I had Little J. and Baby E. yesterday as C. needed surgery. Nothing spells a good morning better than baby snuggles. Well, Gerry Butler wearing nothing but an unknotted tie and a smile, that would be a good morning too.
I learned a new edit/read through technique. Have a 14 month old who needs entertained. Sit on the floor. See how long you can keep your pages in your lap before he’s yanked them off and is scattering them all over the house.
There is something about black-and-white photography that is both beautiful and stark. My mother and aunts all have black and white photos from their childhood. Photos from when my grandfather was in Korea. There is a large print of my mother, and two of her sisters. My Aunt B’s seriousness, my mother’s dimples, and Aunt E’s eyes are all still very much the same as they are in that photograph.
All four girls have brown hair and brown eyes. Their mouthes are shaped the same, though sizes vary.
I know what their laughes sound like, and every time I see that photo, I remember the last time all four of them were together. I was eleven, we lived in Hershey, and I thought it was wonderful. The four girls and their mother, with the newest batch of kids looking on.
D. and I are in the car last night, coming home from Walmart (which, admittedly, we wanted to stay longer; no husbands, no kids, it was wonderful) and are discussing the best times for a vampire to feed, and who best to feed on.
Cyndra likes vegetarian, teetotaler, no smokers.
Then we’re on the subject of drugs and booze on the blood and what that could do to a vampire who is using them as a Scooby Snack. And when it’s a good idea to make them in a Slurpee.
“If you do it right after orgasm, it’d just pump right into your mouth.”
*blink blink*
*laughing hysterically*
I’ll never again look at vampire teeth the same way.
I would have had no gaps in my education if I had shopped at this book store. As it is, I had gaps until I hit sixteen. Then I could check out my own library books and got a boyfriend. Always best to learn in pairs.
If you’re going to have a character who can zip-zap memories out of solid pieces, it’s always a good thing to live in one of the most haunted cities in our great nation. No joke, Savannah has a lot of pissed off ghosts. Probably because the city is built on it’s dead. As in, headstones were jerked out of the ground and buildings thrown on top of the loved and buried. Not to mention the unmarked graves.
Such as Rene Rondolier. I think I’m going to use him to set up prejudice for Cliodhna. The boy had ‘werewolf syndrome’ (hypertrichosis) where hair grew over his whole body, back in a time when such a thing meant you were evil and/or Satan’s minion.
Alice Riley is another one; she was hung for drowning her owner after a year of rape and abuse. It’s said she was hung the day after giving birth to his child. Yeah, she’s got plenty of reason to be pissed off and to linger around.
I’m still researching, but with a long as Savannah has been around, and the amount of dead this city has interred, there are hundreds of ghost stories. I have to pick through and find both the ones that are the most reported, and are the most fitting for what I need.
But I also have to be careful not to piss them off.
I love Joss Wheadon. Particularly, Firefly. As in, I think Mal is a great name for a brown coated boxer. (I’m also naming a black coated boxer Sugar Ray, but that’s neither here nor there)
Now, I’m making this. Wash’s Sweater. I’m a leaf on the wind.
Anyone else remember the great August Blackout of 2003? While he and I didn’t lose power at our crappy little apartment in Pittsburgh, my mother lost power for several days up by Erie. It was a few weeks before my bridal shower, and all the food she and family and friends has prepped all went bad.
My husband, who I clearly remember saying how horrible the blackout was, cannot remember it at all now. Not one iota. I’m blaming Iraq for eating his memory.
I started working on it last night. I got the idea from Genreality to try summing up GENTRY in one sentence. Yeah, one. Me, the goddess of long and winded explanation, pared it down to one.
I’m so proud of myself.
And I found the sentence completely on accident, while dicking around with my facebook.
And they say the Internet kills brain cells.
And, for something for everyone, the Urban Fantasy Land Reader’s Choice Awards! Go, vote, now!
Did you ever notice how each generation has their historic moments? Dr. King’s speech, his death, the Challenger explosion (which was during my time, but I was too young to remember), D-day, the day JFK was killed, when our nation was told it was going to Vietnam, Korea, Desert Storm, JFK Jr. dying, Princess Diana. September 11, 2001. These are moments that are going in the history books.
What doesn’t get written is our humanity. How we pulled together after 9/11. How Challenger’s explosion was heard nationwide and made us hug one another tighter. How Martin Luther King, Jr. gave hope to millions. How a nation watched, mourning together, as the Kennedy’s Camelot ended and Vietnam began.
We are stepping forward as a nation, but we’re not there yet. As we watch our first black President be sworn into office, we are still dealing with racism and world views that need to change. I’ve seen racism on both sides, from the sneering remark a white man makes about an interracial couple, to the black woman who asked me yesterday if I was looking at Obama’s book to make me feel less guilty for slavery.
As we start a new chapter in our nations history, one with hope as it’s stepping stone, I can only hold on to that thought and… hope.
I’m sorry, but I just can’t keep silent anymore.
I’ve seen the previews for the new Underworld movie. You know, the one that tried to make RP vampire games into a new myth system?
Here’s the preview for Rise of the Lycans, set to release on the 23rd:
First issue: They are not following their own timeline! At all! They established in the first movie (which I do own, because the black lycan with the deep voice? OMG) that Lucian escaped AFTER the death of his lady love. They didn’t start the war together. She was crispy fried and he escaped and THEN the war was begun.
Second: Can they get anymore RPG with it? There is nothing wrong with role playing games, I used to play them (yes, I took part in Vampire: The Masquerade) but to make a whole movie based on it, then tout it as something fresh and original, is BS. It was cookie cutter vampirism; they brood, they smoke, they sit around and look pretty.
Show me who is complaining about the weeds in his vegetable garden.
Third: Werewolves who don’t have hair and are biped. Um… what? They had a serious argument with their waxer and must now suffer having cold skin. And they sure as hell can’t run twenty feet up a tree trunk or on the ceiling. If they could do that, would they really be able to be contained in cells? I mean, jump up really high, and run on the ceiling to get away from your prison guard.
If I could overlook all of that, I would be thrilled to see it. But I can’t. I’d be sitting in the dark theatre going pointing out everything that was wrong. It’d be like watching a boob job performed by Crusty the Clown.