Hi! It’s been awhile. Perhaps there will be more Gilmore Girls? Who knows?
Until that all gets worked out, I wanted to let you know about my newest project. I’ve recently launched an online literary(ish) journal called Glitterface.
How it works: I pick songs, you listen to the songs and then write a story inspired by one of them. Send them to me via the email address listed on the Glitterface submissions page and then I publish 5 stories a quarter. And guess what? I pay you CASH MONEY if I run your story.
($5 via PayPal. I make it rain a single Lincoln.)
It’s Christmas Eve as I write this. As required by U.S. Law, I must acknowledge this celebration by honoring my long-held, sacred traditions. My one tradition is posting the video of Patton Oswalt’s “Christmas Shoes” routine:
Hello! Welcome to my very first review of The O.C. Like with the Gilmore Girls before it, I’ve chosen to review this show because it was a popular show that I have never seen. I don’t know much about it outside it features very attractive people doing very sexy beach things. I think.
Hey look! A blog post that isn’t about food.
So, as I mentioned awhile ago, I self-published my graduate thesis on for Kindle and for Barnes & Noble’s Nook readers. I figured that I should do some sort of promotion for this because the internet is a giant place and unless you’re selling tits or cats not many people are going to find your shit.
My awesome thesis/short story collection/thing I paid a university way too much fucking money to let me write is called Waiting in Cold Storage.
Without further ado (and only one more mention of TITS!), I present to you a selection from my book.