(therejectionist.com) The author of the Rejectionist blog is, in her own words, “a cranky, underpaid, whiskey-swilling, snack-deprived assistant to a Very Important New York Literary Agent.” There is perhaps no one better equipped to explain why three-quarters of the new releases at your local bookstore feature young vampires or elitist professionals taking a year off to “find themselves.” The Rejectionist reads all, spares none the red pen of her vengeance—not the idiots calling on the phone asking stupid questions, not the gay-bashers who vex her by continuing to breathe, and not even the late Stieg Larsson, who’s responsible for the other quarter of the titles on that new releases shelf. That said, she does her share of good deeds by pointing you to authors who deserve to be read and offering no-bullshit advice to potential authors that comes straight from the mouth of the furnace. Here’s a tip, author-friends: “Waiting to be published in order to live your real life is a lot like hanging out on the sidewalks of Manhattan hoping someone will notice you are special. The odds are not in your favor.”
THINKING ASTRIDE OF THE BOX
(apartmenttherapy.com) I have lived in apartments for most of my adult life. I chose to live in apartments long before certain catastrophic economic failures made them cool. (Rhymes with “bousing hubble.”) As Las Vegas slowly becomes more urban and compact it’s perhaps inevitable that you’ll end up living in an apartment, too, and when you do you’ll be happy that I told you about Apartment Therapy. It’s not a form of psychoanalysis, but a blog that celebrates shared-wall living and provides daily examples of what other apartment dwellers do with their limited spaces to make them more attractive and functional. Much of what you’ll see is stuff you can’t afford to do or that your landlord won’t allow you to do, but every now and again, you’ll be able to swipe a nice idea off the top.
(pinuprdj.tumblr.com) What would you say if I told you that I’ve discovered a Tumblr blog whose sole reason for existing is to Photoshop the face of Robert Downey Jr. onto the bodies of girlie pinups of the 1950s and 1960s? You’d probably say the same things that I did: Aaaaaaagh, followed immediately by, Yeah, I’d still hit that.