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Archive for the 'lies' Category

16 LIES ABOUT JOHN GREEN

Wednesday, August 19th, 2009

Remember when you told all those lies about me on Twitter? Well, THIS is like THAT, but with John Green. You have TWO HOURS to vote! That’s until 4pm NYC time! To the winner, a SCARLETT FEVER!
1. mighty_mouse720 @realjohngreen believes it’s not butter.
2. erinv@realjohngreen will knock three times on the ceiling if he wants you, [...]

LIAR IDOL

Tuesday, July 21st, 2009

I am incapable of lying, but I admire the ability in others.
Yesterday, on Twitter, I challenged people to tell some lies about me. I’m not sure what made me do this. Perhaps I was thinking of my friend Justine Larbalestier’s new book, Liar.* Perhaps I was just thinking about how ACCURATE everything is on [...]

MOTIVATIONAL SPEECH ABOUT LYING, OWLS, AND OVERALLS

Sunday, April 5th, 2009

In reading many of your blogs, I notice that some of you are concerned about whether or not you will be able to make it through an entire month of blogging every day. I want to provide you some encouragement, give you a rousing speech. This is why I am thought of as “the Churchill [...]

LIES MY PARENTS TOLD ME

Tuesday, February 13th, 2007

The first draft of my new book is due on Friday, which also happens to be my birthday. Just so you know, I am taking stun gun off the list of things I want. This is because I had to reach behind my tv the other day to unplug something, and I got a huge [...]

I WOULD RARELY LIE TO YOU

Friday, February 2nd, 2007

It’s a busy time here.
I am extremely pleased to report that Justine Larbalestier and Scott Westerfeld have finally returned to these shores. Justine, being Australian and not having seen snow until the age of 26, is currently traumatized by the actual cold weather we have here in New York. We met for lunch in our [...]