Tonyyy Does Drugs. Tonyyy Eats Furniture. Bad Star, Tonyyy!

(I was going to respond to you in the comment box, Lauren, but I don't want to cramp tonyyy's marketing vibe. And maybe it's too late to ask everyone, but is it all right that I invited him to join the blog? Seriously, ever since I met that guy he has been just full of helpful offers and services, and he really helped me out when we were in jail together. Also, some of his physical tendencies are really far out!)

(For Tonyyy

your withered hand
looks like a tree branch
all dessicated
and rap metal
gonna get you flies

still if palmistry's your thing
you have to warn them in advance
with kind of glittering
phone calls
or else

someone's going to scream her
psychic head off
think about it wouldn't you
if autumn was all stabbing
dirty forks in your wig's face

plus scratching plates
in a glassy kitchen look
the sign says don't feed the tree
but tonyyy only
wants to help with cleaning

up wait
listen yes
is high-strung but a good watchdog
friends with your friends
and these

extra y's in his hand
look all yellow
when he sits next to freaks

and he will if anyone
here lets him in the door

)

So, Ronald Johnson -- let us at him! How about this as a plan: try to find The Book of the Green Man first, Lauren, because from the little I've read Ark sounds pretty daunting as an entrypoint into RoJo's pool. I know Jared was also pumped about GreenMania, too. If you can't find it, though, no sweat: we can either do something else smallish (the Valley book also seems fairly processible) or else just strap on the scuba gear and go straight into Ark. Maybe Rice's library will end up determining our direction, a la ouija. I like this idea of library as a gargantuan mythical beast or oracle, actually. Reminds me of the huge 1000-year-old turtle in The Neverending Story. Then again, God.

Maybe Catherine can get swept up in any wake we develop, too. I hope she might. Maybe we should pass word to her via e-mail at some point?

Congratulations very much on your plans with Tony, Lauren. It's always so nice to get wonderful news like this. Yes, I'd love to visit in April -- for some reason I'm imagining a scrim or curtain of yellow gauze, and people moving and laughing behind it so that the curtain moves. Yes, people, yes! Do not marry Tonyyy. Marry Tony! Off we go, then.