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A few weeks ago I announced that I was signing 5,000 bookplates to go out for free to people who preorder my book - and who don’t live outside of the US, and who don’t have a PO box, and who aren’t left-handed dentists. (I may have made up that last one.)

Yesterday I finally finished and then all of my fingers fell off. But it was hugely relieving to be done and I decided to celebrate the accomplishment with a photo, which then became a three-part-series.

1. Me, after signing the 5,000th bookplate and then playing Jenga with them.

2. Me, after Victor pointed out that I’d missed a big box of bookplates and had at least 1,000 more to sign.

3. Me, innocently plotting Victors’ painful demise right after he told me that he was just fucking with me.

There are still a couple hundred signed bookplates that haven’t been spoken for so if you preorder a book make sure you go over here and fill out your info before they’re all gone.

Also, if you’re Canadian, there’s at least one Canadian-based contest going on right now.  I’ll keep you posted on other stuff as it comes around.

A very special thank you to everyone who has bought or is planning to buy, borrow or steal my book.  I owe you a drink.  And a huge shout out to Doctor Who and The Guild, who made this long, strange ordeal distractingly awesome.

And now I will never sign my name again.  Instead I’m just drawing pictures of cat faces.  Get ready for the book tour, y’all.  There’s gonna be a lot of kitty faces and confused autograph-seekers.  Or possibly just me sitting alone while the bookstore cashiers look at me with pity and/or disgust.  That’s a possibility too.

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My friends (Clint & Luke) have a comic book they’ve been working on forever and a year ago they asked if I’d mind my writing gracing the back pages of their series, Taroch (which is brilliant – and I’d say that even if I didn’t already  love them).  They sent me the latest issue and it’s just as fabulous as the last, plus I have a new comic panel right after a story about the most amazing zombie fighting transvestive ever.  In short, you should buy this comic.  But in case you can’t afford to support struggling, young artists but still want to see what they can do, they let me post my panel here.

(FYI…I’m not being compensated in any way whatsoever for this.  I just happen to adore them.)

PS. They’ll be signing copies at the London Super ComicCon this weekend.  If you’re there, say hi.  And dress up as me.  Because technically I just became a recurring comic book character.

Life is weird.

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Earlier this week I told you about a tiny, dead weasel I dressed, adopted and named Juanita.  Within a few days she had her very own meme and a line of products.  Kinda fucking impressive for a dead weasel, if you ask me.  And possibly a little cocky.  Regardless, she brought joy and laughter to many, and several of you will be getting emails about free Juanita junk because you entered something bad-ass into the meme contest, but the ultimate winner was a personal favorite of mine from Bart Smith:

Look closely. There are 15+ bloggess-isms here. (It's bigger on the inside.)

For being awesome and amazing at photoshop (seriously, click here for a giant version), Bart wins a tiny, resin Juanita statue, which looks as if Juanita was frozen in carbonate, but more colorful.

Juan-ita Solo

(Click here to pick up one for yourself.)

And in other news, it’s Sunday, which means it’s time for the weekly wrap-up:

What you missed on Ill-Advised:

What you missed on my satirical sex column:  (Moderately safe for work if your boss isn’t a complete douche-canoe.)

What you missed on the Houston Chronicle:

What you missed in my shop (tentatively called “Eight pounds of uncut cocaine” so that your credit card bill will be more interesting.):

What you missed on the internets:

This week on shit-I-didn’t-come-up-with-but-wish-I-did-because-it’s-kind-of-awesome

This week’s wrap-up brought to you by my amazingly talented friend Sylvia, who wrote a fabulous ebook that costs less than a coke.  It’s called Fear of Landing: You Fly Like a Woman and it’s her true story about learning to fly after being told by a man that she can’t.  The perfect inspirational gift for your daughter (or son).  Plus, it’s less than a dollar and only takes an hour or two to finish.  EVERYONE WINS.  I highly recommend.

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UPDATED: Weasel algebra

February 15, 2012

in Random crap

If you don’t know who Juanita Weasel is yet then click here.  Then come back.  Ready?  Awesome.

My friend Ruth made this for me and it’s so fantastic I can’t not share it:

And that is the math of Juanita Weasel.  Also, several of you have asked if there’s a blank Juanita template you can use to create your own version of a screaming weasel.  Answer:  Of course there is.  Click here, sweet things.

UPDATED: If you’re not on twitter you are missing the amazing awesomeness of a juanita meme that just keeps on giving.  I can’t even keep up with all the bad-ass Juanita renditions so if you made on, leave a link in the comments here so the world can enjoy.  As a small token of my thanks for making me laugh my ass off, one of you will get a free Juanita poster.  Either the safe-for-work one, or the profanity-laden version.  Your choice.

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Almost a year ago today I asked Wil Wheaton for a picture of himself collating paper. Weeks later he realized that I was relatively harmless and acquiesced. And the internet rejoiced. Twenty two hours ago Wil Wheaton asked me for a very special picture of the infamous Juanita the Weasel in exchange for being my best friend for a whole day.

This, Wil Wheaton, is for you:

PS. I choose a sunny day in March and I’d like there to be ponies involved. Or monkey butlers. Either one. I’m not picky.

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