Weird Crap Wednesday

I’m really tweaked that my zip disks are missing. I know, I know. You’re laughing your asses off at me over such old technology. I had a buttload of zip disks with photos on them, including these really nice high res images that a pro photog took of me and my former pal Dan aka “D”. The zip disk case is missing about 3 disks, including the disk with all the photos. That really upsets me because there were lots of photos there besides the cleavage shots. Photos that I can’t replace. I hate when stuff like this happens. I have a suspicion I know what happened to the disks (a man suffering from drug induced paranoia), but I’m really hoping it wasn’t him. I’m hoping the PITA and I can find them in this house somewhere. I don’t want to be mad at him…

Okay, enough being pissy and upset. I have some weird crap to share this Wednesday because it’s late and the time change has totally fucked me up, so I’m out of time to get this post up and catch a few Z’s so I can function tomorrow. No more playing hooky with a 100 fever like I have the past 2 days.

Weird Item Number 1: I am completely amazed that no one, but no one can find the guy in the Air France commercial. I’m posting the damned thing again, and reminding everyone that they can win a prize with fangs if they find the dude. I’ll let you pick a t-shirt or a clock or something from the Bar store if you can find the guy! Here’s that weird ass commercial. (Like I need to see it again. They played the fuck out of it at CNN for 3 lousy weeks! Grrr!) It’s so weird that no one can find him and give me a name.

Weird Item Number 2: My kid has the longest fingers ever and she’s got some long ass nails. REAL nails, not fake. Then she goes and buys this neon green polish. After her manicure, she sits in the car admiring her fingers and snaps a pic with her RAZR. She’s freaking weird. The nails are freaking weird. Okay, maybe they are a little cool, but c’mon. They’re still weird.

Weird Item Number 3: I found a picture I could have sworn I deleted. I mean, it’s not an attractive image. I was a little on the buzzed side, trying to take a pic of the reindeer horns that I was wearing on my head on Christmas Eve. First of all, how pathetic was that for a Christmas Eve? Second, I deleted the damn thing! I know I did! Why it is still in My Pictures is a mystery. Someone is fucking with me. I know it. And I don’t think that they are corporeal, although they must know how to use the recycle bin…

Weird Item Number 4: I was hunting for a nice dragon graphic awhile back when I was working on the Bar t-shirts. I found this cool purple graphic and I liked it so I saved it. Last week at work, the PITA changed her desktop picture and lo and behold, there is that purple dragon graphic. So I ask her if she’s been logging into my computer as me. She looks at me all weird and says, “No, I don’t have your password, remember?” Duh. She doesn’t. So I ask her, “Where the hell did that come from?” I point to the picture. She looks at me even weirder and says, “Deviant Art. It’s really cool.” The PITA and I downloaded the same pic like a week apart.

Weird Item Number 5: Gunther and the Sunshine Girls. Have you ever seen these videos? They are the funniest thing on YouTube. OMG, this dude is totally serious! Everyone I know laughs at him and there are a ton of parodies out. The best parody ever was the Christmas one where there were midgets dancing and a bunch of feminine men dressed as elves. This song is pretty funny if you listen to the lyrics. Oooh, you touch my tra la la! I can’t put the video on here. The Sunshine Girls are making out with each other wearing nothing but a sheet and you can see Gunther’s bare ass. It’s hysterical though, so if you’ve never seen this before, go check it out. But really, pee first so you don’t have an accident.

Now before I sign off, this is for Mary and all you other folks who love a hot body. Besides, I had to wipe away the image of Gunther somehow:

That’s it for me this Wednesday. Hope the weirdness didn’t scare you off! LOL Tomorrow for my Thursday Thirteen, I was gonna do 13 couples from the Bar, but I dunno now. I want something more fun. I’ll have to think on it while I’m at the cemetery…

Tuesday Tune, A Girl With Fangs, and My Ho-ness

Over at the Bar, Mary made the very valid point that I am not a pimp, I’m a ho. So I guess it isn’t being a pimp to ask everyone to stop by Blogs We Luv today to read what they’ve posted about me! It’s an exciting thing to me. As exciting as the prospect of Fab making me cry on his show when he pops my cherry. Being a ho is fun!

I also referenced myself as the Proprietress of PornFest over at Blogography. Dave took that in stride. I think it’s because Fab says such outrageous stuff all the time that you can pretty much say anything to someone who knows him and they will swallow it whole. Not that I’m NOT the Proprietress of PornFest. When Rott turns on PornFest, I’m the only girl in the house, ‘cept for the ones on every TV in the house. Since it’s my house, that makes me the Proprietress. I really don’t mind PornFest. I actually like porn. I even like some of the lesbian porn Dave was trying to decide on. Those of you who have been reading this blog since its inception, oh, two months ago, know that I like porn. Those of you who are new to this den of iniquity… not only do I like porn, I like butt sex. GASP! Shocking, isn’t it? I guess I really am a ho…

I did ho myself around in a few places. I posted about Fab’s radio show at the Bar and the horse racing sim. I posted at Zanctuary too, and I even mentioned being on Today’s Gripe. I haven’t hit up all the places I go yet, but it’s early days. By May, everyone I know will be eager to tune into Fab’s show to hear my smoky Stevie Nicks voice.

My Tuesday tune is a favorite of mine. I had it on my MySpace for quite awhile, I liked it so much. I hope you enjoy it! I put it up today not just because it’s Tuesday and I like the song, but because I have another taste of the Bar for you – it’s the Girl With Fangs again, Lex Valentine. In this post, Lex goes to her friend Dominic’s house because the band she manages is there. The band, The Dark Ones of the Disgraced, – or the DOD – is falling apart. They lost their bassist and their drummer just lost his mate. The drummer is in bad shape, and Lex is going to try to shore him up because the band has a album to finish. Dominic Solent, the band’s producer, is at his wit’s end and hopes that Lex can whip these guys back into shape. This is Lex’s first time seeing the guys since she found out she’s pregnant, so there’s a few jokes in there about her husband Alaric’s sperm. Hope you like it! Click HERE to read the post.

I have a buttload of work to do for the Bar. I’m feeling a little rejuvenated though because we got ourselves a new writer today. We welcomed our third male writer to the Bar. He’s another hot Scotsman, a close friend of our current hot Scotsman, Dee. Dee and Nath bring a whole new element to the Bar Story, and I’m looking forward to seeing how it all plays out.

One last thing on my ho-ness. I’m wondering if it was my pimpage of myself that got Diesel to stop by and post a comment. I mean, to me, that’s like Marcus Schenkenberg knocking on my door and asking if I wanna go drink a pitcher or two of margaritas with him. I love Diesel. He’s like the penultimate in funny. I could never aspire to be even half as amusing as his pinkie. Okay, Dave’s cuter, Matt has a bigger organ, and Fab can fist, but Diesel has… cache. I dunno. I about peed my pants when I saw he left a comment on here. My ho-ey self totally preened. Mary called it alright. I am such a freaking ho. Happy Tuesday peeps!

Marcus Monday Mutterings

So, I’m a little tweaked that my first night listening to Blog Talk Radio got censored. I really loved all the shows, but when the “network” guy pulled the plug on Kyra Sutra, I saw red. Apparently, he called her before her show even went on and gave her a tongue lashing. The bad kind, not the good kind. Stuff like that really, really irks me. I don’t like it when people set themselves up as the arbiters of what is offensive. As far as I am concerned, HE was offensive. I have his email addy if anyone wants to email him some REAL smut.

Now, for Monday’s luscious Marcus offering. There are so many to choose from, and he is just sooo beautiful… This is one of his younger pics. His hair’s a little longer, his face less weathered. He’s really just fantasically gorgeous. The weird thing is, I think I like him better in his 30’s. Really. The body is just as hot, but there’s something about the character of his face now that he’s in his late 30’s, that just really makes me shiver. I have a hard time separating Marcus’ face from Alaric’s personality, so here’s a little taste of Alaric Kohl as written by his creator, Opalgirl:

We pull up to the Angel of the Waters Fountain, illuminated with lights the water sparkling in the night. I get out of the carriage and take a deep breath, then turn around and place my hands at her waist, lifting my Angel to the ground. We walk slowly to the fountain and stand in front of it. I wrap my arms around Lexie and rest my chin on her head. “Alexandria? I have something I want to say to you.”

Lex steps away and faces me, “What’s wrong Alaric?” I cursed myself seeing the panic in her eyes. Even after our joining she was still so very unsure. Hopefully, this would finally put her worries to rest.

I kneel down on one knee before her and remove the box from my pocket. “Alexandria Valentine McBain, you are my Beloved. The Angel of my heart and I was so very empty and lost until you invaded my dreams and eventually my soul. Would you grant me the privilege and the honor of being my wife?” I slowly open the box and show her the ring.

Her hands cover her mouth and tears start welling in her eyes, “Oh Alaric! Are you sure this is what you want? Because you don’t have to do this. I wouldn’t ever leave you unless you asked it of me. I don’t need this to know you love me.”

I slowly stand and walk over to her, “I want you, Alexandria. All of you. And most of all, I want the world to know it. I want you to have my name, wear my ring, be my wife, and mother of my children.” I take her hand and slide the ring onto her finger, a perfect fit. “And always, always remember that I am the lucky one. Lucky that you saw the worth in me and allowed me to love you. Not the other way around.” I cup her face and wipe away her tears with my thumbs. “So? You gonna marry me or what, Angel?” I smile down at her.

She nods, “Yes, I’ll marry you. I’ll take your name, I’ll wear your ring, I’ll be your wife and the mother of your children. All of it. I want all of it too, Alaric!” I bend down, capturing her mouth in a hard kiss, pick her up, and swing her around. She breaks the kiss laughing. “I love you, put me down you big giraffe!”

I set her down laughing, “Yeah, but I’m YOUR giraffe, angel.”

Whew! I need to cool myself off after that blast from the Bar past! There are a lot hotter posts, but just imagining Marcus saying those words makes the old ticker thump harder and faster.

Two more things and I can call it quits for today. First up is pimping. I’ve been reading up about pimping out my blog. All the reading has me thinking maybe I should change the name from Life or Something Like (B)it to It’s All About the Bite or Bite Me. My little entrecard and my profile at BlogTalkRadio have the logo with “Bite Me” on it. What do you think?

Also, going hand in hand with the pimping, is that open slot on Fab’s show. I kinda, sorta, tentatively, proffered myself to him for that guest slot. I am a BTR newb. I have no clue how it works or what to do or say. But if Fab wants me, I will pimp myself over to his show and try to be scintillating and sexy. BTW, That’s a banner for Fab who is pimping himself out for a worthy cause. Please feel free to post that banner on your blog and link it to THIS March of Dimes campaign. Happy Birthday Fab! MUAH

More pimping of my blog: My rant is up over at Today’s Gripe and you will find me splashed all over Blogs We Luv on the 11th. I’m learning the pimping ways of the Blogosphere!

My last thing to cover for this post is the Marcus Awards. Next week is our second monthly recap. We are halfway to a prize winner! WOOT! I can hardly wait to tally up the Marcuses to see who is in the lead. This week’s leader was Susan with 6 Marcuses. She’s followed by Mary with 5, and Tempest with 3. Matt, Jennifer and Kaige each earned 2 Marcuses. Our 1 Marcus winners were: Darla, Harris, Laura, Nicholas, Livvy, Shiny, and Mr. Fabulous. Newcomers Nicola Pedley, Ashley Ladd, Swubird, and Wendy each got 1 Marcus too. Congrats to all! Don’t forget to come back and make meaningful comments to earn more Marcuses. And check back a week from today to see who is in the lead for a lovely gift with fangs! Happy Marcus Monday!

I Won’t Be Lost

Sometimes, you have to give a little in order to get something. I’m not talking about dealing with co-workers or selling something. What I’m talking about is writing. Every genre has it’s problems when it comes to writing. For me, the paranormal part is easy. Making up immortal creatures, describing vampires, all pretty ‘snap’ most days. Writing romance is difficult. I’m sure some writers never struggle over that part. I do, and I don’t. But mostly, I do, because I have to give something of myself in order to end up with a scene that brings tears to your eyes.

When I was in my twenties and I was writing song lyrics, Sally, my friend and guitarist, called me The Word Girl. If something didn’t fit the music, give me a few minutes and I’d tweak the lyrics so that they did. I wrote an entire novel, a contemporary romance, called Note By Note, in long hand. *shudder* Scary, huh? My friends that read it loved it! Back then, it was all about the mechanics of writing, following my plot, fleshing out the characters, picking and choosing the right words and tenses. At that point in my life, the romance part wasn’t my focus. I wrote it and it came out pretty good, but from what I remember of it (those notebooks have long since been lost), it was missing the spark that some of my more recent scribbles have.

Writing romance now means that I have to take myself mentally to an emotional place. This is a link to the story I started about McKenna and the male model – A Heart To Match. This part explains how McKenna comes to reach out to the model by posting a comment on his blog. What drives her to reach out to him is the all encompassing feeling of being alone. There’s no words of love in this part of the story, no mushy stuff. It’s about McKenna pouring her feelings into her blog post, and the model’s reaction when he reads it.

To write that piece, I had to take myself back to a time and place I don’t like to remember. But the overwhelming emotions I felt then, make it easy to explain how McKenna feels. I’ve almost literally been in her shoes. It’s a funny thing, to learn so much about yourself and how emotions work, when you realize that there is no one left in your life who loves you.

Fortunately, for me, that period of my life didn’t last too long. The PITA came along and saved me from sinking into an abyss of despair. *rolls eyes* I’m ruthless though. I use those memories as fuel for when I have to write the “mushy stuff”. Lex and Tarren from the Bar are two characters that are infused with my own personal emotion. It’s probably why I refuse to let them go, even though they’ve had their HEAs. Opalgirl is the master of feisty women characters. Me, I’m the master of broken and heartbroken characters. I have a string of them in the Bar. Lex, Tarren, Tait, Bianca, Jensen, Carlisle, Fayne… Even some of my male characters have had their hearts broken in the past: Dominic, Christian, Sebastien, Rune, St. James, and Matt.

I don’t mind giving of myself in order for my characters to come to life. When Tait sings about a man who hates her, when Jensen weeps in front of the mirror, feeling that she’s old and no man will want her, when Bianca thinks that the man she loves has betrayed her, when Carlisle lies in the snow that covers her murdered son’s grave, when Fayne feels that she’s too insignificant for the man she loves to ever notice her, and when Lex gives her own life so that the man she loves can be free of his past and have a happy future… all of those moments were brought to the reader through the auspices of my own pain and loss.

Using those feelings to fuel the words I type is better, and cheaper, than a shrink. I wonder sometimes why so many people I know take anti-anxiety or anti-depression meds. I still have times when I’m overwhelmed and depression sets in. However, overall, I’m resilient and I bounce back, if not to dewy eyed optimism at least to an acceptance of things I have no control over and can’t change. I’d like to think that even without the writing I wouldn’t need all those pills that others take. I don’t know for sure though. I have some pretty fucked up moments inside my head. I can’t see how meds could cure me of them. I mean, you’d have to rid me of my entire thought process, and for some reason, I just don’t see a lobotomy helping my writing any.

No matter how much I give of myself to my characters, there always seems to be more to call upon. I’m not quite sure why that well hasn’t dried up. It just hasn’t. I guess the bottom line is that I refuse to be lost. Instead, I keep giving of myself to fuel Lex and now McKenna. So take a gander at my newest heroine. She brought me to tears tonight so I really hope you like her and the direction I’m taking with A Heart to Match!

What I’ve Done

I haven’t done anything yet. I just woke up and checked my email. I won a zip drive on eBay. I need this because I cannot find the 2 zip drives I own, and my high res cleavage pics are on a zip disk. You prolly remember my rant from last week that included being tweaked about the missing zip drives. Mr. Fabulous has extended the time for the cleavage contest, which gives the new zip drive an opportunity to arrive. My cleavage pics are really very good pics. I am amazed every time I see them!

The reason for the title of this blog is that my cell phone plays “What I’ve Done” by Linkin Park when someone not on my contact list calls. Apparently, Kaige called while I was sleeping. Well, not really. But what she did do was tag me for a meme. I’m not yet sure I like memes. I mean the last time I got tagged with a meme, everyone I gave it to either didn’t do it or had already done it a thousand times. To give Kaige her due, she says this one is new. It’s like Telephone. Huh.

So if I have to tag three more people for this, how the hell do I do that? Well, I figure I can payback Tempest for tagging me with the last one. She writes. This won’t be hard for her. I’ll get Shiny. She likes little writing games. If you haven’t read Shiny’s blog, give it a try. She’s new to blogging, but her chill pill post was an interesting rant.

It’s a toss up for who I’ll pick for the third tag. I REALLY want to see Matt-Man do this. He’s ultra creative, sly and amusing, and he has a really big great organ. However, I’ll be a good girl and tag Jennifer, since she’s a writer. It’s a writing meme, so I guess I should choose only those people who call themselves writers. Matt ruminates and lets it spill over onto his blog and makes the rest of us spit up whatever we’re drinking all over our monitors. Ya gotta luv a man with talent!

BTW, I submitted my IT rant at Today’s Gripe. I hope they post it. It felt sooo good to rant. Also, I have a mini rant about the Sunday Scribble thing before I actually get to this meme. Susan said, “Just use something you’ve already posted”. Not a bad suggestion, so I tried it. Guess what happened? The Sunday Scribble people didn’t really like that. They didn’t name names, of course, but I totally feel like I got a gentle chiding. It goes like this:


We’ve had a few new members lately! Welcome!! Just a few reminders for you: Please make sure that when you put in your link that you give the link to the actual post that makes sense with the prompt, not just to your blog. Also please try to write something new for the prompt. That is what this is all about after all!

Guess who ain’t going back? What I did post for their word thingy was more than a measly little paragraph. It was a post that required time and thought and a lot of creative energy, when I wrote it. Sure, it wasn’t MEANT specifically for their little exercise, but it takes time to figure out something that fits the prompt. The chiding didn’t endear them to me, although I could be taking it entirely wrong. Still, I knew there was a reason I didn’t play those little “exercise” games. Rant done. Whew! I’m in a bitchy fucked up mood, ain’t I?

Okay, so here’s how this meme works. Alice from Alice’s Restaurant started this meme. It’s that game called Telephone that I never played as a kid. I don’t think it was around then. I mean, my friends and I weren’t into the phone. We rode bikes and skateboards and threw rocks at cows. We weren’t interested in word games. Anyway, Alice wrote a little paragraph. She tagged some folks and asked them to change the paragraph and tag some other folks. The tagged peeps gotta change the paragraph, but not so much that you can’t tell it came from the tagger’s paragraph. Does that make sense? I wonder… but then again, I haven’t had coffee yet and my eyeballs feel swollen.

Here’s the rules for this meme:

1. Change something in the paragraph you received; a minimum of 1 word, a maximum of 20 words.
2. Link to the post at Alice’s Restaurant and leave a comment so we can keep track of what happens to the paragraph. Alice will link back to you.
3. Link to the person who tagged you, preferably to where ever they posted their version of the paragraph.
4. Tag three people you think might enjoy this game. Let them know they’ve been tagged. Link to them.
5. Include these rules in your post.

Here’s my paragraph. Tempest, Shiny, and Jennifer, consider yourselves spray painted with graffiti tagged!

James and Will went up Kite Hill to find some privacy. James fell down and hit his thigh and asked Will to kiss the owie. Will was drunk but happy to oblige James’ desires without further encouragement. However, kisses weren’t enough. If he hadn’t already lost his heart to James, he would never have gotten on his knees to begin with.

Am I evil? I feel evil. I changed that paragraph but good! HEH HEH. I shoulda had Will blowing James, but I couldn’t figure out how to do that without changing more than 20 words. Hot man love. Just what we all need on a Saturday morning.