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Gossip at the hair salon!
Comic books have been kicking me in the teeth lately. If comics don’t shape up, I’ll have to take my mediocre talents to the prose world or film and TV spaces. I know I’ll always come back to Comic’s window late at night with a Bluetooth speaker over my head, blasting NIKI FM in the middle of the night. Don’t worry. I’m trying to play hard to get.
But thanks to a really terrific writer friend, I got a fun opportunity to write a cocktail book that inspired the best music decade of my time: The 90’s.
I spent four months listening to a lot of grunge, R&B, hip-hop, country, industrial, pop, Tejano, and bad music. A lot of “90s music” is terrible. But that’s with media in any decade, really. I endured all that to write this cocktail book: The Ultimate '90s Cocktail Playlist. There are 70 cocktails inspired by songs and artists of the post-Cold War decade. Sexy, huh? Working with Cassandra Reeder and Jennifer Sims on this criminally fun project was a lot of fun.
It’s slated to release on June 25th, wherever you get your books. Hopefully, it’s with a local bookstore! Seriously! Support them!
Click here to preorder directly from S&S or your preferred digital retailer.
Shout out to Chris Arrant for covering the major announcement last week. Click here to read the full Popverse story and here to download the free as-heck Dolores Huerta comic. I’m still riding this high, tbh.
I finally got my haircut after nearly three years. I wanted to grow it long enough to donate it to Locks of Love, but sadly, it wasn’t long enough for their standards. Knowing I can still grow my hair before I lose it is good. I have come to terms with my imminent baldness in the future.
The hairstylist did all the talking. Since the pandemic, I become more of a homebody. I don’t really see people all that often. I haven’t worked in an office environment since 2019, and I doubt I ever will. She ultimately asked me what I did to keep the lights on.
“I, uh, write comic books,” I replied while watching my jet-black locks hit the floor.
“I knew a guy that made comics.”
“Yeah?”
“I was on jury duty, and this graphic artist told me he was working with someone who lives in [REDACTED], is from [REDACTED], and is married.”
My ears perked as they were getting lowered.
“Was it the guy on the stand?”
The whole room of two people, including myself, laughed at that. I guess you had to be there.
“No. But he was so upset when I told him that I was sleeping with his writer. He told me he was getting a divorce. But he never told his wife. The bastard would slip his wedding ring in his pocket before coming over. I liked him. He’s smart and funny. Unlike my ex-husband, who was not smart or funny. But he wasn’t all that, you know?”
I held my breath, and not because she had a pair of scissors to my doom.
“One of his comics was turned into a movie: [REDACTED].”
“[REDACTED],” I asked.
“Yup. [REDACTED] is such a scumbag. Thankfully, no one got really hurt. But I let him know what he did wasn’t very nice.”
Considering the kind of early 2024 I have been having, it was par for the course.
Everyone knows this guy and will swear he's a good dude. Hell, I regret giving the guy coverage when I was working for Comics Beat. That’s the problem with this industry. People will back the worst of the worst and ostracize you for calling them out. Am I a perfect little angel? Maybe. But I can sleep soundly at night knowing I didn’t screw anyone or their wives.
Yet!
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I did a short interview with Jason DeHart and his podcast. Check it out!