Bill Bryson’s The Road to Little Dribbling (LOVE him. I swear, he could urp on a napkin and I’d enjoy reading it)
Koko the Mighty by Kieran Shea.
I know nothing about the author OR this series (this is the second) but Koko’s background is this:
Five hundred years from now, ex-corporate mercenary Koko Martstellar is swaggering through an early retirement as a brothel owner on The Sixty Islands, a manufactured tropical resort archipelago known for its sex and simulated violence. (source)In this one:
With an outstanding Ultimate Sanction bounty still on her head, Koko Martstellar (ex-mercenary and saloon madam extraordinaire) and Jedidiah Flynn (former orbital sky-cop) have narrowly escaped death in paradise. (source)
C’mon, how can I go wrong!?
|Hunny Pie and me – a VERY realistic portrait|
An aside: Daniel Craig – star of Cowboys and Aliens and the most recent offerings in the Bond series – is one of those ugly/handsome dudes. He’s got seriously astounding levels of nuclear strength duende though. Wonder what he’ll look like at 60.So then, in my efforts to celebrate TAB’s birthday versus lying in a deep pit of disconsolate sad, was I able to revel in my beautiful man’s memory? Did I have a big-happy-joy-joy day? Well, I had wonderful moments of remembering TAB’s fabulous silliness, his brill grace, wisdom and wit. I sobbed loud, messy tears and raged that he's not here. So...em.... yes and NO.
By 7PM, all I could do was numbly stare into space, munch on crab rangoons and stare at the telly. Jen, Oni, Hillel and the cats got me through the spiked end of a hard, heavy day. That’s What Friends are For and shit, huh?
Mebbe it looks like I'm trying to outrun my monster leviathan grief. I suppose, some of the time, I am. Today, now that I'm past the huge hurdle of the actual day, I'll chill. I'll run a few errands, do basic taking-care-of-my-life maintenance crap and then I'll chill some more.
I know that, though my astounding Amazing Hunny Pie is gone, I'm not alone.