EightCrazyNights:NaughtyTreeSongs-theWinner!

by SB Sarah Saturday, December 27, 2008 at 05:55 AM

Need another look at the tree? No? Well, let’s get to the winners, then.

Boy, oh boy,, did you guys Stand and Deliver when it came to cootch-tastic holiday songs. Holy crap.

Honorable mention to Kaishai for I’m dreaming of a white hoo-hoo and notably “Bonkin’ around the Vulva Tree. The actual song officially became 200% more bearable. Honorable mention also to AQ for the absolutely stunning version of “It Came Upon a Midnight Clear,” particularly for the use of the word “sapid.”

Melissandre gets mad props for instructing the Merry Gentlemen how to make the ladies more merry. Rev. Smooth can preach here any time, particularly if there’s a round of Gloooooria, White Frosted Vaginas on the hymn schedule.

Chantel is totally awesome for reminding us to rest our merry merkins.

But verily, the wiener, I mean, winner, is catburglar who delved to map new depths of utter wrong with the truly joyful version of O Come, O Come Emmanuel. The Rod of Jesse’s stem has never been so… frosty.

EightCrazyNights:Cheers!

by SB Sarah Saturday, December 27, 2008 at 02:45 AM

Champagne It’s nearly New Years, when thoughts turn to bubbly beverages - and, if you’re me, whether you’ll actually be able stay up until midnight without falling asleep on the sofa. I’m not frequently asked to make toasts, but I’ve always been fond of Here’s to you and here’s to me, friends may we always be! But, if by chance we disagree… Fuck ya! Here’s to me!

So what’s your go-to toast, or the toast you’d like to give this year, for yourself, your family, or your future? I’ll pick a comment at random, and the winner will receive a set of four Riedel champagne glasses. I wanted to send champagne but holy crap, you wouldn’t believe the insanity to send liquor across state lines in the US.

DocTurtleReadsMoreHeyer

by SB Sarah Friday, December 26, 2008 at 06:00 AM

Book CoverDocTurtle, the math professor with the golden compass and a long, long winter break, is back with more Heyer.

Part 3: Chapters 9 through 13

Oh, the intrigue!  This most recent installment of my Regency Romance Cliff’s Notes finds Bab flirting with Peregrine Taverner, her brother flirting with Lucy Devenish, Charles more and more busied by the buzzing of a quick-coming war, and the Duke of Wellington continuing to bitch about how ill-prepared is his infamous army for Napoleon “Don’t Call Me ‘Boney’” Bonaparte’s onslaught of Belgium.

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EightCrazyNights-BICHOKAccomplishments

by SB Sarah Friday, December 26, 2008 at 04:00 AM

From of the awesome folks at Ninth Moon, I have 3 sets of B.I.C.H.O.K. magnets for today’s prize. If you’re not familiar, that stands for “Butt In Chair, Hands on Keyboard.” This was my mantra earlier this year while writing The Book, and I love these magnets. They crack me up.

So, want a set? Leave a comment and tell us what task you are most proud of accomplishing this year.

Mine is no secret: writing the Bitch Book, when I’d never written a book before and didn’t honestly know if I could, is something I’m ineffably proud of, and I still get all giddy when I think about it.

So what are you most proud of this year that you did? Big, small, I’m curious - I’ll pick three winners in 24 hours.

FridayVideosWishYouaHoffyHoliday

by SB Sarah Friday, December 26, 2008 at 01:46 AM

When Hubby and I got married, our first dance was Blue Suede’s Hooked on a Feeling. For that reason alone, this particular version makes me dance like a fool. The addition of Hoff goodness only makes it more campy, more awesome, more… surreal. What is UP with the snowboarding on a toboggan?

And why is he in a fjord?

Ah, forget it. I should not question the Hoff, nor his majesty.

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