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captainsblogSo what did YOU win?, I hear you cry.
An author-signed copy of TGWSS, by JOSS, who is AWSS.
Sum:
Some may remember the backstory here. I "met" the author the way I meet so many people these days- through an entry on somebody's damn blog. That one was recounting the tale Joss continues to tell, about how some paperwork got mangled by the Social Security Administration after she put in a name-change form following her marriage some years back, which led to outright arrest and booking by some Goober sheriff in Buttlick County, Gawga because the name on her license didn't match their Official Records. Despite how scary this must've been, she told the tale in a way that was so engaging and funny, I decided to start reading the rest of her stuff, online and off.
So when one of her blogfriends offered a chance at a signed copy of her new book just for linking to its cover and its blurb text (scroll down, they're still there), I was thrilled to do so even though, duh, I never win anything.
Except when I do.
Not that I'm averse to buying her books. Early last year, in fact, I bought a whole buttload of 'em- for the local library system that insists on maintaining four branches in my town and stocking them with about 57 books apiece (97 if you count the obligatory 20 copies each of V.C. Andrews and Sue Grafton, which I don't). I made no mention of this in my "entry" and I don't think it affected my chances of winning, but it probably didn't hurt, either.
Hopefully, Joss wasn't hurt, either, by turning 40 last week. Some evil friends of hers had other plans, though: they chose THAT DAY to revisit the Drivers License Turrism Incident by sending a cop to her house to inform her that there were still problems stemming from her longago arrest.
Which, following her first myocardial infarction of the day, turned out to be indecency problems, as the "cop" was actually on loan from the Chippendale P.D. and proceeded to strip on her stoop, nearly inducing a second M.I.
She ends that part of the tale with typical Jossian wit:
Whew. If this is what happens when I turn 40, I find I may actually be looking forward to 50.
Right. Check with me on that in about a year and a half. And if you want to help me celebrate, just write and autograph your next book and send me THAT, k?
----
Meanwhile, is your alma mater in the Big Dance? I mean, officially?
Didn't think so.
But mine is:P
Granted, it's the first time they've been there since 1988. Reagan was still president, Bobby had just come out of the shower, 640K really was enough memory for anybody, and Michael Jackson might have still been black.
That year, we got stuck in a 16-seed and got murdered by Arizona.
This time, the pundits are hoping for something higher than a 12-seed, which might actually produce,....
dare I say it?,
an upset?
It's enough to make me want to dance naked on somebody's stoop.
But only after I turn 50.
An author-signed copy of TGWSS, by JOSS, who is AWSS.
Sum:
Some may remember the backstory here. I "met" the author the way I meet so many people these days- through an entry on somebody's damn blog. That one was recounting the tale Joss continues to tell, about how some paperwork got mangled by the Social Security Administration after she put in a name-change form following her marriage some years back, which led to outright arrest and booking by some Goober sheriff in Buttlick County, Gawga because the name on her license didn't match their Official Records. Despite how scary this must've been, she told the tale in a way that was so engaging and funny, I decided to start reading the rest of her stuff, online and off.
So when one of her blogfriends offered a chance at a signed copy of her new book just for linking to its cover and its blurb text (scroll down, they're still there), I was thrilled to do so even though, duh, I never win anything.
Except when I do.
Not that I'm averse to buying her books. Early last year, in fact, I bought a whole buttload of 'em- for the local library system that insists on maintaining four branches in my town and stocking them with about 57 books apiece (97 if you count the obligatory 20 copies each of V.C. Andrews and Sue Grafton, which I don't). I made no mention of this in my "entry" and I don't think it affected my chances of winning, but it probably didn't hurt, either.
Hopefully, Joss wasn't hurt, either, by turning 40 last week. Some evil friends of hers had other plans, though: they chose THAT DAY to revisit the Drivers License Turrism Incident by sending a cop to her house to inform her that there were still problems stemming from her longago arrest.
Which, following her first myocardial infarction of the day, turned out to be indecency problems, as the "cop" was actually on loan from the Chippendale P.D. and proceeded to strip on her stoop, nearly inducing a second M.I.
She ends that part of the tale with typical Jossian wit:
Whew. If this is what happens when I turn 40, I find I may actually be looking forward to 50.
Right. Check with me on that in about a year and a half. And if you want to help me celebrate, just write and autograph your next book and send me THAT, k?
----
Meanwhile, is your alma mater in the Big Dance? I mean, officially?
Didn't think so.
But mine is:P
Granted, it's the first time they've been there since 1988. Reagan was still president, Bobby had just come out of the shower, 640K really was enough memory for anybody, and Michael Jackson might have still been black.
That year, we got stuck in a 16-seed and got murdered by Arizona.
This time, the pundits are hoping for something higher than a 12-seed, which might actually produce,....
dare I say it?,
an upset?
It's enough to make me want to dance naked on somebody's stoop.
But only after I turn 50.
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Date: 2008-03-03 09:40 pm (UTC)