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So I was in a bookshop yesterday here in the UK, perusing biographies in search of something presentish for my dad, and I discovered that there is now a whole SECTION devoted to voyeuristic true life emoporn (
A Boy Called It, A Man Called Dave, Ma, He Sold Me For a Few Cigarettes
etc etc) entitled 'Tragic Lives'.
A whole section with its own title.
I'm still gobsmacked.
I just found this -- and felt here was the place for it
zombie haiku
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bloody, funny
One of the benefits of reconnecting with my blood sisters is unexpected Christmas presents. My oldest sister sent me this book: [link]
which pretty much tags many of my historical interests. I'm out of practice at this family thing. I keep waffling between "People who like me who send me things!" and "People who like me who I have to remember to do nice things for!"
But, really, don't we all?
I mean, unless you take it down to the next level and hit the Likely Suspects list.
Not that I know anything about that, but my friend does.
Coffee: Oh dear lord, Fay, that video is awesome.
I want to start randomly saying, "Where the hell is my crumpet?" It should be the new shorthand for "Shut up, you pretentious literary ass," seriously.
DH got me the zombie haiku book
this book is very gross and funny
Tongue in cheek post outlining the vetting process for Oprah's Book Club.
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