{"id":2504,"date":"2013-04-11T12:07:52","date_gmt":"2013-04-11T17:07:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ajaalto.com\/?p=2504"},"modified":"2013-04-11T12:11:04","modified_gmt":"2013-04-11T17:11:04","slug":"death-rejoices-pre-order-and-the-gnome","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.ajaalto.com\/?p=2504","title":{"rendered":"Death Rejoices Pre-Order (And The Gnome )"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.ajaalto.com\/?attachment_id=2506\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-2506\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-2506\" title=\"CoverDR\" src=\"http:\/\/www.ajaalto.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/images\/CoverDR-194x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"194\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.ajaalto.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/images\/CoverDR-194x300.jpg 194w, http:\/\/www.ajaalto.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/images\/CoverDR-122x190.jpg 122w, http:\/\/www.ajaalto.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/images\/CoverDR-51x80.jpg 51w, http:\/\/www.ajaalto.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/images\/CoverDR.jpg 550w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 194px) 100vw, 194px\" \/><\/a>Firstly, let me do this linky-link thing, before my adorably-peppy project manager has a fit and her pompoms explode. *grin* With everything going on in my house lately, I totally forgot to let you know that &#8220;Death Rejoices&#8221; is now available for pre-order at Amazon <a title=\"preorder\" href=\" http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/dp\/B00C9OF2VW\" target=\"_blank\">HERE<\/a>! WOOHOO! Official launch date: April 30th, 2013. That day I will also be doing my First Soul-Cleansing Manuscript Bonfire, weather permitting. Prepare for pictures of me being scolded &amp; berated by sexy firemen, with this little Writerghoulie looking impish yet smug. (<em>My flaming milkshake brings all the first responders to the yard? Heh<\/em>.)<\/p>\n<p>Also, I&#8217;ve got a story to tell you. I call it The Gnome, and it&#8217;s entirely true. That&#8217;s what makes it so tragic.<\/p>\n<p>So, not too long ago, I had my sister over for a visit. She&#8217;s younger than me, <em>way<\/em> cuter than me, and she might be clinically insane. During one of her many smoke breaks (<em>which I make her take outside, because, eww,\u00a0smoking is gross<\/em>) she decided to &#8220;get me back&#8221; by belting my garden gnome into the passenger seat of my car. She then came back inside and had perfectly straight-faced conversations about \u00a0various girly subjects: perfume, ceramic hair-straighteners, serial murder, penis girth, the giant mole on her\u00a0manicurist&#8217;s\u00a0nose, and why so-and-so (that bitch, that absolute whore) didn&#8217;t return her texts.<\/p>\n<p>I did not notice the gnome that evening.<\/p>\n<p>I did not notice the gnome when I got into the car at 4 A.M. because it was dark and it was <em>4 fucking A.M. <\/em>I drove to work, oblivious to my little frozen-grinned friend.<\/p>\n<p>I did not notice the gnome when I went through the Tim Hortons drive-thru, got my X-LRG steeped w\/2 milk, parked in front of work, and began to edit some writing.<\/p>\n<p>A cop cruised by my car, maybe ten minutes later. This is not abnormal at that time of the morning. They just want to make sure I&#8217;m not casing the joint, I suppose. They usually don&#8217;t stop to chat. This one did.<\/p>\n<p>He strolled over. I rolled down the window, smiled at him. I like cops. I have no problem with an officer of the law doin&#8217; his job. He said good morning, asked me what I was up to. Told him I was waiting for my 5 A.M. work shift, and my manager would be here in about ten minutes, and he was welcome to wait and see. He said &#8220;nah,&#8221; and went to leave&#8230;and stopped. And stared past me, into the seat beside me.<\/p>\n<p>I froze. What the fuck was on my seat that could make his smile dissolve like that? Did I have an axe, or a knife, or a bottle of booze, or what? None of those things made sense, but he was abruptly concerned, so there had to be <em>something<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>I craned over slowly. And that&#8217;s when I saw him: little green hat with the paint chipped, empty grin, holding a daisy. BELTED IN. \u00a0Like I&#8217;m responsible for the welfare of his little gnome head in the event of an accident.<\/p>\n<p>I\u00a0stammered, &#8220;I have <em>no<\/em> idea how that could have gotten there!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>That statement did very little to make the officer more comfortable.<\/p>\n<p>I continued, &#8220;Well, I mean, it&#8217;s not like he got there on his own. Even if he <em>could<\/em> walk, which he absolutely can&#8217;t, his legs are too little! I&#8217;m not sure he even <em>HAS<\/em> legs. Does he have legs? His shirt&#8217;s kinda long, I can&#8217;t tell&#8211;no, I&#8217;m not going to check. My point is: somebody put him there. Not me. I don&#8217;t need him. It&#8217;s not like I crave his company. He&#8217;s got no personality. Or maybe he does, maybe I&#8217;m being unfair. I&#8217;ve never even talked to him. Maybe he has a fantastic sense of humour&#8230;.&#8221; Blink. &#8220;I&#8217;m not crazy, Sir.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He said nothing. Not a word. He went right back to his car and drove away. Despite being 4:40 in the morning, I texted my sister immediately, thumbing the letters urgently.<\/p>\n<p>Me: A cop. Caught me with the gnome. Belted in. I hate you so much.<\/p>\n<p>I didn&#8217;t get her <em>hahahahahahaha<\/em> until much later in the morning.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Firstly, let me do this linky-link thing, before my adorably-peppy project manager has a fit and her pompoms explode. *grin* With everything going on in my house lately, I totally forgot to let you know that &#8220;Death Rejoices&#8221; is now available for pre-order at Amazon HERE! WOOHOO! Official launch date: April 30th, 2013. 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