Friday, February 26, 2010

Busy, busy, busy....and a contest




As the title implies, it's been one busy ass week for me.

First off, I made my debut as a half ass film critic over at the newly reformatted Spinetingler magazine, (Personally, I think the new site kicks all kinds of ass, and I'm pumped Brian and Sandra decided to include me in the reboot of the near legendary zine.) with my review of Martin Scorsese's Shutter Island (And make sure to take a gander at the Nerd of Noir's far more studied opinion of the film over at Crimespree Cinema.)

Then, my interview with the incredibly talented Dennis Tafoya drops over at good old BSCreview. (If you haven't checked it out yet, do the mouse click thing right HERE. And then make sure to go out and grab yourself a copy of Dope Thief as soon as possible!)

Next, my review of Roger Smith's incredible second novel, Wake Up Dead, also made the scene over at Spinetingler. (Yeah, do that clicking thing right HERE to give the review a read.)

And last but far from least, I've been prepping for my interview with the great Craig McDonald.....(If you haven't picked up a copy of Print the Legend yet, get yourself to a bookstore right away, because McDonald's third effort is all kinds of brilliant.) Although, as of tonight, both Craig and I are keeping our fingers crossed that he even makes it out of Ohio due to all the extreme weather rumbling through the state. The national weather service is saying that the storm is going to be petering out by eleven EST. But, we all know that the national weather service knows exactly two things, those things being "Jack" and the other being "Shit". But all the same, if the weather's permitting, Craig will be appearing in Scottsdale, AZ at the Poisoned Pen bookstore at 2 PM.
So, to all my Phoenix people, make sure to be there!

Okay, now that I'm done patting myself on the ass, let's get to the contest I promised last week.

Alright, as you all know, I've been a pretty big booster of Roger Smith's second novel, Wake Up Dead. The book is as about as hardboiled they come and I'd like to give one lucky reader of old bloody knucks the chance to experience it, too.
So, here's what you need you to do in order to get you hands on some free shit.
You'll notice in the header of old bloody knucks I always have some pithy statement running below it.

Past examples have been:


"I'm not just any fat bastard.....I'm the fat bastard."

"Taking care of business Canadian style.....Yeah, I'm drunk and sitting on the couch in my underwear."

"Making fun of your mama since 1973."

Right now I have the fairly bland, "Semi-literate ramblings from a semi-literate man."

With this contest, I'd like you, dear reader, to come up with a new slogan for old bloody knucks.

The rules are simple, come up with the new slogan, post it in the comments section of this wee little post (And only in this post.) and on March 15th, I'll number the entries, put 'em in a hat and draw a number. I'll announce the winner on the same day and who ever wins will have a body bag sheathed advanced readers copy of Wake Up Dead headed in their direction.

And just to sweeten the pot a little, I'll include a bonus book for the lucky winner.

So get crackin' folks!

By the way, since this is for the North American debut of Wake Up Dead, I'll have to insist that all entrants must reside in either the U.S. or Canada. (yeah, ain't that about a bitch?)

25 comments:

  1. Law abiding citizen until 8pm on weekdays, 5pm on weekends.

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  2. There my interest was piqued and then flattened! Yanks and Kanuks only, what if I enter and spawned a win and I gave an American address for you to post to? That be okay?

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  3. Absolutely, Lee....and I'm starting to reconsider the Canadian and U.S. only rule considering how many readers outside of North America cruise my blog. So go ahead and have at it

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  4. Keith Rawson, herpes free since '93!

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  5. Fingernails on the chalkboard of your soul.

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  6. Shrink-wrapped Crime Fiction Verbiage

    I thought of adding "with Improved Reservoir Tip!" but that might attract spam. I'm a kindly soul.

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  7. It's not raw unless it's Rawson!

    (Ah, it was the best I could do...)

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  8. Keith brings the pain in HD, Black n' Blue Ray.

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  9. Keith Rawson - "mustering up mayhem - for fun!"

    Keith, I know I'm in the uk, but I have relatives in Idaho...

    I good new look BTW.

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  10. I'd just like to say Jed's my new hero.

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  11. "Knows where the bodies are buried..."

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  12. "You can't spell RAWSON without 'aw'"

    Sorry. Too much time with the new dog today

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  13. Really, Steve? A play on Rawson, and you didn't go for, "This shit just got raw, son."?

    Oh, well. Looks like I just did.

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  14. "pounding words raw into a bleeding pulp"

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  15. This one's good 'n' cheesy, but I figured I'd give it a shot:

    "A bottle full of bourbon, an inkwell full of blood."

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  16. Warm gun, cold body... fucked if I know.

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  17. How about:
    You're all thinking it, I just have the balls to write it down.

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  18. "Kicking names and taking ass"

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  19. et tu, Ben? Good to see you here, dude!

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  20. Sex, drugs, and Rawson roll.

    Heh. Bein' popular was never my strong suit. Well, Keith, after I dry out, can I try again one time? Angling to "Wake Up Dead," ya know...

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  21. "Spewing poutine out the side of my mouth since before John Diefenbaker developed his first wrinkle."
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    Detectives Beyond Borders
    "Because Murder Is More Fun Away From Home"
    http://detectivesbeyondborders.blogspot.com/

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  22. Nice guy, razor sharp writer. Mess with him and he'll skin you alive.

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  23. Alright, Keith, scratch that last one, wouldya? I was off my head. Here’s the official entry:

    Bloody Knuckles, Callused fingertips
    Another day on the mean streets of Paradise

    Yeah, Parafuckingdise : )

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  24. "Brass knuckles and brass balls!"

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