At the Riskies today. Yes. Today. Now. Go over there, nothing to see here.

Over at the Riskies today.

And isn’t this a great still?

Over at the other place today. Riskies ahoy!

At the Riskies today. Yay.

I’m talking graphic language at the Riskies. Much less salacious than it sounds.

Speaking of graphic language, one of my favorite movie scenes EVER (in a not very good movie otherwise) is Clive Owen’s speech to Julia Roberts in Closer, where he eventually says, “That’s the spirit. Thank you. Thank you for your honesty. Now fuck off and die, you fucked up slag.”

I’m back, at last, and am posting today over at the Riskies.

Will resume some regularly coherent stuff here next week.

At the Riskies today, talking about why I’ve been so scarce, and will continue to be so.

PLUS: Good news about friends!

At the Riskies, talking about puns and words and stuff.

I am not sure there is any more satisfying activity for an avid book lover than to discuss books and authors they love with fellow fanatics.

So grab that copy of Georgette Heyer’s Venetia, and join the Risky Read-Along! Details at the Riskies’ site and at the Borders blog.

(And, OMG, just saw that Richard Armitage is reading Venetia for audiobook–I already have Sylvester, thanks, honey!)

At the Riskies.

And, in case any of you doubted my guy’s ability to be both hyperbolic and kind of a good writer–this is from a piece he wrote recently (and he even spelled ‘maelstrom’ right!):

“I was in the Gettysburg Museum, and was silently crying my heart out in a maelstrom of anguish and depression.”

The piece then goes on to describe how buying a red plush teddy bear helped assuage the anguish. Because, you know, red plush teddy bears do such things.