...these are a few of the things we’ve learned recently.
This Blake M. Petit guy is more popular than we are. After we chatted with him (here), traffic to the Blog-O-Rama jumped by a factor of three. So, Blake, big guy? Next time you need a plug, you just let us know, you Louisiana wildcat. We’ve got your back.
To our surprise, After Things Went Bad floats in and out of the top 100 of Amazon’s paid s-f short stories section. For the last couple of weeks, it's been ranked just below an Arthur C. Clarke collection and somewhat higher than H.P. Lovecraft’s 99-center, At the Mountains of Madness. We’re surprised because, like Arthur and Howard Phillip, we haven’t done any marketing on the title in a long time.
The price of an Atheist’s Daughter e-book on the Zimbabwe black market? It's $100,000,000,000,000 – or, with less zeroes, 100 trillion dollars (plus shipping). Zimbabwe has struggled with mega-inflation for years and, in 2006, the country’s Reserve Bank flooded the country with money. If you, too, would like to be a 100 trillionaire, hit eBay, where you’ll find the currency going for a sweet $2.99. But you've gotta shop. Some of those sellers are asking $3.99 and $4.99, and that's simply too much for 100 trillion dollars.
It ain’t easy to get a Candy Butler. After our recent family reunion, Renee stopped at a California pharmacy and discovered the fellow on your left, whom she immediately named, ‘Buntley’. When her writing partner expressed some concern that (1) the airlines would charge greatly to carry a Buntley-sized box in cargo; and (2) $50 was too much to pay for a Candy Butler, she left her prize behind. Upon returning home, she discovered that Arizona is bereft of Candy Butlers – although a few enterprising internet marketers did offer this 36” marvel for the bargain price of $100 and up. Relatives were called, a box was shipped at no small expense, and if you ring our bell on Hallow’s Eve, Buntley will greet you at the door. Yes, he will, because Buntley is a talking Candy Butler. And Harrell has learned not to say a thing.
Watching: American Horror Story. Which is quite creepy and seems absolutely appropriate, considering the season.
Reading: Maxine Paetro and James Patterson’s Private. We were in the mood for cheese but the mood passed about twenty pages in. Remembering that life is short, we grabbed Elmore Leonard’s Road Dogs, instead.
Drinking: Santa Julia Reserva Cabernet Sauvignon 2009. And, to think, we could have purchased a second bottle if we hadn’t picked up the hardcover of Private.
This Blake M. Petit guy is more popular than we are. After we chatted with him (here), traffic to the Blog-O-Rama jumped by a factor of three. So, Blake, big guy? Next time you need a plug, you just let us know, you Louisiana wildcat. We’ve got your back.
To our surprise, After Things Went Bad floats in and out of the top 100 of Amazon’s paid s-f short stories section. For the last couple of weeks, it's been ranked just below an Arthur C. Clarke collection and somewhat higher than H.P. Lovecraft’s 99-center, At the Mountains of Madness. We’re surprised because, like Arthur and Howard Phillip, we haven’t done any marketing on the title in a long time.
The price of an Atheist’s Daughter e-book on the Zimbabwe black market? It's $100,000,000,000,000 – or, with less zeroes, 100 trillion dollars (plus shipping). Zimbabwe has struggled with mega-inflation for years and, in 2006, the country’s Reserve Bank flooded the country with money. If you, too, would like to be a 100 trillionaire, hit eBay, where you’ll find the currency going for a sweet $2.99. But you've gotta shop. Some of those sellers are asking $3.99 and $4.99, and that's simply too much for 100 trillion dollars.
It ain’t easy to get a Candy Butler. After our recent family reunion, Renee stopped at a California pharmacy and discovered the fellow on your left, whom she immediately named, ‘Buntley’. When her writing partner expressed some concern that (1) the airlines would charge greatly to carry a Buntley-sized box in cargo; and (2) $50 was too much to pay for a Candy Butler, she left her prize behind. Upon returning home, she discovered that Arizona is bereft of Candy Butlers – although a few enterprising internet marketers did offer this 36” marvel for the bargain price of $100 and up. Relatives were called, a box was shipped at no small expense, and if you ring our bell on Hallow’s Eve, Buntley will greet you at the door. Yes, he will, because Buntley is a talking Candy Butler. And Harrell has learned not to say a thing.
Watching: American Horror Story. Which is quite creepy and seems absolutely appropriate, considering the season.
Reading: Maxine Paetro and James Patterson’s Private. We were in the mood for cheese but the mood passed about twenty pages in. Remembering that life is short, we grabbed Elmore Leonard’s Road Dogs, instead.
Drinking: Santa Julia Reserva Cabernet Sauvignon 2009. And, to think, we could have purchased a second bottle if we hadn’t picked up the hardcover of Private.
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