So, Pasadena, do you remember that time I worked on a parade float for the Rose Bowl parade? When I had to take dried, halved peas and stick them to the side of a float which had been painted with glue, and then the glue got all over my hands, and then it dried and got all peel-y, and then I ran around sticking my gross, dried glue-y hands in people’s faces, going “AAAAAAH! RADIATION BURNS! RADIATION BURNS! AAAAAAAAAAH!”?
I’ve matured a lot since then, Pasadena. I swear.
And that’s why I hope, when I come to Vroman’s Bookstore on Tuesday, June 12 at 7pm, that you will choose to overlook my youthful indiscretions and come see me as I talk about a book in which people die by land worms, ice sharks and space badgers. As a mature person does.
And then afterward we’ll sip tea and talk about the tax code. That’s mature, too, right?
(Checks the “How to Be Mature” manual)
Right!
So, tomorrow then? Sound good? Yes?
Squeeeeeeeeeee!
(P.S. LA area people: I will also be in Burbank on Wednesday. So you have two chances to see me! Don’t worry, I’ll remind you about Burbank tomorrow.)







The Blatherations of Others