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Got this as a spam from poets.org because nothing better than an overpriced book of bad poetry:

Last Chance:
Order by December 18th

There is still time to find holiday gifts for the poetry lover in your life on Poets.org. Place your orders before 3 p.m. on December 18 to ensure your package arrives by December 23. Available while supplies last.

Find these new items, as well as other notable books, CDs, T-shirts, and more at the Poetry Store.


The Color of Love: $85
Member Price: $76.50

Whitman Tote Bags: $10
Member Price: $9

Hands: $30
Member Price: $27.00





Great Poets Mugs: $9
Member Price: $8.10 Audio Archive Anthology CDs: $12 each
Member Price: $10.80

I wonder what morgue they use for the hands.

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And another double Wednesday Book Promotion Day. This week the two books are Blood Angel by moschus and To Serve and Submit by susan_wright

As usual this is cross-posted on book_pimp

What I'm asking you to do:

1. Click on the above links.
2. Add Tags.
3. Once you are at that link, hit the helpful or not helpful buttons for the reviews.
4. Hit those lists and guides and click on a few of those links.
5. Write your own List and include this book. Examples.
6. If you've read the book, write a review - both on your blog or on Amazon.
7. If you're interested in buying the book, buy it.
8. Go to Amazon and independently search for the book.
9. Copy this post into your own livejournal.

As usual this is the Wednesday Book Promotion. Help out as much as you can.

Thank You nihilistic_kid

The Left Behind Game

Discoveries

They were playing "My Humps" at Tower Records while I was gathering the crap to pay too much for and not eat for the rest of the week (i'll sell it on ebay in a few months) and I hate teh Black Eyed Peas even more than I thought. "My lovely lady bumps"??? That woman should be killed. Here's hoping that the "recovered" part of the "recovered from crystal meth addiction" is bullshit and that her face melts off soon.

The old dude in my creative writing class is sure cranky when you interrupt his wonderful ideas. But yelling "fuck you" back at him really makes him stop. Drunk bastard. Can tell by the nose.

I laughed very very hard at this week's Onion.

That's about it.

And I'm still bummed out that all the movies that I'm halfway interested in seeing are getting panned. Are there any good ones coming out this month?

And this one is thanks to jaylake

"Feed Me!" begged the packaging for 1996's Cabbage Patch Snacktime Kid. And much like the carnivorous Audrey II from Little Shop of Horrors, the adorable lineup of Cabbage Patch snack-dolls appeared at first to be harmless. They merely wanted a nibble—a carrot perhaps, or maybe some yummy pudding. They would stop chewing when snack time was done—they promised. Then they chomped your child's finger off.