Caroline’s Gun

Lipstick Kiss

I had a Tweet the Meat piece go up yesterday, but I was so busy running around and enjoying the Labor Day Weekend that I totally forgot to put it up.  You can see it here.

 I just finished reading Kurt Newton’s illustrated chapbook”Black Butterflies” and it was fantastic.  It was beautiful with a high quality, glossy cover, and the story was just amazing.  Dark, surreal, tragic and full of heart, “Black Butterflies” is one of Kurt’s best.  Not to mention that he personally signed every copy, which is just awesome.  I might hold him at stiletto point and force him to sign my copy of Life Among the Dream Merchants and other Phantasies at KillerCon.  Or I could just ask, but where is the fun in that?

Cate Gardner’s “The Sour Aftertaste of Olive Lemon” arrived yesterday, and I can’t wait to read it!  It sounds delightful. 

All of this makes me realize that I want a chapbook.  I’ll love it, hug it, and name it George.

I spent over an hour with the computer people today.  I received this sexy beast for Christmas, and I’ve already gone through two adaptors.  They didn’t seem especially sympathetic to my plight until I used the phrase “caught on fire”, and then suddenly life changed as they knew it. Well, whoops.  Until my new adaptor ships out, I’m depending on the kindness of strangers.  I swiped my husband’s adaptor, which can power the computer, but can’t charge it.  So the second he wants it back, my computer (which is at 0% power) will spiral down into the depths of despair.  So perhaps when I show up at the Interdimensional Wormhole next, I can borrow somebody else’s adaptor enough to at least charge the thing. *coughMASONcoughcough* 

Leech, they name is Mercedes.

I’m sorry that I’m behind on my blog reading, but with Ruby Soho here crashing at the most inopportune moments, I haven’t dared deviate away from the most vital things.  Hopefully I’ll be able to catch up soon.  I quite enjoy it.

Random things: I want vanilla ice cream with crushed pineapple on it so badly that I could die.  Or murder for it.  And I discovered two new loves:  stellastarr* (Thanks, Shiney!  I owe you forever!) and Cover Girl Outlast Lipstick in Ever Red-dy.  It’s a vintage looking red, it isn’t drying, and it didn’t end up A) on my Coke glass or B) on my husband’s face.  Spectacular!

Enjoy, everybody.

0 Comments on “Caroline’s Gun”

  1. Consider my power yours. (Sounds like bad fantasy dialogue)
    I’ll try to remember to bring it tomorrow so’s you can borrow it until we gather at the interdimensional wormhole. (kinda like the watering hole but with more gravity)

  2. and eh, is caught on fire, a metaphor? did your laptop actually catch FIRE? can they do that? you’ve made me distrust that which i love…

  3. Yes! Chapbook parties! I’ll make cupcakes.

    Ha, Samantha. Although our computers are wicked little things that suck away our souls, the damage was a long time coming. The rubber around the head of the adaptor broke away and was revealing wires. It was sparking, which was exactly what happened with the old adaptor. It never actually caught fire, but I told them that I was afraid it was going to. They’re replacing the adaptor because it’s still under warranty. All is well in Laptop Land.

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