I Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive!
Our monitor blew, so we've been without internet access for a week. It was actually quite a nice change of pace, and I got some long-overdue work done.
More later.
I'm Kelvin Green. I draw, I write, I am physically grotesque, and my hair is stupid.
It strikes be as bafflingly desperate. Baffling because the book will sell shedloads anyway, even without such "promotion", and desperate because of the sneaky and insiduous way it's handled, making it look like they're worried that they're not going to sell a single copy. Like the insiduous AOL and Microsoft instant messengers, which you can't actually delete from your computer once you've got them, this just makes me want to flee from modern "civilisation" and hide somewhere remote until the inevitable apocalypse has passed.