Do you like FairyFaery stories? I dunno maybe you do. Do you like humor? Or Noir? Or some good writers writing things about things with wings? One of those might just describe you. Anyway. If ya ain’t, you can buy Bad-Ass Faeries now. See? Did I mention I’m in it? And that it’s good? And my story is called Futuristic Cybernetic Faerie Assassin Hassballah? Yeah. Go buy it.
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The never ending pile of things to do continues to climb up a damned wall. But that is to be expected, frankly. Nothing to be done about it, nor do I truly care. So what can ya do? Pimp out your friends!

The Hoax by Adrienne Jones is a wonderfully creepy, well-written book.

The blurb: How well do you know your closest friends? Are they loyal? Are they trustworthy? Are they human? A magnetic false prophet with an unnatural power to enchant; a government agent trying to profile an inhuman breed of terrorist; an otherworldly mastermind posing as an out of work beach bum. And the man in the middle, Patrick Obrien, a humble accountant who discovers his best friends are more than they seem. As he struggles to escape their trap to use him in a global catastrophe scheme, Patrick finds himself ensnared by the FBI agent, who pits him against the very people he is running from.

It’s a fun as hell read.

Or how about The Nature of Monsters by Ron Malfi? It’s one hell of a book.

Blurb time: Robert Crofton, a socially inept and naïve young farm boy, arrives in Baltimore to write his first novel and to reacquaint himself with an old home town friend: poet-turned-prizefighter Rory Van Holt. In an effort to resume their peculiar and mysterious friendship, Robert Crofton abruptly ensconces himself in Rory Van Holt’s circle of friends-and soon finds himself sinking deeper and deeper into the quagmire that is their lifestyle. They are corrupt and privileged socialites, damaged by extraordinary wealth, gluttony, greed, arrogance, and power. Dreamlike, the characters floating and out of Robert’s life with inebriated casualness while Robert’s innocence invites these characters to subtly abuse and ridicule him while also accepting him, for the purpose of their own relief against monotony, into their monstrous society. When Nigel Sweeny, Robert’s eccentric and doomed cousin, falls in love with Donna Taylor, Rory’s fiancée, they find themselves trapped in a bizarre and often contradictory love-quadrangle. The Nature of Monsters is both uniquely modern and delicately classic in its style and execution. The story is an exercise in human frailty and love, while exploring the struggle between personal gratification and the damning, acquisitive allure of monetary wealth.

Then again, while we’re on a Malfi kick, Via Dolorosa is fucking astounding.

Blrubed again: A young soldier and his wife go on an idyllic island vacation but they can’t escape a tragic past that is slowly unraveling their future, even as they try desperately to hang on to each other. A story of war, love, and moral fortitude, told from the perspective of a man who must reexamine his concept of everything he once believed to be right when everything has gone wrong.

And somehow the blurb doesn’t really start to get across how well written this book is. I had to stop reading to call Malfi and tell him how impressive this book is.

Then there’s The Orphan’s Tales by Catherynne Valente. She wins awards and shit. Orphan’s Tales won the Tiptree. For reals. So read it. Or something.
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Yeah, so anyway there ya go. A way too long post with a ton of links to thinks for you to spend money on. I’m so fucking helpful, huh? Seriously though, guys. It’s Weds morning and I feel like I’ve been slapped around by a dead squirrel, or some shit. I’m just wasted, so out of it I don’t even know what it is anymore.

Last night I dreamed that I got a good night’s sleep, to give you an idea.

Of course I am also facing down, unrelated, my big dilemma purchase. My phone (a Treo 650 that I adore) is getting kinda old and not always working quite right. I’m on Sprint, for the record, and so the 755p looks damn spicy brains to me.

But I have also been reduced to an iPod shuffle for the last six or so months, and I am getting really damned sick of not having all my music with me and so on and so forth. So a 60gig iPod is spicy brains, too.

But I can only get one this summer. Do I go for the new phone or the new music device?

(No, I do not want a different phone than the 755p, no I do not want to use it as my music player, no I do not want a Nano - I want to have all my music with me, not a damned subset again.)