not too long ago, a friend of mine sent me a little somethin' somethin' in the mail. Not just any somethin' somethin' either. He sent me a present (squee!) that just so happened to be autographed (double squee!) And did I mention that this friend of mine is Patrick Shand? Super uber talented and famous writer? Of ultimate awesomeness? Not only does he deign to correspond with us lowly denizens of the mortal world, but he sent me a PRESENT. This makes him a numero uno awesome guy, in my books.
Now, just before we get to the present itself, I should explain that, not only am I a comic book nerd, I'm also a Buffy and Angel (and Spike too!) nerd, and on top of that, a collector nerd. Yes, I am all kinds of nerd, as you can see. Anyways, Pat sent me a boat load of radness that combined all three of these predilections. What on Earth could he have possibly sent me, you ask?
Mr Shand sent me this:
The Angel: Yearbook! SCORE!
And look, there he is, big as life and twice as bold! I know someone famous, suckas!
Best of all, there's a bitchin' note on the inside back cover, but that's for moi to read and toi to only fantasize about.
It's chock full of different kinds of stories; no matter what kind of fan you are, you'll find something right up your alley. The writing is superb, as is the art. I'd love to tell you more, but I'd give too much away, so I suggest you go out and buy a copy for yourself!
Once you've done that, check out my buddy Patrick Shand - not only is he great at what he does, he's also cool as hell.