I have this fanciful notion that I am in some kind of club with songwriters who have written songs with the same titles as mine. (Wrote a bit about this here. There are now twenty-one Another Yesterdays, not just eight, in the Another Yesterday Club, it turns out. Never heard any of them but mine, but I like to think we share a special bond, particularly Man Buffalo and Woman Good Eagle and I.)
Anyway, I came across this song on youtube just now:
Welcome to the club, Alex.
So the release date (Sept. 9) is quite a ways away but apparently they distributed some bound typescript manuscripts of King Dork Approximately at the ALA thing, resulting in the first review posted on Goodreads. Fortunately, it says it "definitely lived up to the first," which is a relief. (I mean I think it does. I actually think it's miles better, but you never know with the "public.")
Also snapped this screenshot of the goodreads page showing a five star average, just to remember what that looks like, as it will inevitably go down as all the various complaints come out of the woodwork and receive their just airing. But it will have been nice while it lasted.
Someone made this shirt and presented it to me at some point. I don't remember who it was or what the circumstances were, but I just stumbled across it in the T shirt archives so I wanted to say: thanks, whoever you were.
UPDATE: well, it turns out the mystery chick was our own Paige. Thanks, kiddo!
girl at cafe: What are you writing?
me: Oh, this and that.
girl: [noticing my T shirt] oh my god the Undertones!
girl: Are they the ones who do that lobster song?
me: Lobster song?
girl: [gets up and starts doing a spastic dance, singing] Rock lobster, rock lobster, rock lobster...
girl: Oh good, I fucking hate that song.
girl: Can you spare any change?
Just realized it is now possible to pre-order King Dork Approximately from Amazon.
When a friend of mine has written something, I'm grateful for the word "fantastic," which can either mean "really great" or "out of touch with reality" and you don't have to say which you mean.
The main thing that stands out for me in this story about an ID theft victim who spent 222 days in prison for the crimes committed against himself by another, is that no one in charge seems to care all that much whether or not they had the right guy.