Jennifer Crusie's Blog: Argh Ink

So I checked the Argh comments and answered them, went back to the dashboard to check links, and saw that Mary Stella had just posted the St. Anthony chant. Cute. Then suddenly the dogs wanted out, so I took them out onto the terrace and thought, Okay, retrace your steps one more time. Nothing. So I walked around the edge of the terrace where I have not been since last spring and there it was, leaning against one of chaises on the river side. It sat out there through a rainfall and a snowfall, but it’s waterproof nylon and everything is fine. I just don’t know how the HELL it got there unless St. Anthony dropped it off from the other dimension it had fallen into. So now I stand in awe of St. Anthony and Mary Stella and Argh Nation in general. Thank you all very much.

Must go light a candle to St. Anthony now.

Edited to add:
Since people want details . . .

I traced my steps by crossing the terrace from the house to the gate:

Then I turned around and came back to the terrace from the gate:

And I looked at the chairs:

And then I went around the outside of the terrace:

See. NOT EASY TO FIND.
And yes, I know the flagstone needs weeding. One thing at a time.

Every time a disaster hits, I worry about the Argh people there, except most of the time I don’t know where “there” is. I know Strop and Ag are in England but I’m not sure where (Yorkshire for Strop, maybe?); I’m betting Brussel Sprout is in Belgium and CologneGirl is in Germany, but I could be kidding myself; I know we have several people in Australia, but that’s a whole continent; and I don’t know where the hell Marly and Ryan got to (phone home, guys). And then there’s the USA Arghs, they’re all over the damn place. So I thought, “We need a map.” Then I thought I’d better run it past you before Mollie spent hours making one.

So here’s what I was thinking, which would obviously be completely voluntary: You’d e-mail your username (not your real name) and your location (nearest big city is fine) and we’d put you on a clickable map that would look something like this: read more >>

1. Roommate announces Thursday night that she’s getting married on Saturday. Congratulate her. Accept when she asks you to be maid of honor. Try to remember what maid of honor does besides stand there. Roommate says they have found a great place to get married near Easton in Columbus. Tell roommate that’s a five-hour round trip with kids and you hope she has a nice time. Go back to work on vastly overdue book until the dawn breaks and kids leave for school. Roommate says they have found a place in Cincinnati to get married. Congratulate her and tell her you’ll be there. Go to sleep.

2. Wake up four hours later and realize that sick puppy is about to run out of special dog food and wedding is tomorrow. Better get a card. Drive to the vet’s. Wake up as you drive. Realize that putting on underwear does not constitute “dressed to leave the house” if dressed in striped sweats and a T-shirt and wearing houseslippers. Realize at twenty-one, this is cute; at sixty-one, assisted living is in near future. Park at vet’s. read more >>

This post is such a cheat because (a) I just did a Good Blog post yesterday and (b) Lani linked to it first on her blog which is where I found it. But really, Allie Brosh is a genius.
read more >>

Welcome to the Kristina Douglas interview.

JENNIFER: Welcome. I’m Jennifer Crusie and I’m delighted to be talking to . . . who are you again?

KRISTINA: Oh my god, it’s Jennifer Crusie! I’m so honored! I’m Kristina Douglas, demure debut authoress extraordinaire!

JENNIFER: Of course. Welcome, Kristina. So you have this fabulous new series about angels. I love angels. Those fluffy wings. The shiny halos. They sound very sweet and inspirational.

KRISTINA: Not mine. They’ve fallen. In fact, they’re called The Fallen. They are sleek and dark and just a little bit nasty. In bed.

JENNIFER: In bed? There’s SEX in these novels? Oh. Not quite what I was thinking. So, dark angels having sex. Reminds me of Anne Stuart. But enough about legendary authors, tell us about your first book, The Fallen: Raziel. What’s that about? read more >>