Zombie flash mob hits Madison
My little university town has a Zombie parade at about this time every year. At midnight, fifty Zombies assemble on the edge of downtown, and they wander down the sidewalks and through the bars. I admit to being a little scared the first time I rounded a corner and saw a dozen Zombies stumbling toward me. The fear passed when I noticed that most of the Zombies were drinking Miller Lite. It was late in the parade.
The fear passed when I noticed that most of the Zombies were drinking Miller Lite.
Always a clear sign of the need for BRAINS.
Happy Birthday, Kate!
::seriously fusses Kate up::
Allyson, don't lose heart. You're an excellent writer - you've got such a distinctive voice. It'll find an outlet.
JZ is seriously bereft that we can't attend a Halloween event next weekend with zombie go-go dancers.
It's amazing what dogs endure.
Halloween humor: [link]
Horror: [link] and [link]
Thank you for encouragement. One publisher wrote and said it was presumptuous of me to compare my work to Sarah Vowell, who is beloved.
And I thought, but I'm not really comparing my work to her at all, I'm just saying it's a collection of essays about unusual subject matter. Bitch.
You're beloved too. Just on a smaller scale, right now.
oh my god, that poor dog. not enough ouchie in the world.
Ouch.
I seem to remember looking at your query letter over in GWW, and it was definitely, "my work might appeal to readers who enjoy Sarah Vowell," and not, "I am the next Sarah Vowell."
Ouch.
t commences worrying about having the effrontery to rattle off the names of four authors who've probably published over 100 books between them and are probably beloved by somebody in my own query letters that I just started sending out last week
Turn it up, turn it dowwwwn / Turn it up when the cold brings you down / When the heat bothers you, turn it down / Turn it up turn it dowwwwwn / As I was just saying...
We theoretically control the heat in our apartment even though we don't pay for it (the thermostat for the entire building just happens to be in our apartment), but I think the landlord has to turn on something in the boiler room first, because it's set at 68-70, and hasn't kicked in once yet. And I *know* it's cold in here.