Which is to say, it’s 12:06 a.m. and I haven’t the strength to do a full post. In brief!
Seems to me that Weird Al is missing the obvious here. If he’s going to suddenly decide to become a children’s author then he should at the very least have the decency to become a children’s book parodist. The world of children’s book parodies pretty much come down to Michael Rex (Goodnight Goon, Runaway Mummy, etc.) and the guy who did that awful Where the Mild Things Are. Clearly the field is still pretty open. MamaPop knows what I’m talking about. Even came up with a list of potential parody titles. Instead, Al went dull. His book now looks like every other celebrity’s out there. *snore!* Thanks to Sarah Stevenson for the link.
- Well the big news of the week is that I have a new neighbor. A new neighbor who’s smart and shared a cover with me way back in November. Yes indeed, A Chair, A Fireplace, and a Tea Cozy has moved to SLJ. Liz Burns shall now reside alongside me, upping the number of folks here with the initials of EB to two. Interestingly, her sidebar shows commenters and those who have commenting most recently whereas mine does not. Fascinating.
- After seeing my post yesterday about children’s books in dire need of new illustrations and covers, Peter Sieruta noted my McKillip cover for The Changeling Sea and upped the challenge. He says his terrible McKillip cover can beat my terrible McKillip cover. And you wanna know what? He’s right. Boy oh boy oh boy is he right.
- From future Children’s Poet Laureate Lee Bennett Hopkins (oh, you know I’m right) I received this very good point. I had just mentioned in a post that I wanted an ALA award for a graphic novel. Said Lee: “RE: Your plea for a new ALA Award. Are you aware that there never has been an ALA award for POETRY? Methinks that should happen before a Graphic Novel Award.” Zut alors! He is correct. About our need for a poetry award, certainly. This is deserving of a longer post. Anon, kids. Anon.
- Daily Image:
I blogged about how raccoons have made their way into the main branch of Brooklyn the other day. In the course of the post I say that they don’t really reside in Manhattan so my workplace is safe. Well count on Ann Baybrooks to show me how wrong I could be. No library is safe from the threat of raccoons. Particularly when they’re a mere seventeen blocks north of my location, residing in Central Park. The article Shakespeare in the Park Plagued by Bad Weather, Raccoons says it all . . . as does this accompanying photograph.
I’m off to see if there are any copies of Rascal on the shelf, or if the raccoons have already started selecting their own books.
Thanks to Ann Baybrooks for the link.