Walking Home From Cookers (Video)

Recorded last night as I walked home, a bit tipsy, from Night of the Cookers. I’m not really saying anything, but hey, I promised you more videos. Here ya go.

Oh, the song playing in the background is “She” by Tyler, the Creator featuring Frank Ocean. GOLF WANG!

That’s A Nice Handbag, Ma’am

This morning on the train, when an older woman stood in front next to me, my eyes immediately fell to her handbag. It was made by Dereon, Beyonce’s fashion label, and was constructed from fabric and patent leather with polished silvertone hardware.

I find myself doing this all the time now, and not just with handbags. Clothing, shoes, accessories of all kinds — I evaluate them all and attempt to discern the materials from which they were made and then I begin writing copy in my head.

Why Is It Easier to Get GUESTLIST in Barnes & Noble Than in My Local Bookstores? #GLIST

Before my debut novel GUESTLIST was actually a tangible object that people could purchase and read, I told everyone that it would be available at all the usual online book retailers: Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Powell’s. (Hey, Powell’s, what the hell?)

But people asked, “Well, will it be available at [insert local bookstore]?”

“Oh, sure,” I said. “I’ve spoken with them, they pretty much said they’ll be ready when I’m ready.”

Turns out that hasn’t been the case.

You see, despite my being a local Brooklyn author and the claims of my neighborhood bookstores’ desires to support and showcase the work of local authors, I’ve been getting the run-around from damn near everyone.

Drinking A Lot of Wine Alone is Not Lonely, It Is Romantic

Happy Friday, y’all!

I Simply Adore Nicki Minaj

It’s no secret that I adore Nicki Minaj. I think she’s super talented, and those who disagree are simply blinded by a baseless, unreasonable hatred for her. It’s one thing to not be a fan of her music; it’s another to outright deny Nicki’s talent.

In any case, the NY Times recently ran a piece written by Jon Caramanica that discussed Nicki’s place in hip-hop and pop culture, positing that she is the most influential female hip-hop artist of all time. It’s an assessment with which I’d agree.

Her sophomore album, Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded, drops tomorrow. You better goddamn believe I’m copping it right away. The tracklisting to PF:RR is below.

So, Kiera’s About to Pop, Right …

It’s not unusual for expecting mothers to host a baby shower to celebrate the arrival of the newest addition to the family. And it’s not unusual for the invitations to sometimes stand out, to have a little flair. So when Miss Kiera decided to plan her celebration of the birth of Ma’khi, she went with an invitation that would truly stand out.

Let’s see your invitations top this, Beyoncé.

Throwback Movie: Flesh Eating Mothers

Exactly what it says on the tin.

Co-written and directed by James Aviles Martin, this 1988 horror comedy follows the survival efforts of a group of people after the spread of a mutant venereal disease turns the entire township’s mothers into zombie-like cannbials. Terror + hilarity ensues.

What say you, Amazon?

It’s just another day in your typical Middle America town. The children diligently head off to school, fathers leave for the office and mothers spend their day working hard to make certain the family returns to a clean house and a warm dinner on the table. Today may begin like every other day in this town of good, solid values, but children become suspicious when their mothers begin developing some very peculiar appetites. “Flesh Eating Mothers” is a non-stop cult action/comedy that tells the story of a kid’s worst nightmare: becoming dinner! One by one, mothers are infected with an unusual virus that makes them develop bottomless appetites. When they run out of food they simply walk next door, not to borrow a cup of sugar, but to make a new recipe with the neighbors as the main ingredient. The children begin to realize that their mothers are preparing some of the strangest meals for dinner and react with mixed emotions. Should they run away or even worse, kill their own mothers to end the mayhem? Add a pinch of police corruption and a dash of a cover up in the coroner’s office and you have prepared a film deliciously destined to be a cult classic romp.