I think we found our wedding cake.  You know, cuz the lazers are GAY lazers.

Reblogged from fuckyeahfrosting:

Lazar cat frosting? Close nough’.

Maybe this is why my tumblarity is currently at 2

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Apparently, there is a new genre being built called “New Adult”.  For 20-26 year olds, with “more mature writing and ideas, but not full on adult stories.”

See (W)ords and (W)ardances - New Adult

Here’s another explanation:

But what about “postadolescent” fiction? That’s a bit harder to articulate. We, the “new adults”, have some perspective on our lives, but scope? We’re not old enough, we’re not experienced enough, we’re simply not grown-up enough. Our lives have immediacy, just as a teenager’s does, but we also possess the wisdom to understand that this immediacy cannot last for long. It’s a curious place in life and Dan and I feel that not enough fiction (or nonfiction) explore this nebulous time of life. The “quarter-life crisis”, if you will.

See Postadolescent or “New Adult” Fiction

As a devoted reader of genre and Young Adult fiction, I actually do not like the idea of this New Adult shizz.  It smells like marketing rubbish to me.  Trying to find a cash cow on both ends— authors who will write to it, readers who will buy those authors.

I like to think of Young Adult as a genre of its own.  Like other genres, some YA books crossover, some books are marketed to an audience that doesn’t suit or even surprises, and some people will always think YA automatically means not quite as good.  Creating a new genre is not gonna solve these typical genre problems.

Aside: How many “speculative fiction” aisles have you seen at the book store lately?

I feel like I’m going to turn the aisle at Borders and suddenly find a wall of graffiti fonts and Ed Hardy-esque logo ripoffs on every cover, with a big sign saying “New Adult”.  And all the books will be about vampires.

From Wonkette:

Colorado State Sen. Dave Schultheis meets Twitter, everyone.

We’re laughing too hard to type coherently right now… he… he didn’t… he didn’t mean anything about 9/11… when he typed the obvious 9/11 thing… that everyone knows about… oh my god…

State Sen. David Schultheis said he didn’t intend for a Twitter post accusing President Barack Obama of “flying the U.S. plane right into the ground” and ending with “let’s roll” as a threat or a reference to United Flight 93, which crashed during the 2001 terrorist attacks.

“Let’s roll” reportedly were the last words of Todd Beamer before he and other passengers tried to gain control of their hijacked jet. The plane crashed into a Pennsylvania field short of its intended target.

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“‘Let’s roll.’ It’s a comment people use all the time any more. ‘Let’s get going. Let’s move on. Let’s make major changes,’ ” Schultheis said. “I can see it now. But you’re busy doing jillions of things during the day. You sometimes don’t analyze every single word.”

Dave Schultheis, the dumbest liar since at least a few days ago. Dave Schultheis… Dave Schultheis for president or whatever!

Lately, I keep catching the same bus as the “Weeelllll,” guy.

When he talks to people, before he answers any question, he pauses. Takes a breath. And then, sighing, draws out a long “weeeelllllll,” followed by his reply.

No matter where I sit on the bus, I hear that “weeeeellllll.”

Once, he commented on how much he loves riding his bike around the city. Weeeelllllll, he’s been here, he’s been there, but he’s never been to Southeast because, weeeelllllll, he’s too scared.

Today, he climbed aboard wearing, I shit you not, an alpaca poncho. Exactly like those Peruvian flute players at the mall.

Weeeeellllll. Whatadouche, amirite?