Sunday, September 26, 2010

Sunday Funnies


Remember - Hubby's book comes out November 2! Want to help us sell millions of books? Yes, you do! Go to your local bookstore and let them know you'd like to buy The Deranged Stalker's Journal of Pop Culture Shock Therapy. If they tell you you can order it online, let them know you'd really like to buy it at the store (this helps make sure that they stock it in the store!) and not have it shipped. Now, don't get me wrong - any sale is a good sale, but we'd like to see lots of books in the stores, giant displays, and tons of customers!

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Sunday Funnies

It has been a very long time since I've done the Sunday Funnies, i.e. shamelessly promoted my husband's comic. But, the time has come again, and not only because his comics are seriously very funny, but also because he has a book coming out on November 2 published by Andrews McMeel (publisher of Calvin & Hobbes, Dilbert, Doonesbury, The Far Side - READ: It's a BIG DEAL!)

So, in addition to reading his comic here, I ask that you RUN to your nearest bookstore on November 2 and buy The Deranged Stalker's Journal of Pop Culture Shock Therapy. Or pre-order on Amazon.com, Borders.com, Barnesandnoble.com... you get my point. Monkey Man would LOVE to continue eating three square meals a day. No pressure.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

What Ever Gave You That Idea?

While spinning Monkey Man in the office on my big rolling chair tonight, he glanced up above my desk. There hangs three awesomely autographed Rick Springfield album and CD covers.

Cover #1: My very own copy of Working Class Dog that I got when I was about 7 that was signed after a sweaty hug from Rick during one of his forays into the audience a few years ago.

Cover #2: My very own copy of Success Hasn’t Spoiled Me Yet that I got when I was about 8. That one was signed after another breathtakingly sweaty hug from Rick during yet another journey into the audience and fabulous job of landing right smack in front of ME.

Cover #3: The Venus in Overdrive CD that I had signed at Virgin Records in New York City. That was the first official time I “met” him – read: walked up to a table, almost ready to pass out because HOLY FREAKING CRAP. Rick Springfield is smiling at me and waiting for me to say something unbelievably witty. Or smart. Or cute. Or sexy. Nervous vomit is not one of those.

After looking at the 3 covers with pictures of Rick, he turned to me and said, with his sly, sarcastic smile that he uses a little too much, “Do you want to break up with Daddy and get Rick Springfield to marry you?”

Oh, sweet, naïve Monkey Man. If only it were that easy.