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"e" is for "book"

leaping ever forward into the tweens, i've finally crossed the literary digital divide. "interference" is now available in e-book format! it's got all the unnerving, occasionally gut-wrenching, somewhat surreal fun of the original, but now it fits on your computer. or your ipad. or your phone. or your nook, which is something i'd never heard of before. it doesn't fit on your kindle yet, but it will shortly.

the print version is still available, of course, for those of you with some kind of physical object fetish. in fact, it will shortly be going into its second edition. the second edition will be exactly the same as the first, except that a couple of "printing errors" ["hey! we found typos!"] have been corrected. so those of you who have already bought it [or who buy within the next week or so] will have a collectors' edition and i'm sure it will be worth thousands of dollars one day. or at least, when i get more money, i'll be desperately trying to buy them back from you, so you can blackmail me.

both real and imaginary versions can be purchased right here.

for those of you who have bought from lulu in the past, you might want to know that:

1. you no longer need to register with them to order

2. they've adjusted their shipping rates so that it no longer costs more to ship than it does for the book

these are good things.

please remember that, while it's hardly porn, "interference" is intended for an adult audience and contains some content that might not be appropriate for younger readers. by that, i mean it's not nearly gross or violent enough to entertain most kids, so they'll be bored and you'll still feel like they're reading something that maybe they shouldn't so nobody will be happy. and i want you to be happy.

raves from the critics have included:

"not a good choice for fans of chick-lit."

"i hope this isn't inspired by real events."

"i think i'd like it even if you weren't my daughter." [thanks mom!]

"i sort of wish i hadn't read that."

many thanks to those who have shown support for my writing and who continue to come to this blog in spite of the fact that i remain me.


as long as you're here, why not read more?


i keep seeing this ad for tictac candies:

am i the only one who finds the suicide bomber clown at the end a little unnerving? all the nice natural things like the bunny and the [extinct] woolly mammoth and the fruit get devoured by a trying-to-appear-nonthreatening-but-obviously-psychotic clown who then blows himself up. congratulations, tictac, i think this ad has landed you on about a dozen watch lists.

oh and by the way, showing me that your product will somehow cause my stomach to explode in a rainbow of wtf makes me believe that doing consuming tictacs would be a worse dietary decision than the time i ate two raw eggs and a half a bottle of hot sauce on a dare.

mental health mondays :: where even the depressed ones are happy

this past week saw the publication of the annual world happiness report, a look at nations around the world and how people in each of them feel about their lot in life. i started following this a few years ago, and this year it occurred to me that it would be fun to look at how the happy places compared to the crazy places. i mean, what if those countries aren't really all that happy, but just have an extremely high rate of psychotic/ delusional disorders?

so, i set to work putting together a comparison. as it happens, that's a bit trickier than it sounds, because information on any kind of disability is more difficult to come by than you might think. and no type of disability is more controversial than a mental illness, which means that there are even more complications around definitions, seeking treatment, prognoses, record-keeping... it's hard to tell how reliable anything you're looking at is. [not that there aren't some good sources.]

and what sources there …

making faces :: soft touch

ah winter, how my lips hate you. it's too bad, really, because the rest of me likes winter, down to about -12 or so. but there's no arguing that i get dried out. nuxe rĂªve de miel is my super best friend at this time of year, even more so than otherwise. [i gave bite's agave lip mask a try only to find out i'm allergic to something in it.] but our [still] new apartment is somewhat drier than the old one [electric vs hot water heating], which meant that, for a long stretch, virtually every kind of lipstick was uncomfortable. the horror. [i wrote a post a while back about the formulas that are friendliest to chapped lips.]

faced with this dilemma, i decided to try something not exactly new, but [for me], out of the ordinary: being a gloss girl. now, i don't mind glosses. i buy them from time to time, and i used to buy more until i discovered that i just wasn't using them near enough to justify the continued purchases. my issues with glosses are that they feather…