Lily Burana: Strip City : A Stripper's Farewell Journey Across America
SUICIDE GIRLS reports the unfortunate passing of their tireless interviewer, Daniel Robert Epstein. He did so many great interviews, it was hard to believe he wasn't some high-tech info-bot running on digital tape and diet cola. I can vouch for his skill, knowledge, and easygoing style. I loved being interviewed by him, and I also loved reading his work.
DRE, you will be missed!
Oh, you think you're original, do you? Well, we are disabused of this notion all the time, particularly regarding objects of our affection. I ponder this hard fact today in SALON, when I pick apart my stalky-stalky Google-enabled crush on actor Hugh Laurie.
Like crushes, people tend to find articles about crushes to be insufferably stupid, and this piece, wherein I prattle along like Little Mary Sue Who, is no exception. But I'm still in the poser ranks of reader-hate, as has been brought to my attention by the alarmingly talented Mary Elizabeth Williams. "You haven't really made it," she says, "until someone says they're canceling their subscription because of you."
Maybe I'll get my "u r an idoit!" laurels with this one.
Don't ask alleged DC madam, Deborah Jeane Palfrey. She ain't namin' nobody.
In Sunday's WASHINGTON POST, I get all Op-Ed on her.
Not a darn thing to report personally, but I did want to say HI and also tell you that everyone's favorite cupcake queen and all-around nice, smart, social, super-connected lady, Rachel Kramer Bussel, has two gorgeous new anthologies out:
I like the parity of this pervery. Also, I like the covers. Additionally, I like Easter candy, so stop hogging all the speckled malted milk eggs and go get these fine books, which, I don't hesitate to share, fit quite nicely under the mattress. Christ is risen (almost) and stealth is awesome. Party on, Peeps!
I'm interviewed in Suicide Girls 2Day, if you want to see! The Pin-Up Girl photos didn't make it up, so here's a couple to satisfy any late-winter blahs--sun! surf! sand! The interview misquoted that I was modeling a MUMMY costume (Sexy mummies...we need more of them!) but, alas, it's really just a pedestrian MERMAID costume. Dang. Now I desperately want a mummy costume. Really, though, it all comes down to working with rock star photog Shannon Brooke and the whole Pin Up Girl crew.
My dog is TOTALLY cuter than yours. Click the photo to see!
He turned six yesterday, and in the dark of night, he treated himself to an entire tray of freshly baked brownies that was pushed alllllll the way to the back of the kitchen counter (what can I say? he's five feet tall on his hind legs, and 100 pounds of brute, carb-craving strength). When I came down to investigate the clatter of Pryex hitting the kitchen ceramic, he was sitting on his dog bed, neck stretched out like a stalking hyena, which is his body language for "please don't hit me, crazy blonde lady." I suspect there was an attempt to frame some OTHER dog by retreating to the dog bed when he heard me coming: "What? Wasn't me! I've been here the whole night! That brownie tray on the floor with the face-shaped crater in the middle? It must've been the OTHER guy."
Which really only works in a house with more than one dog.
CLICK for da proof.
Trip to LA? So fabulous. So freezing. We scarcely got the photo shoot out of the way before the snow fell in the mountains around Malibu (not that it wasn't PLENTY cold when we were there). This is for the upcoming Pin-Up Girl Clothing spring/summer line.
My sister-in-sequins is the luscious, adorable Carol from Saints and Sinners Bar. The shoot was jam-packed with pin-up cuties including (but not limited to) Heidi Van Horne, Brittany Mae, Masuimi Max, Dayna Delux, Amie Decker, and Violet! *sigh* Another spectacular styling effort by my bestest high school friend, Jeanette Valerie Iskat, the glam-savvy yin to my spazmodic, jeans-wearing yang. Big ups to our homeslice, Laura "No. You. Di'int!" Byrnes for bringing affordable pin-up hotness to the masses.
What I've posted is but a wee, casual snapshot from the shoot. The real-deal photos, by supremely talented Shannon Brooke, should be up soon.
STAY WARM by any means necessary!
Still here, though here and there of late.
Going to LA this weekend for work--fun work. I'm hoping that the writers at FOX realize they desperately need to hire me to pen the perfect love interest for House. I could come up with a girl who could melt that pill-popping, sarcastic, baleful-eyed pedant into a pile of pharmaceutical-grade Jell-O. Perhaps I shall loiter in the FOX lobby until they hear my views on this very important subject. Or perhaps I will just attend to the matters at hand.
Either way, more soon.
I normally don't bother sharing any photo in which I appear to have seventeen chins, however, I make an exception when a momentous occasion is captured.
Here I be at this weekend's Army/Navy game in Philadelphia, presenting an inscribed copy of TRY to Army Chief of Staff, Peter Schoomaker. (Hooah!) GEN Schoomaker is a Wyoming hombre and a huge rodeo fan. He was gracious enough to praise the cover (awwww!), and sensible enough to ask if the book had any racy scenes. (whistling innocently over here)
This was just a great moment in which my life as an Army wife and my life as an author converged. Thanks for looking, as they say on this thing called the World Wide Web.
