I KNEW they played Cards Against Humanity together! I just KNEW it deep down in my soul!!!!
I love everything about this.
Here she is in all of her glory: the official cover for my memoir! I promise this book, which is scheduled for release in October of this year, will make you laugh, cry, and think about life from a new perspective. See below for how you can pre-order your copy TODAY! I’m also running a contest to give away some prizes if you reblog this, details below!
You can pre-order your copy of my book right now! I hope you will because my ultimate dream is for this book to be a #1 Bestseller! Grab your copy from any of these places:
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/laughing-at-my-nightmare-shane-burcaw/1118064959?ean=9781626720077
I want to give a big thanks to Matt Carr for doing the cover shoot with me. He’s the coolest dude and you should check out his site! http://www.mattcarr.com/
NOW FOR THE CONTEST! I will pick one random reblogger of this post and send to you a box of goodies with the following:
-An autographed Advanced Edition of my book (I get a couple of these to give to people way before the book comes out in October.
-A page from my manuscript
-Some handwritten haikus
-A picture of my cat
-Other fun surprises!
You have until Friday 3/21 to reblog.
Thank you everyone! Let’s see if we can get this on the New York Times Bestsellers List!!!
Let's do this.
So it’s no surprise that if I could put a flashing sign on this piece that said HAVE YOUR TEENAGE DAUGHTERS WATCH THIS SHOW, I would. They should see how strong they can be. Veronica doesn’t forgive people when they don’t deserve forgiveness (which young people tend to do) and she moves on from what holds her down (which young people often don’t do). There’s a lesson there.
Read more: Veronica Mars: A Return to the Scene of the Crime
Amy Winehouse sang of a deeply feminine suffering -
This is an excellent piece in the Guardian.
Pop music had often cast women as sweet, bright creatures, but Winehouse’s lyrics revealed something mulchier, messier. Here was a woman who refused to conform – not in the eccentric mad woman in the attic mould of Kate Bush or Björk, but a woman who chose to live a little wild, follow her heart and sing of the simple stew of being female. Her songs were filled with broad talk, cussing, drink and drugs and dicks, songs that could hinge on one magnificent, unladylike question: “What kind of fuckery is this?”
really was amazing.
Why did that get canceled.
And Veronica Mars.
And Party Down.