i really like this post by paul carr, not because it defends publishers, but because it’s so snarky. i could rename the post “nsfw: stfu & stfd.”
Your copy of Coming & Crying will be hardcover, 168 pages, containing 24 stories by 24 people, sent directly from a box in Melissa’s apartment and carried in a series of bins by Meaghan and Melissa to the general post office in Manhattan, where a woman named Estelle Lee will release it — that’s the word — to you. It will come in a white envelope.
$28 ($24 + $4 shipping/handling/Estelle, which will ship in 2-3 weeks)
reblogging because yeah, you should buy, but also because you can buy it right in your dashboard.
cool.
F. Scott Fitzgerald art deco cover designs — the back flap bookmark is GENIUS. F. Scott Fitzgerald : CB-SMITH via design*sponge
i’m a huuuuge fan of jacketless books but it’s difficult to argue against a jacket that doubles as a bookmark, especially on the thicker volumes that can’t handle standard size flaps.
i mean, they’re also preeeetttttty.
All My Friends Are Dead. Check out the other 80-something pages, here.
(via prettyheartattacks)
There’s also an interview with the authors courtesy of Jay Hathaway on URLesque. It’s got a TOO SAD FOR THE INTERNET extra illustration.
why have i not purchased this book yet? am i just waiting for the entire thing to be .gif’d?
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(via qb1)
“devil town” by tony lucca, from the friday night lights original television soundtrack.
hoping connie britton and kyle chandler walk away with some well-deserved emmys tonight.
so sometimes (tuesday) i get low on the bus and instead of texting the right person for a pick-up or even going into the cvs right there to buy a tube of glucose tablets to chom i start walking home and my brain entertains all kinds of scenarios in which i die on the side of the road in a puddle/lake of my own sweat.
but then i realize that i’ve made it past the chinese food restaurant and my uncle’s driveway and i start laughing at the ridiculous thoughts that my mind can create when it is lacking glucose. i mean really, it’s just another 1/8th of a mile and my wobbly legs have made it this far even with my brain being preoccupied with ________ (whatever word you insert here would most likely make sense) so i just keep walking and doing some lamaze-esque breathing which is weird because i’m focusing on the breathing as if that’s what’s doing me in.
and then in a final act of crazy, while believing i’m gonna die, i just know that i’m going to blog about this (duh, die, then blog) so i stop to take a picture of how fuzzy things get when you reach hypoglycemic levels of stupidity. and then other times (today) i click through my camera roll and find this picture and try to figure out why it’s there and then laugh at myself (again) because not only do i do stuff like this, i actually remember it all and hey, look at that…i did blog about it.
i’m such a drama queen when i’m low.
so you’re saying that in order for me to properly view that fine set of abdominal muscles i need to walk into your store and get a pair of 3d glasses? sneaky a|x, sneaky. i almost can’t resist.
this is what 2 am will look like (as opposed to now, because i’m only on page 32 of catching fire.
the inside of the cake that the unicorn shat on! while cutting there was some double-rainbow-esque screaming happening. i try my hardest to incorporate internet memes into birthdays.
