Unless I'm forgetting someone else's upcoming book, which is entirely possible, as I am a flake. Any old way:
Yes, it's more or less the day you've been waiting for. Not when you can actually buy and read the book, but rather the day you can pre-order the book. And then later, weeks after the check or whatever has cleared, you get a book in the mail. And say, "Hooray! Free book!" At least if you're me, and have the memory of a goldfish, and never, ever look at your check or whatever statements, as you find them depressing.
Yes, I suck at the sales pitch. The Author (doesn't that sound cool? The Author.) does a much finer job of it. And this flattery will, with luck, keep her from noticing the alt text for the image up yonder.
Without luck?
I expect I can bribe her with more Pixies and Robin Harris cds.
And wouldn't you want to read the thoughts of someone who likes the Pixies and Robin Harris?
Er, is anyone else out there familiar with both of 'em?
Update: And while we're not on the subject, Twin Cities readers are reminded that tomorrow night brings you an opportunity to booze it up meet and greet Abigail Garner, from 5:30 to 7:00 p.m at Kieran's Irish Pub.
And I'll refrain from making any jokes about boozing it up with Jen.
Except for that one.
I am so not cheap.
Much.
I was all going to be nice and offer to buy you a Red Bull and voddy at the Abigail Garner thing until I saw that, too. Bastid.
Seeing as I'd have to drive us up to Minneapolis and back, love, think I'd have the Red Bull without the vodka. :-) But you author types could get all boozy.
And I just meant the book was inexpensive.
Really.
That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
Be nice, or I won't buy your smokes next time.
Why does the devil make you lie?
And oh, Minneapolis. I didn't see that.
Remember that I'm a natural blond.
But so are you. Negro my ass. Everyone knows you're really Swedish and that you're sporting some bad self-tanner and a Rasta wig.
Ok, that's it. You can get your own Virginia Slims next time, sweetie.
That'll learn ya.
Also, I think I gave you only one cd of a two-cd live concert set. I shall keep the second hostage, contingent on your improved behavior. And shit.
Thanks for the ones you gave me, by the way. You're very sweet, at times.
I am familiar with Pixies and Robin Harris and enjoy both thoroughly - though not necessarily together. I miss that man!
Robin Harris touring with the Pixies would have been the shit.
And don't get all squiffy, Aaron. You know I love ya more than my luggage.
Awww. You two are so cuuute w/your bickering...
Neo, we are not bickering.
We're discussing the important issues of the day.
Like how much I'm'a smack Jen next time I see her.
Ayaba, he was one of the good ones. I hear only they die young. Which is why we only got rid of Reagan. . . well, considering the coverage, we still ain't rid of him yet, but give it another few days.