Author: Kris

No more Bozo? That’s so sad! I can remember watching Bozo every morning at the babysitter’s when I was, like, four. Seriously, my greatest wish in the world at that time was to be selected for the Grand Prize Game. The kids they picked were always so terrible! I knew I would’ve won the bike. (I came across the Grand Prize Game at an arcade once as a grown-up and embarrassed everyone in my group by insisting to play. I won though, dammit.)
 
I especially liked the quote by Billy Corgan about Bozo’s influence on kids in the Midwest. And what about Cookie? They write an entire article on Bozo, but don’t mention the most famous clown sidekick other than Sideshow Bob? *sniff* Awww, I’ll miss you, Cookie.

Weirdness. I’m on a new project so I just got moved back to the other office today. As my old desk was taken, I had to take the remaining empty spot… right next to Snookums. Which basically means that we’ll be spending 24 hours a day within four feet of each other. A bit much? What do you think?

Great. This is not the type of thing I wanna hear two days after landing at Heathrow myself. And why did they make a point of mentioning that the trainee was female? Grrrr.

CoverAmazon has finally listed The Wind Done Gone for sale. (Amazon UK doesn’t seem to have it, so I went ahead and ponied up for international shipping.) Huh. I thought it wasn’t supposed to be available for a few more weeks. Anyhoo, take a look at that cover. They’re really playing up the “It’s a parody, so the Mitchell estate can bite us!” angle, aren’t they? I’m exceedingly curious to see how this turns out. I’ll keep you posted.

Parents have no sense of irony. I wore my “goddess” shirt in front of my mother last week and she didn’t complain. Of course, I’m not 14 anymore either. But still, we were figuring out our “porn star names” on the school bus in eighth grade, and I don’t know anybody from my class that went on to make X-rated films.
 
Oh, and I really don’t appreciate the way this article goes on and on about the horrors of teenage girls wearing promiscuous slogans, but barely mentions the fact that just as many boys wear this stuff too. *PUKE* I suppose boys are just crude and expected to get off on this stuff, while little girls are like tiny delicate flowers that must be protected? No wonder these chicks get a kick out of shirts that read “Hottie” and “Good Girl Gone Bad.” I would too.

You’re probably thinking, “Okay, Kris. You’ve been back from vacation for 24 hours already. Where is the 17-page photologue with in-depth commentary that we’ve come to expect?” Wellll… it’s coming. Unfortunately I was a lazyass and didn’t take many pictures. My sister, however, did, and she’s scanning them all in for me to use. So fear not, the Great Narrative of My Life will continue very soon.

Hmmm… Could that fire at HarperCollins’ London office this morning have had anything to do with this? There’s no justice like divine justice. Now leave my Narnia alone, bastards. (Link courtesy of John.)
 
Update: Snookums found out that it wasn’t a fire, it was merely the building’s diesel backup generator kicking in and coughing up some smoke. Darn. Snookums also pointed out that what HC is doing to Aslan is no different than what Disney have been doing to his beloved Winnie-the-Pooh for years. Good point.

What a fun day back! On my walk through Hammersmith this morning, I was startled to find that all the lights were out in the pedestrian subway. They were also out in the Hammersmith Broadway shopping center… and all the way down King Street… and all the way to my office. The best part was that the traffic lights on the Hammersmith Roundabout were dead, which meant that crossing the street became a life-and-death chicken game. I sent a quick text message to Snookums to enquire whether the other office was dark as well. He called me to report that they were all standing outside, as it looked like the HarperCollins building was on fire. Lovely. And it appears that all this mayhem was due to a construction worker that accidentally cut a major electrical cable. I have to admit, it certainly livened up the Monday-after-vacation.