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Lovely. Same director as The Nightmare before Christmas, which makes sense. Via Neil Gaiman’s website.

I had to come up with some “crazier than a…” smilies yesterday. Here’s what I ended up with: Loonier than a Canadian dollar. More out of whack than a broken paddleball. Flakier than a dandruff commercial. More out of kilter than a naked Irishman. Kookier than a mountain of snickerdoodles. So what can you pull

The Book Thief, by Markus Zusak This book should have been unreadably awful for the YA audience. The writing is full ofKurt Vonnegut-isms: ***A SMALL QUESTION AND ITS ANSWER***And who do you think was made to clean the spit off the door each night?Yes–you got it. The ending is unrelentingly awful (and spelled out at

I can’t find a good link to a song I want, so I’ll post the one I did find. It’s a cover of Dire Straits’ “Romeo and Juliet” by the cover band The Alchemists. The college radio station plays a mysteriously-unnamed version from time to time, and this is as close as I could get.

Yours truly is blogging at the food journals over at Accidental Hedonist. Sometimes yours truly even gets on the front page. But mostly not.

Turns out, whenever you learn something new about writing, it’s a bad day, or at least a day where you want to smack yourself in the head. D’oh! Two things (the third being “try using a storyboard next time”) I learned today at the PPWC February Write Brain: Go through your first chapter and put

For my brothers, mostly. Psychostick: Pluh and Beer is Good! …But then, they like a lot of Weird Al. They say beer will make me dumbit are go good with pizzanow that we have drunk some beerlet’s go drive a car… They remind me of Primus, so I’ll add some of that here. (Yes, it’s

Cookthink has a new feature, “What are you craving?” Click on “my cookthink,” sign up for a free account, and tell them what you want–ingredient, dish, cuisine, mood, or just type it in: Nutmeg (ingredient) + Grill (dish) + Contrast (mood) = Chicken in Parchment with Carrots, Tomatoes, and ChickpeasGrilled Orange-Rosemary Lambchops …and something completely

My Own Kind of Freedom. Kind of says it all, eh?

If black humor, the humor which dare not speaketh its name, is not your thing, don’t click here. And especially not here. Update: Or here.