This is rumour control. Here are the facts:
- We're up to 35 independent book stores throwing Graveyard Book parties.
- Dark Horse has posted a preview of Drawing Down the Moon: The Art of Charles Vess.
- Livejournal syndicated feeds are borked up; it's not just us.
- For the record, I do not read Mr. G's email when he is gone, not even the FAQ line stuff. I only see things submitted via the Site Inquiry line.
- Mr. G is tweeting quite a bit again, so I expect this will be my final post for this outing. I remain, as always, your faithful web goblin.
First-time carver Charis sent the below image of a Coraline-themed pumpkin to Mr. G, who forwarded it to me, presumably for posting:
If you have your own carved pumpkin inspired by one of Mr. G's works, I'd love to see it.
[Journal as the opening to every Twilight book:]
All of my attempts at writing a new post had been in vain.
With ice in my heart, I stared at the blank text input field, then tabbed back to my inbox. Still empty. When was Mr. G going to send me something else to post?
Would I ever learn what he was up to in China? Would I live long enough for that?
The odds of that didn't look so great.
Somewhere, far, far away in the cold mountains of Chendgu, a panda sniffled.
(Oh, Edward...!)
[Journal as academic paper:]
A Dream and My Cardigan: Thematic Similarities between Neil Gaiman's The Goldfish Pool and Other Stories and Miley Cyrus' Party in the U.S.A.
ABSTRACT: Speculative fiction and tween music are both ripe with stories of alienated characters attempting to find their way through unfamiliar, often bizarre environments, be it high school or the submerged city of R'lyeh. Sometimes, the two genres may intersect, such as with Gaiman's The Goldfish Pool and Other Stories and Cyrus' Party in the U.S.A., both about a lone protagonist's arrival in Hollywood, and subsequent descent into madness.
EXCERPT: ...cardigan, calling to mind Bjork's mad, transgressive act of eating her own cardigan in response to her treatment at the hands of director Lars von Trier on the set of "Dancer in the Dark". When Ms. Cyrus sings, "Noddin' my head like yea / Movin' my hips like yea", she is describing her own ritualized expression of otherness, dancing in her own dark, so to speak, submerging in the dim "womb dentata" of a club full of stilettos.
Labels: I would totally write that paper as a lark if I was still in college, not making fun but having it, the goblin variations