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 Yesterday, California upheld Proposition 8. If you’re not familiar with Prop 8, you can read about it here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Proposition_8 In a nutshell, Prop 8 denies marriage rights to same-sex couples.

This is an issue near and dear to my heart as I was raised by a gay father. My dad came of age in the 1940’s in the Deep South. Being gay was more than just not okay then; it was downright dangerous. When my father was involved with a man while stationed in Korea and it was discover

They never pick up the tab. Ever.
Seriously nasty table manners.  
Bad pet sitters: "Thanks for looking after my cat. Ummm...where IS my cat?" 
Will occasionally try to eat you during sporting events.
Epic cheaters at Scrabble. For the record, "Bagnackxzll" is not a word. No, you cannot cite the Zombie Dictionary.
Never change clothes. Not big on hygiene. 
Constantly requesting "Monster Mash" from local radio station.
Forget that body parts cannot go in the blue recycling bins.
Uncomfortable in-joke gig

 Hey Peeps,

Just want to let you know that I have two events this week at two really wonderful indie bookstores in Connecticut and Brooklyn. Here are the deets: 

TUESDAY, MAY 12TH, 7:00 PM (aka Tonight!) 
RJ JULIA'S BOOKSELLERS
768 Boston Post Road
Madison, CT
(203) 245-3959

THURSDAY, MAY 14TH 7:00 PM
BOOK COURT
163 Court Street
Brooklyn, NY
(718) 875-3677

I just noticed that my publicist wrote on my agenda: "Q&A, Reading, and Singing." Don't know if I will warble a tune or not (It's about time to retire "T

 I’ve been asked why I make an iPod playlist for everything I write. And the answer is that for me, music is often a great help in getting into a story. It helps me to get beyond the shackles of my conscious self and submerge into my unconscious where the good stuff hides, often with cookie crumbs on its mouth. It’s really a sense/memory exercise. A way to access emotion and to use that emotion to drive to new places within the story.

It’s an interesting exercise to try: think of a song from so

Pssst! Hey. Hey you. Yes, you! 

What are you doing tomorrow night? Washing your hair? Seeing if you can teach your cat French? Bedazzling your medical mask so you can avoid the swine flu in style?

Well, forget all that. Because tomorrow night, do you know where I'll be? On the Internets at There.com doing a live chat thingy-thing. And I want you--YES, YOU!--to join me. 

Lock up your grandmothers! Secure your domain names! And set your phasers to stun, because tomorrow night, April 28th, from 7:00

 I was rating about an 11 on the grumpy meter this morning.
So the hubby, knowing that I am an absolute root-for-the-underdog sap of the first order, sent me this link.
Total goosepimples and a bit o' the old misty eyes as well. 
I love this woman. 

Eff off, haters. Dream your dreams, peeps. Go show 'em. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IW...

 ***First, before I forget, calling all Pennsylvania peeps***

I’ll be speaking at the Carnegie Public Library this Thursday, April 16th, at 7:00 pm. I’ll also be answering questions, signing anything you want signed (um, within reason…), and hopefully reading a sneak peek from GOING BOVINE. Here’s the link:

http://www.carnegielibrary.org/teens/...

Come on down if you can.

 
I hope everyone had a nice Passover/Easter/Carnage of the Chocolate Bunny Heads holiday. For some re

I am epic fail at Twitter.

I have spent the past hour of my non-existent free time attempting to set up a profile on Twitter. I have tried to upload a picture three times. It gave me this helpful message: 

Twitter is over capacity.
Too many tweets! Please wait a moment and try again.
This is the best message ever. It is my new catch phrase. Now, whenever I am drowning in stuffs, I want my forehead to show a retro-cool print of a bird while intoning pleasantly, "Libba is over capacity. Please try Lib

 It's going down starting today. Hope you can make some or all of it. I have put asterisks next to the things I am a part of. 
xo
Libba

NYC TEEN AUTHOR FESTIVAL SCHEDULE

***Juvenalia Smackdown
Monday, 3/16, 4-6pm, Tompkins Square Park branch of the NYPL, 331 E. 10th Street

Join Holly Black, Alaya Johnson, Justine Larbalestier, David Levithan, Diana Peterfruend, Cassandra Clare, and Scott Westerfeld as they read some of their (ahem) less accomplished work from their middle school and high school years.

 Today is my birthday. I’ve now had 45 of these. So I thought I’d reflect on the ones I can remember.

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My friends throw me a surprise party—my first ever. But I am flying back from spring break in Dallas, and my father, who has a time management problem, gets me to the plane ten minutes too late. By the time I show up four hours later, no one is there. That’s because they are all drunk and hiding behind my shower curtain. Thank heavens I didn’t need to pee.

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There is a picture of me on my