Finally, Updated!

My fabulous new website is finally launched, and it looks fabulous, in no small part to the fabulous guys at Three Cat Media. These spiffy gentlemen had wonderful ideas for the site, and the skills to pull those ideas off, and I'm supremely happy with the result.

You probably reached this blog via the site, but if you didn't, do check it out, and let me know what you think. We are still tweaking, and there will always be up-dates, but for now, we are good.

And if you are an artistic type out there, and you are indeed of fabulous web-designs, I recommend Three Cat Media highly. They understand the artistic temperment, and will fix you up just fine.

Minty Water!

At first I thought: this tastes just like toothpaste backwash. But since it cost $1.60 a bottle, I didn't want to just pour it out. So, I kept drinking it, and it tasted better and better, until, in comparision, every other water tasted like air.

Now I have a horrible-for-the-environment addiction to a bottled water that tastes just toothpaste backwash.

But I am extremely well hydrated.

Most Overrated Books of 2006

British reviewers/authors can be so deliciously mean.

Floradora!

So, last week, How's Your Drink, my favorite column in the Saturday Wall Street Journal, turned its spotlight on a cocktail popular around the turn of the century--the 19th century that is--called the "Florodora." The drink was named after the smash musical of the same name, which opened on Broadway in 1900. Florodora's signature piece was a tune called "Tell Me, Pretty Maiden, Are There Any More At Home Like You" which was sung by a chorus of girl stunners known as the Florodora Sexette. These ladies were the Spice Girls of their era; during the show's run over seventy gorgeous chorines passed through the Florodora ranks. Graduation from the Sexette was almost always via marriage to a millonaire, and the most famous of the Florodora Girls, Evelyn Nesbit, became notorious when she unwittingly inspired her playboy husband to murder noted architect Stanford White.

Ayah, ayah--but what about the drink? Well, the Florodora sounded lipsmackingly good, so I immediately ran out, procured the necessary libations, and mixed up a batch. It was lipsmacking good, but boyo did it pack a powerful punch. Definitely not for the family crowd. And that seemed so unfair, that I retired to the Conjuring Closet, and, after some rearranging, omissions, and subsitutions, came up with a receipt that can be enjoyed by imbibers of all ages. One of the substitutions I made was an A for an O, so I give you now:

The Floradora!

2 oz raspberry syrup
6 oz good ginger ale
1 oz freshly squeezed lime juice
Mix together in a tall glass, well-filled with ice.
Serve with a lime garnish, and sip from a silver straw.

Ut!

With apologies to Evelyn Nesbit & Poor Stanny White, and also to Eric Felton, author of How's Your Drink.

A Nice Review!

So, my Mamma has been spending all her time googling "Flora Segunda" and seeing what pops up; today she found a nice review at Death by Papercuts.

Scroll down to the December 4th entry.

I admit that I was not familiar with this blog before; but certainly it has extremely have good taste in literature! (Witness, also, the super good review of Madama Link's latest.)

Thank you very much, Madama Death by Papercuts!

Feeling Lucky?

Hey, so you can win a free copy of "Flora Segunda" here:

www.girlzone.com/html/cov_contests2.html

I think you are supposed to be a teenage girl to enter. So either please be a teenage girl, or be prepared to act like one. Your call--your fortune/misfortune--and none of my own!

Good luck...

Scribbler Scribbles!

Knoted scribbler Ysabeau S. Wilce today embarked upon an ambitious project to string words together into coherent sentences. These sentences will be used to create paragraphs, which will in turn, be formatted into pages, which will, finally, eventually be bound together to create extremely fat books. More details forthcoming as they are forthwith considered and then go forth for further consideration.