Half of what I say is meaningless

Hello from Salt Lake City! I am here visiting the most excellent and amazing theamusedone. His cats are adorable, and we are going to watch some Avatar:The Last Airbender now because I have never seen it and it's all anyone is talking about these days, when they aren't talking about The Avengers.

I was able to read an uncorrected proof of Aloha from Hell, the new Sandman Slim novel by Richard Kadrey, and it was amazing. Amazing x 10000000000. Actually, corrupviridian, who got ahold of said Important Document, said it best in the following text:

"richard kadrey has jumped the shark with a robot-powered velociraptor* for values of shark-jumping that are AWESOME."

So...when this book comes out in October you should all buy it in hardcover. Because it is a really, really excellent book. And because these hardcovers are the small, easy-to-hold, adorable kind of hardcover. They have a very pleasing shape, okay? And if by some chance you have not read the first two Sandman Slim books (Sandman Slim and Kill the Dead) you should go out and buy them and read them. They are also amazing. The paperbacks are not as satisfying to hold, but they are still filled with the same amount of awesome. You could also borrow them from your local library. That would also be awesome.

The entire series fills me with glee! Unholy glee! And there will be more! I am pleased by this. The series is violent, over the top, hilariously funny, and filled with profanities of all sorts. There's sex and death and un-death and Czech porn stars and angles and demons and monsters and LA and magic and Hell and zombies and vampires and Lucifer and it's totally disgusting and amazing. The main character is an asshole and also a pretty good guy. His backing band are also excellent. I love them all!!! I adore these books and never want them to end. I made my dad read the first book and he kept saying:

farwing's dad: "This book is really weird."
farwing: "But you're enjoying it, right?"
farwing's dad: "Yes, but it's really weird."

I love my dad a lot and he's pretty weird himself (but it different ways). (I come by my weird honestly.) He read and enjoyed the second book too.

So...if that's your kind of thing then you might want to check these books out.

I am going to eat lunch now. I might be slightly low-blood/sugar-crazy. But I stand by this post! Also I got something like 9 hours of sleep last night so I'm sort of...distressingly well rested. It's rather odd.


*how is "Velociraptor" not in Dreamwidth's dictionary? It's a very important word!

So...last night instead of going immediately home and going to sleep as would have been sensible, I walked down to The Garment District (which is a used clothing store in Cambridge and not, in fact, a district at all) and got two pairs of jeans and a nice skirt and a silly shirt and then I thought to myself, eh, I'll just pop into the used shoe section to see if anything amuses me.

I found a pair of essentially unworn brown vintage Fluevog angels in my size for $40. I just checked the Fluevog website and based on the heel (which is chunkier and looks a lot different than the other angels I have) I would say they were from around 1989, which is when Mr. Fluevog started making angels. Holy shit. I guess someone kept these cute little boots in the back if their closet for twenty years?

So that's possibly all of my used clothes shopping luck for the entire year right there and I'm okay with that.