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Eleanor and I spent the late afternoon at a graduation party for Em's boyfriend. The weather held up, it was fun seeing that he has such a large and loving circle of friends and family, but we had to get outta Dodge pretty quick. The most interesting stories I was hearing were from Em and Cam's immediate circle, who basically kicked me out of the "childrens' table" by the time dinner was served, and we wound up under the Nintendo tent where the level of conversation was, if anything, far more childreny than anything the posse of 18-year-olds had been managing. Until then, Eleanor had been doing a great deal of the cooking, because that's who she is and what she does when she's needed.

Contests, we get contests: the geekingoutabout bling from the mock-the-Twilight contest is on its way. I still have no idea what it will be. Fortunately, it's being shipped by US Mail, and as I reassured one nervous commenter, that likely rules out blood, wild wolves and dead bodies. But not paperbacks of the series itself.  Meanwhile, I'm struggling with another entry which I should be geeked about even it's not of the same geekitage: Rifftrax is running a "MSTize this!" contest for their upcoming re-release of Reefer Madness (which Mike and the boys now own the colorized rights to). The clip is at the contest site and consists of ten short scenes from the classic camp film, each ending in a whoopie-cushion cue for you to write the Mike-and-botty comeback line.  Trouble is, I'm not stoned enough for the original material to be that funny anymore, and the scenes they chose aren't among the independently funniest in what little I remember of the movie itself. Which I would, likely, have to rent or something to give it full effect, and they own the rights, and.... oh Mike. Sometimes I just want to shoot you into space. But I'll probably enter the thing anyway.

I missed the Maniacs again. Dayum. It was last night. At this rate, I'll book them to play at my funeral and they'll send the wrong body.

Just saw a headline on the local paper's website: The Boss Passes. Oh shit, I thought, everything else this week and now Springsteen? Turned out to be just another panegyric for Steinbrenner, who was never just "the" Boss in my book. I did give him a Decent (for a Met fan) sendoff earlier this week on that other blog dere, and our neighbor Sally's family was promimently featured in an earlier article from the week about George's connections to Buffalo. (The "James Naples" in the article is her brother.)

I need to find more things to read. Suggestions?

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[thanatos-kalos.livejournal.com]

I need to find more things to read. Suggestions?

Rob Shearman's 2 short story collections are fantastic. Tiny Deaths is the first one and Love Songs for the Shy and Cynical is the second. They're fantasy, frequently morbid and funny.

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I see him. Library doesn't have any, dammit, but Amazon does.

Gracie:)