(And no, it's not 'an History major.' That sounds retarded. The first rule of grammar is you don't have to do it if it sounds retarded.)
Barry Trotter (Book 1)
The Hogwash School for Wizards was the most famous school in the wizarding world, and Barry Trotter was its most famous student. His mere presence made sure that every year twenty candidates applied for every open spot, no matter how rapacious Hogwash's tuition became. As a result, Barry and the school had come to an unspoken agreement: regardless of his grades, Barry could remain at Hogwash for as long as he wished. He had just begun his eleventh year...Freshman
Sleepy with boredom and gassy from lunch, Hart Fox sat in the hard plastic chair outside his dean's office. A kid walked in the door, pink detention slip in hand, bobbing his head a little so that the purple spikes of his mohawk didn't get bent on the transom. He slumped down next to Hart. Hart nodded--he remembered tis joker from sophomore American History, constantly arguing in favor of anarcho-syndicalism. Was his name Henry?...Sophomore
Arcing lazily through the air, the Frisbee smacked against the window. “Ooo-oo!” a chiseled and shirtless boy teased as it wobbleplummeted to the ground. “Sarah's in troub-le!”The beauty-boy was righter than he knew: Of all the windows on campus to hit, this one was the worst. It belonged to Stutts’ Professor of Clandestine Affairs, Glenbard North, who had destroyed more students than there were blades of grass on the freshly resodded Old Quad below...Coming Soon!
All you really gotta know is, I'm writing new things constantly and the more I write, the better my books get. So if you've read my earlier work--and millions of you have--we should keep in touch. This fall, at least one and maybe two new books will be available: a Dickens parody AND a comic mystery loosely based on The Beatles. Drop me an email at mikesnewbooks[at]gmail[dot]com, and I'll be sure to let you know release dates, special deals, etc.Thursday, January 17, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
If you're not reading my wife's blog...
...you're only robbing yourself. Check it out here.
Kate sez, "Fi (a cat of ours) doesn't read my blog because I use too many swears." But you, YOU have no excuse not to go over there and read about inviso-text, my questionable TV-viewing habits, a folder titled "No, Kate, No!", and a miniature Jane Austen parody.
Kate sez, "Fi (a cat of ours) doesn't read my blog because I use too many swears." But you, YOU have no excuse not to go over there and read about inviso-text, my questionable TV-viewing habits, a folder titled "No, Kate, No!", and a miniature Jane Austen parody.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
If you've ever wondered, "What is it like..."
"...where Mike lives?" take a look at this interactive map. Go to the Santa Monica portion--the far left portion, where Wilshire Boulevard meets the ocean--and browse around. We live right close to Zucky's (now a bank). The bowling alley built by Harold Lloyd has been entirely gutted, with a new structure being built behind the preserved facade. I bike past all these buildings many times a week. Fun, eh? And I've never crashed on "Dead Man's Curve"!
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Groucho Marx
Having caught a double-feature at the Aero last week, I was reminded how much I adore Groucho Marx. If you are similarly inclined--or simply "Groucho-curious" as they say in the personals--I highly recommend Stefan Kanfer's bio.
In the meantime, whet your appetite with this documentary from my one-time employer, WTTW.
In the meantime, whet your appetite with this documentary from my one-time employer, WTTW.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
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