Look at this: The Village Voice has a big, gushy article about my pals Justine Larbalestier and Scott Westerfeld, talking about how cool they are and how everyone loves them and how they smell nice and everything. Well, it’s all true.
Remember, kids: Scott and Justine are the Guests of Honor at this year’s ConFusion convention, which is just four weeks away, and at which, incidentally, I am Toastmaster. Oh, yes. There will be revelry. You miss this, and, well. You’ll spend the rest of 2008 weeping, that’s what you’ll do.
Well, crap, I will be weeping, since my mother will be visiting that week. Have a blast…
I didn’t know that Delia wrote as well as being a sculptress of dangerous art.
Whoo-hoo! Oh, they look so cute! And that nice plum is a really great color on Justine …
Love you, love the blog, but I’d rather pumice Ann Coulter’s feet than go to Detroit in January.
I’d be willing to brave Detroit in January, but the Lottery Fairy persists in not showing up.
You shouldn’t be able to see the top of the skull on anyone in the Young Adult Lit crowd.