Denzel, Rose, Pottinger
Here’s author, MJ Rose with Denzel Washington.
Apparently, her and the old dude on the photo packaged his book, A Hand To Guide Me. (which has been on the best seller list for three weeks in a row).
I truly love that man. Big sigh.
Anderson And Kid Rock To Divorce
Four months. They were married for just four months.
I’ve never understood why celebrities are always in such a goddamned rush to get married. Whatever happened to living in good old fashioned sin, until you’re sure you can put up with your significant other’s nasty habits?
It really annoys me how easy it is to get a divorce these days. Whatever happened to working through your problems? Four months is hardly any time at all.
Oh well, no doubt Pammie’ll be married to someone else by the end of next year.
Fucktards, the both of them.
Anyway, is anybody taking bets on how long TomKat will last? I bet The Tall Guy two years. He was less optimistic and gave them till the middle of next year. Who says romance is dead…
Man shot to death by cops on his wedding day
Was he acting suspiciously? Did he have a gun? What was he doing? Getting blown to bits on your wedding day would probably count as having a bad day.
I heard that the car that he was in crashed into a police vehicle, but since when do we shoot people for crashing cars? This is why I’m kinda glad that here in England, beat cops still don’t carry guns. Gun crime is rife enough, but I know that the minute regular cops start carrying guns, the problem would treble in no time.
Mistakes do happen, but when a life is taken so recklessly, (did they really need 50 bullets for three unarmed men?) questions have to be asked. And answered.
I’m hoping for the sake of peace in the city that the men were real threats to people in the immediate vicinity. If it’s proven that they weren’t doing anything that warranted those cops to shoot them, there will be hell to pay. And rightly so.
Most black people will wonder if he was shot because his face was too dark. That was the first thought that popped into my head when I heard about this case. I guess that’s just a black person’s way of thinking. Anybody would think we had a persecution complex.
I just read the most recent post at Baghdad Burning. She’s talking about the Saddam Hussain verdict and the coincidence, timing wise, between that, and the congressional elections in the US, amongst other things.
This paragraph especially, caught my eye:
And that is what they died for.”
She talks a lot of sense, although I’m as glad as the next person that Saddam is going to hang, if only for his truly criminal facial hair.
Maili’s post about readers being gamblers got me thinking about how much longer I take in bookshops now than I used to do.
I used to go into the stores, zero in on my auto-buy authors, then browse until something caught my eye. I’d usually end up buying six or seven books, and there was always one book that had my blood pumping in anticipation.
This whole process used to take twenty minutes, tops.
Those were the good old days. As time marches on, and as I read more dross, I find that I’m taking longer to select books, and making fewer purchases.
I was in Borders the other day, and I was in there for over an hour and a half. I left with exactly two books, which were both reissues of Nora Roberts’s MacKade Brothers series. I wanted to see if they were as good as when I’d read them over ten years ago.
When I left the shop, I felt very frustrated at not having picked a book that made me want to rush home and read it immediately.
I felt cheated because that rush of anticipation wasn’t there, after all, I’d already read the books that I did buy.
I used to gamble a lot more, in terms of the books I used buy, but these days because there’s so much crap out there, I’m less willing to spend my hard earned pennies on books by authors I’ve never heard of. Sad aint it?
So, how long does it take you to buy a book these days? Are you an in and outer, or are you one of those annoying people like me who spends two hours browsing and ends up buying sweet FA?
By the way, I took a book back to the shop, for the very first time the other day. Surprisingly, it was a Linda Howard book. Almost Forever has to be the worst Howard book that I’ve ever read. Fucking annoying heroine, an arseholic hero who should have been drowned at birth, or neutured, and a storyline with more holes in it than OJ Simpson’s account of why he ran from the cops. Big. Effing. Sigh.
Words fail me… Actually, what the hell has he got stuffed down his trousers? *Shudder*
Cover courtesy of Mrs Giggles blog.
Yes, I did.
I’ve been in London for a couple of days, and today I was in a meeting with some clients, when I realised that my woman’s time was upon me.
Luckily for me, the client I was with at the time was female, and we had a fairly friendly, informal business relationship, so I was able to ask her if she had any tampons or sanitary towels, and God bless her little heart she did.
Thank Oprah for women who carry spare sanitary towels. What would we do without them?
(Pre-ordered)
After reading Linda Howard’s Shades of Twilight the other day, I suddenly got my appetite back for her books, so I went through my TBR shelves, and dug these titles out.
I bought most of the books (I pre-ordered Drop Dead Gorgeous just today) during the last Linda Howard glom, but I kinda got Howarded out before I could got to them. I love Howard, even though she constantly has her characters having sex without condoms, and they always seem to end up in caves, making out whilst being shot at.(g)
Just been to see Casino Royale with TTG, and all I can say, is out of two… I’d certainly give Daniel Craig one… (g)
Brilliant, brilliant, and bloody brilliant.
After all that hoo hah about him being blonde, I didn’t even think about it once whilst I was watching the film.
Dark, brooding, and sexy as hell, the quintessential James Bond.
He totally rocked.
I just read this comment from one of Miss Snark’s freakish fanzoids on Jenny Crusie’s blog:
JC, MYOB. It is never a good idea to publicly nail someone else’s ass to the wall defending a friend. Not unless it’s your intention to walk to the scaffold together. If so, martyrdom is admirable, but in most cases fatal.
Yes, as I recall Miss Snark did invite Miss Stuart for a hanging, but I’m sure Ms Stuart is more than capable of defending herself. And if Miss Snark invites you for a hanging Miss Jennifer, then I’m sure you’re just as capable of defending yourself.
Let’s stop all the drama queen stuff and get to the heart of the matter.
Publishers are at the top of totem pole. Authors at bottom. There is a certain standard of decent human behavior expected from the author at this level. It’s called gratitude.
With all due respect for your work as a published author, you may have climbed the totem pole a bit, but you will always be second to publisher. That means you must subscribed to the same standard of decent human behavior. Again, that’s called gratitude.
As long as Publisher is head honcho, he doesn’t have to be grateful. Of course, gratitude is always a great quality for anyone to acquire including the publisher, but let’s face it, they don’t gotta. That puts me, you and the Anne Stuart’s of the world in the mustta position.
I’d hate for both of you fine writers to learn that the hard way, and I’d really hate for you both to go down together. But it’s possible if neither one of you cultivates the fine art of gratitude as well as learning the fine art of grace, even in the face of getting dissed.
For the commenters, aka ex-snarklings, who just dissed Miss Snark…It’s not a good idea to burn a bridge this publicly, ‘cos if I recognize you, so will others.
Really, the best thing anybody can do that feels slighted is to keep mouth shut, and remember to be grateful for what you’ve been given.
This is me burning my bridges publicly, but then again, I’m not an important person in the publishing world, and certainly not as important as that great deity, Miss Snark.
God, I hate sycophantic fuckers who talk out of their arse.
This last comment just about had me laughing my tits off:
What a twat.
So just who the fuck is Miss Snark? Is she some kind of god, or just an ‘agent’ who thinks she’s Dear fucking Deidre?
And if she is this all important person in publishing, then how the fuck does she get the time to blog so damn much? I’m very envious of her time management skills, that’s for sure.
Know what I think? I think she’s a writer who couldn’t get published. Even if I’m wrong, we’ll never know, cuz she blogs anonymously.
Right, going back to reading now that that’s off my chest.
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