January 2010
dresspants asked: Hi! Your book is available for pre-order on Amazon.ca, and doesn't show up on Amazon.com at all. Is there anywhere else I can buy it now?
wordishness asked: What, if anything do you think will change as a result of your novel being published?
What, if anything do you *hope* will change as a result of your novel being published?
What, if anything do you *fear* will change as a result of your novel being published?
What, if anything do you *hope* will change as a result of your novel being published?
What, if anything do you *fear* will change as a result of your novel being published?
I said it out loud to normal, non-Internets, and...
So these people came to my house today from a big, glossy women’s mag to take some photos of me. It was surreal, anxiety-inducing, bizarre but fun. They were lovely, funny, professional women and made me feel totally at ease being plastered in inches of makeup, dressed in gauzy tops and stared at for hours.
Towards the end of the shoot (Ha! “the shoot”! OMGWTFBBQ) the director...
marleymarley:
Would you just look a how GLAMOUROUS Sniffy looks.
Gorgeous, babe. Just stunning.
Wow, thanks!
It’s amazing what they can do with cement these days, isn’t it?
<3
They will be here in ten minutes, the photographer...
Is there a way of crawling into the Internet? I think I saw it somewhere once in a movie. That’s settled then. I’m going to escape into the Internet. It’s safe and warm there.
dig-the-cat asked: "I fear that nothing will change. That I will"
That you will what, woman? Change? Learn to finish a sentence? Start to leave sentences unfinished?
What? WHAT? TELL US!
That you will what, woman? Change? Learn to finish a sentence? Start to leave sentences unfinished?
What? WHAT? TELL US!
atsirhc asked: I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU ABOUT THE MAGAZINE! it'll be wonderful and you'll be amazing! DON'T WORRY oh and also sending the good juju your way. ok, that wasn't really a question. HOW ARE YOU? there's a question. :)
socialismandrum asked: Take the piece you posted on Father's Day and add a couple of jazzy paragraphs connecting it to your book. Solved.
O HAI MARLEY.
*blub*
yowhatsthehaps asked: This isn't a question. I just miss you. <3
Watchtinyclicks:
Here We Go, San Francisco!
I summoned all of my creative energies and auras and released them into Final Cut to create a moving (both literal and spiritual) tribute to the SFTU. Please join me on this 1:55 journey into the ether of the soul oh god pass me the brain bleach.
But seriously folks, it’s all of my SFTU pictures set to a sweet Bouncing Souls song and tied together with...
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Me so glam. Not.
So this thing kind of happened.
Glamour magazine want me to write a 2000-word piece about me, myself and I and the influence my childhood and especially my relationship with my father had on my novel. This is squee-inducingly exciting, as Glamour is one of the top UK women’s monthly glossy wotsits, but it’s meant to be done by the end of tomorrow and I’m knackered and blue and...
My iJetlag is making me iCrazy
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No YOU'RE reblogging every single photo of...
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Who, me?
Oh, I’m just lying in bed with a coffee, looking through all the photos in the STFU group pool on Flickr and remembering the good times.
I’m laughing lots, squeeing a fair bit and there might even be a couple of tears now and then.
There might even be.
“We are the Internet. Suck it.”
– @sniffyjenkins, San Francisco Tweet-Up Director of Public Relations. (via atsween)
I tried using this line on my jetlag, to banish it, but it didn’t work. Jetlag does not care that I am part of the Internet, and decided to toy with me all night.
Stupid jetlag.
Luckyshirt
Dear Sir.
With reference to your recent reblogging of my latest photographical endeavour, may I present for your consideration the following possible explanations:
You are my muse.
You are my long lost twin.
You are my density.
You are the guy I steal photo ideas from.
Wait. No, not that one.
Muse. I’m going with muse.
Yours in airport hell, S Jenkins
At Heathrow
Deserted airports at one in the morning are strange and magical places.
And by “strange and magical” I mean “unnerving, confusing and smelling strongly of disinfectant”.
