Monday, October 31, 2011

October 31st

Picture it, your heroine at age 18, long red curly hair in her face much like all the lead singers of all the death metal-heavy metal bands,  her left arm from wrist to elbow encased in bracelets of all kinds - some black rubber, some thin silver hoops, some charm - but no matter, her nails painted black with actual paint because nail polish in black was only available in October, and clothes in all shades of black.  Mostly tees for bands like Sepultura, Pantera and Motorhead. Skirts were pencil skirts worn to the knees with flats or - god hold the phone- sneakers.  Always with a leather jacket, sometimes one with velvet fringes. 

Your heroine cringes as she writes about her own fashion misery all these years later. But she was a product and victim of her musical tastes.

So dressed like she should have been an extra in a bad horror movie, she lived her life on the daily like that.   Hallowe'en being the ultimate revenge so to speak.   Only we didn't see it that way.  For us, myself and my scattering of friends back then, we treated Hallowe'en with the respect it deserved; and gave each other gifts and flowers.  Yes, even the men did. 

Slightly improved fashion,  your heroine turned a common Rocky Horror Picture Show party with her sister and friends into the first of many years to come dinners.   Midnight drinks and dinners.  We treated it like a mix of Thanksgiving and New Years combine.  Which by the by it should be. Check your Pagan handbook on that one.

As the years progressed and people started to get married, the dinners became less involved and the drinks singles.  Disappointment more then crept in, it ran rampant through the house for years. Finally, your heroine just gave up on the tradition.

It's once again Hallowe'en morning and I find myself battering the usual mundane stuff that happens at the end of every month - bills, cleaning, mother's doctor appointment etc-  instead of getting ready for the holiday. 
I also find myself very much missing the whole thing.  Missing the vibes of a proper holiday with the spooky movie while we cook supper, the wine, the getting dressed for dinner in proper dresses and such.  Miss the family of it. 

The emptiness of the holiday echoes.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

How was the movie?

Raise your hand if you saw The Rum Diary this week?

And what did you think of it?  I was the only one it would seem, in the screening room yesterday who knew anything about it.  I talked to about 10 of the other people who went to the early show while we waited and everyone just knew it was the latest Johnny Depp.
Disappointing that no one else seemed to be there for the Hunter S. Thompson factor.

This was a fabulous movie.  I do have the book, had it for a few years.  But it's been in my To Read piles for the last few years.  And it will most likely sit there for another month or so because I think I want to read one of the three biographies I have on Thompson first.  Which have also been sitting in my To Read piles for the last few years.

This is going to be one of those movies that becomes a cult classic party movie.   I can see it now, drunk college students sitting around watching this movie and taking a drink everytime someone on the screen just says the word rum.   My god man, you could literally get drunk in the first ten minutes by doing that. 
Rum is for sure the lead character in it. 

Today, today was book club.  Not that anyone bothered to show up.  I know I keep threatening to not have any more to just give up and after today that's it.  Giving up.  This is me right now giving up on book club. 

It's the night before Hallowe'en, and it just doesn't feel like it. I've done nothing in the vein of the holiday for this blog as I had planned.   To be honest,  I just haven't felt it this year.  Maybe I'm getting old and jaded? 

I am vibing on two new shows that started this week.   Grimm and Once Upon A Time.   both very much shows I think are needed right now.   Bring the fantasy and fiction back to television.  Bring the escape back to watching tv for an hour.

And now I must ask... why Spuddy is all the rum gone?

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Movement or something

I thought my front door was about to be broken in.  Heard all this banging and the door to my apartment sort of buckled.   Opened it to see three dirty looking teenagers carrying a sofa down the stairs from the Landlord's daughter.  
She spotted me and said she'd bought a house and was moving. 

Few things going through my mind.  One being, what does this mean for those of us who rent here?  Another thing was, finally that monster child of hers will be gone and this place might become quiet with less negative energy.  And lastly,  everyone moves out of here for a house... but me.

I'm guessing that the Landlord himself will still be living in the basement and not moving in with his daughter and grandson. 

But this all comes back to the whole idea that the planets are shifting and allowing for major transitions that are affecting everyone on many levels.
New environments, new jobs, etc.  This will be a month where everyone will see some sort of result of newness, whether its something you've been steadily working towards or something that hits you out of the blue.

And now I am off to see The Rum Diary.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Thursday 10/27 2011

Dear Spudguns:

So today mom had a visit from the minister from her church.  I actually don't mind the minister as she always has some interesting stories.
What I don't like is that every so often she slips in a small attempt at trying to get me to go to the church.   She keeps pointing out that there are "no young people coming, no new families, no one is bringing their kids."
I usually change the topic when she starts in on that. 

Speaking of feeling heavy; I made the mistake of weighing myself today.  Not pretty, that poor scale must have had a heart attack when it spotted me.  I know I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw the read out. 
Which, of course became one of the topics of conversation this afternoon with the minister when the cake was served.  I wouldn't let myself have any.    I know, settle down, me pass up cake unheard of.  But yes.  {stop snickering Spuddy you'll choke on your tea}  I've gained way too much in the last year.  Way too much.  I can admit it.

On a sillier note, I hunted online last night and found a youtube for the movie  Where the Buffalo Roam 

which is one of the first movies that is about Hunter S. Thompson and his writing.  It had been a few years since I last had seen it.   Forgotten how good of a job Bill Murray had done as Thompson.
Yes, very much looking forward to the movie this weekend of The Rum Diary.  Have to still locate where my copy of the book is and see about reading it after the weekend, as I need to finish reading Sense and Sensibility for book club on Sunday.  
And what did I learn from watching Where the Buffalo Roam?   I realized that I stopped writing for me about two years ago.  I started to really censor myself.   I need to get back to writing for me.

On that note, I'll catch you on the flipside
Love Ardeth Blood

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Well that's not you

"Well that's not you"   and  "You were never like that before"
seems to be what I am hearing from my family lately.    Freal them.

Hallowe'en is normally the time of year for me.  Between being Pagan, and just loving the holiday in general, I usually start making a fuss about it back in July.
But this year, I'm not feeling it. 

I'm more excited about the movie The Rum Diary coming out this weekend then I am anything else.

Anyone who does know me, knows I've always been interested in the works of both Hunter S. Thompson and Johnny Depp.

You also know that I believe greatly in signs and omens.  The Rum Diary comes at me when I'm sort of on the edge of what I should be doing next as far as my writing goes.  It's also about how Hunter S. Thompson became Hunter S. Thompson.

Taking that as a sign.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

My Thoughts on TNA Impact for 10/20/2011

I used screen capture for this post

Well it's about damned time!

James Storm won the title belt. 

I have my personal theories on why the whole Roode got Screwed storyline happened, and part of me wants to say it's got more to do with there not having been a screwjob in the company the way the other company did years ago.  Part of me wants to say that Angle couldn't risk being seen loosing to a Canadian this close to his return to the Olympics.  But that's the way my brain works and who knows what the real reasons are, they could be more health related or something.

The beard, the beard, the beard.  Please, please Eric Young, shave it off!  I am surprised that whomever it is you go home to at night hasn't taken a pair of shears and lopped the beard off in your sleep.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Ever wonder why?

I swear my mother does things just to piss me off.  Just to be negative and try to rain on my day.

Supper.  I had sliced up some potatoes, onion, chopped garlic, ground up some rosemary.  Cooked it up in olive oil with salt and pepper.    Still, she said it was flat, while by the by she was shoving a large plate of it into her mouth.

If my food is flat then why was she eating it?  Seriously, the kitchen smelled like rosemary from the amount I put in it.

Yesterday, same thing.   Baked beans for supper, followed my grandmother's recipe to the letter and still mother screwed up her nose.   But this has been going on for years. 

My mother is the only person I've cooked for who's totally hated my cooking.  And it's not because my cooking abilities are mediocre; it's because I'm good at it.  

Yes, I'm ranting straight up hell on wheels ranting right now!  I'm just frealing sick and tired of my mother screwing up her nose at everything I do from my cooking to my writing to the way I fold laundry.  Seriously, I would just like to know why she keeps undermining everything I do?

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Asking wrestlers stupid questions volume 8

To the vegetarians and vegans in the wrestling companies.  How do you handle the crazy schedules and your food choices?
Not talking about catering for those who get it cause I'm guessing they would account for that; asking about when your on the road. 

I know as a vegetarian it's nearly impossible to go out to restaurants as it never seems to be any vegetarian options on menus.

So what do you do?  Do you take your chances with restaurants when you're touring?  Call ahead to places and make requests?  Or make sure your hotels have mini kitchens and bring your own groceries?
And what about when the rest of the guys go to burger places, do you go with them and hope the fries were not done in the same oil as the chicken?

Friday, October 21, 2011


This is your morning wake up call.   er um ... bloggy-blog daily whathaveyous.

So I've been reading my favourite forms of daily information... horoscope newsletter thingies.   Planets are once again in retrograde, others are bumping up next to each other etc etc etc.  All this means is that major changes are happening right now. 
These transitional moments might be a bit more subtle for some then others, but will be noticed by pretty much everyone by the end of next month.   Jupiter and Neptune seem to be the big players at the moment.

My scopes keep telling me to speak from the heart right now. 
I'm not sure that I can at the moment, not too sure I'm ready to go down that path right this moment. 

So instead, I think I will blabber about the most recent episode of Top Chef Just Desserts.   The near end of season 2 had the chefs needing to make a dessert that looked like a main course.  An illusion of sorts.
I was glued to the computer as I watched one of the chefs turn cream cheese into pork. The whole time thinking about scenes in movies like Catwoman where the large plate of seafood was actually watermelon.  Food props would be one of the coolest but hardest jobs on the planet to have.

And you might be wondering what that has to do with my headline today... it's still a transition.  Moving us out of how we have been thinking and seeing and feeling and what we thought was real into a new version of that idea.  Transitioning us into the next phase of what could be.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

You know...

Odd how life works isn't it?

Right, got an interesting email/comment and you know I indeed have to share it sort of.   The dude who sold me the iPod it seems is a reader... yes hold the phone Michel Cole, it seems he's a Spudgun! Or at lest was until my rant.  Such is life such is rock n roll.  Sometimes, life really is better then fiction. 

Anyways, I see that the Spike site has posted last week's episode, and intern dudes over there; what's going on with the episode numbers?  You jump from like #652 to #701. Do you have your refs counting or something?

Yes much better mood today thank you.  Watched the Pirates of the blah blah 4 last night.  So not worth the fact I had to buy a blu-ray-dvd double pack.  Would have been nice to find a single dvd but sadly not the case it would seem.

While I'm on the topic of wrestling, what the hoovers is up with the crap over on WWE?  Seriously? Who's writing that dren?   Here's a thought, since All My Children went off the air last month, there is a bunch of fabulous writers who need work.  Hired one or two of them.  Totally would fix the crappy storyline that you've got crawling along right now with that Laranitis or whatever his name is. He should not be on a mic at all no one can understand him.

Better yet, maybe my beloved X-Division should hire a few writers from All My Children.  They really need the sorting out. 

Well that's my thoughts tonight on making friends/fans and an impact.

4:13am 10/19

Second try at this.

Bad enough I have another night of insomnia, but then I had blogger issues too the last half hour.

Was trying to post a half hour ago about the emails I've been getting.   It's the best part I think of blogging, getting the very rare emails.
My cooking blog seems to be the hot spot for that, people send me cooking questions all the time.  My recipe for potato salad with beets seems to be the top recipe people like. That's a good thing.

Anyone remember me saying at the beginning of the month about the new dvd of Elvira's Haunted Hills... anyway, you might remember that I ended up having to put it on special order.  It came in finally.  Yay, love that.

Still waiting to see last week's TNA Impact, as the Spike site has yet to post it.  Which sucks, cause I was wanting to see the episode before getting the ppv.   No I did not see the ppv this month.  Wont' get a chance now as the replay in my area has aired already.

Now, back to trying to sleep

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Tech talk

There have been times when I've come out of a store with something wondering how I ended up being talked into buying it, usually clothing.
Pushy sales people are a given around this city.   But today, I was faced with a snarky asshole sales person.

Started innocently enough, I was pricing iPods because I need to upgrade mine as it was 2007 when I bought my last one and it barely holds just 3 hours of music.

The second I said I had iTunes the salesman rolled his eyes at me, crossed his arms and took the stance like he was about to RKO me.  Then started in how Apple and iTunes and the iPod are crap and that it must be nice to be able to buy into that company and yadda yadda yadda. 
I just let that slide and asked him to get me an iPod shuffle out of the case as it was in my price range.  He rang me up and made another comment about MACs and said "now you can go write your novel while you sip your $9 Starbucks like all the others who Steve Jobs is controlling from the grave."

Wow.  Talk about snarky.
I told him he was right about my novel but not the coffee and he's reply was "oh someone in this city that can read"

Why didn't I just leave the store -it was the Source at Intercity mall- without buying the iPod you're wondering?  Yeah, I'm starting to wonder why myself too.  I guess my pride got in the way and I was just damned if I didn't stick it out and prove that this shithead wasn't going to rattle me down.

Now, I'm stuck with a hot pink iPod because that was the only colour they had.  Brilliant move Eh?

Monday, October 17, 2011

Item Oct 17th

Dear Spudguns:

The movie that was scheduled for this morning was to be  Curse of the Wolf    but I must tell you, I couldn't sit through it. 
Seriously, it was the next one in the multipack of cult favourites in the horror pack I got the other week, but less then ten minutes into it I had to turn it off.  Not even the fact the Blue Meanie stars in it could keep it in the dvd player.
It was just so bad. Cheesy even. 

But on the topic of horror films,  I got to see Scream 4  few days ago. And I have to wonder why?  No, I'm seriously wondering what came over me to rent this film given I hated the other Scream films.  It was one of those bored afternoons and it was new I think. 
Scream 4... well, it only half way sucked.  It actually held up slightly better then the others in the series. 

Plot: it's ten years later and Sydney has returned home for a book signing on the anniversary of the killings.  Someone has decided they need to recreate the killings only better. Soon, Sydney finds herself up to her nose in guts and cult cuts as there is a film fest of the "Stab" films based on her life. The body count rises and the last three survivors of the original event are faced with their own remake.

This is a Wes Craven film, it should have been a home run but sadly wasn't.

If they had just skipped #2 and #3 going straight from the first Scream to this one, that would have been killer.

Love Ardeth Blood

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Death by location

Seriously, I think my city is killing me creatively.  

I hadn't written anything in a year other then the few paragraphs on my blogs.  That was until I ranaway two weeks ago. Then I wrote non-stop, filling up a half a coiled notebook.
Then I get back and  the writing dried up again.  Nothing, not a word since.

How wrong is that?

I don't even want to read anymore.

I can't afford to runaway again anytime soon. 

I feel more and more disconnected from whom I used to be all the time.  I had someone tell me while back that I should just stop writing and go back to one of my other hobbies which is painting.  I had someone else on top of that tell me I should get back to the fashion side of things.

I think this is what is called a crossroads.   Crossroads.  Funny that, I no longer think of a fork in the road or a choice in life/mid-life crisis when I hear the term. I think right off of wrestler Cody Rhodes' finishing move the Kross-Rhodes.   yeah There in lays the problem. I think I need to runaway from wrestling.

Friday, October 14, 2011

Friday Oct 14th 2011

Dear Spudguns:

Morning all.
Mom's got another doctor's appointment this morning.  Dude, seriously, seems I'm at the doctors all the time between myself and mom. The nurses know us on sight, don't even have to sign in anymore even let us break the rule of no bringing drinks into the waiting room.

Pouring rain here since last night. Yay.  Well yes actually my Spudguns, I am being serious.  When it rains for some crazy reason I am pain free.  Yesterday was another story altogether though.  Yesterday I had a massive sinus headache and could barely straighten up from pain.
I know, I'm not normal; most people are fine before the weather and bad during.  Seems the Fates have made me wrong or something. Oh well such is life such is rock n roll.

Speaking of music... I rarely buy cds anymore, rarely download music anymore.  But this seems to be a good year for me for the stuff.  The latest Alice Cooper, latest Twiztid, latest SixxA.M. and now I will be getting the latest Adam Cohen.  I ordered it, have to go pick it up.
Might be another four years before I get this much music again.  So weird.  Music used to be the ultimate top thing I spent my money on. Used to buy cassettes and cds and records and all the good old ways to get it every week.

Still little on the pouty side that I do not get to meet Chef Micheal Smith. But again, such is life such is rock n roll.

And for those who have been hitting up my vampire blog, don't worry, I still have about 9 movies to add to it.  Just the week has sort of gotten away from me a bit with us having had Canadian Thanksgiving earlier in the week.
And yes I am still trying to figure out at lest two Hallowe'en styled posts for this bloggy-blog.  Since I don't have my full days to myself at the moment, things will get posted in bits and fits.

Love Ardeth Blood

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Venkman 101

Every family has their traditions on the holidays.   Watching Ghostbusters is one of ours.

Picture it, me your heroine and heroin; sitting semi bored semi getting along with everyone when Uncle Porkchop {the chef} walks in.  He does this little hand gesture like he's wanting you to poof away, just sort of openhanded claw movement in your face and then out of nowhere asks me why I never did that for real.

Uncle Porkchop-: "Venkman. Right that was what's his handle Bill Murray in Ghostbusters? You should have become a real life ghostbuster with all your voodoo and vampires.  People really do this sort of stuff I saw it in a documentary once."  

Me-: "Fabulous idea. You have the $50,000 a year for me to go to university for four years to study paranormal psychology then another $50,000 a year for another four years to study religion and languages?"

Uncle Porkchop- :"Be a ghostbuster.  Run around all day getting slimmed by invisible demons. DEMONS!"  {he did the hand poofing thing again}  "I saw it on a documentary. You'd fit right in. With your tarots and all that stuff you have laying around your place.  Be a real life Venkman like Bill Murray. Professor Venkman. You never make it as a professor you need to be smart to be a professor."

Me -: "And you'd be the first thing I'd vanquish."

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Happy Thanksgiving

Well, another year has come and gone and we find ourselves sitting firmly at Thanksgiving weekend. (Canadian)

I am thankful for the ability to communicate, to share what I have learned, and to know I still have tons more to learn from everyone around me.

Friday, October 7, 2011

When bad films happen to good ideas

You slap a high number on the film and make sure every name in the credits are tiny.

If you have been hanging out on here at all last few days, you know that I got my hands on a stack of cheap cultish-indie films.
One of which was what I just finished suffering through   Witchcraft 13 Blood of the Chosen. 

I'm one of the first people to support low-budget/no-budget films, as that's the type of film mine will be if it ever makes it to film.
But there comes a point in every movie makers life when they have to ask themselves "do I really want to do this one?"    The answer for the production crew of the witchcraft series should have been "no"  but it wasn't.

I already did a short rant/review of it over on my vampire blog so enough right now on it.

I just wonder sometimes why certain films get green lighted?   And I'm not talking about just indie stuff. I'm talking about major blockbuster motion pictures as well.

I know our city alone gets 9 films per week at our cinema. And it's really rare for any of those films to stick around past the week.
That's not counting straight to dvd stuff either. 

Okay, so I just saw a really bad movie that taken the wrong way could sour anyone on indie films before coffee.  But I have to wonder if we are over doing it with the amount of films we as a society put out every year?  

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Don't you

hate it when the little things nic-pick at you?  I know I do.

Okay, so if you read my year long project blog -which is so going to go over the year - this morning then you know that my camera is not compatible with the memory card thingie I have for my cell phone.  In other words, I got screwed at the store when I bought the memory card.

If the sales person knew or not I don't know, so I suppose I can't say I got screwed but ... I can not get my photos off my cell phone and onto anything which means all the blog posts I had planned now are pointless.  
The blogging gods are laughing at me somewhere. Or at lest Mercury is cause he's the god of communications {cell phones and computers would be his domain}

Still trying to figure out what to do for a few Hallowe'en styled blog posts.  I'll come up with something before the end of the month.  Have to do at lest two.

Okay my TNA Spudguns, those of you traveling this weekend for work; take it safe.

Morning again 10/6

Dear Spudguns:

I learned yesterday that Chef Micheal Smith is coming to town next week for a charity event.
I wish I had found out sooner would have loved to been able to go.  Not that I would have been able to eat anything given I'm a vegetarian.

So has anyone checked out the new show The Chew?
Hate it!  I thought I would become a fan because I thought Carla Hall was just so cool on Top Chef,  but so far, I was not able to sit through a full show of The Chew at all.  Do not like it at all.

And the Talk has dug it's own grave.  They should have kept Leah and Sharon and tossed the others, that would have been a good pairing.  The ones they have hosting now totally killed it.

Well that's my thoughts and feelings this morning. Now off to find a coffee.  Totally sucks that we lost our Tim Hortons here in the neighbourhood.

Love Ardeth Blood

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Damned in the morning 10/5

Dear Spudguns:

One thing is always for certain, that Alice Cooper will put out an excellent cd.
I have been listening to  Welcome 2 My Nightmare  continuously since last night, and I think I found the cd of the year.
My favourite song off the cd I believe is  Disco Bloodbath  it has a very ... Psychopathic Records feel to it.  Now, I know Alice Cooper has worked in the past with the members of Insane Clown Posse and Twiztid, so I know that my drawing conclusions on the song is not a real shocker.

Now, I'm going to point you in the direction of my "new" vampire blog, because I got my claws on a few oldish-cultish classic dvds yesterday when I was out, and will be doing a bunch of posts over on the vampire blog in the next few days.

This is what happens when a major store has a clearance sale this close to Hallowe'en, I go binky.  It's like the vampire movie gods were not just smiling down on me yesterday but blessing me with vampire movie feasts.  Seriously, I found like 4 dvd multipacks yesterday. 
My first short post last night was on such classic cult vampire goodies as  Fist of the Vampire  and my vampire pleasure was given a bonus boost because The Blue Meanie stars in it.  Nice.

Love Ardeth Blood

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

I'd like to get this out of my head

You know when you get a song stuck in your brain and no matter what you do you can't seem to get rid of it.  Yeah it's one of those days.
Normally, when that happens I try to find the song and either listen to it or hunt down the lyrics to see why I might have it stuck in the muck of my zombie eaten brain.  But this time around, no such luck because it's not a "song-song"  stuck in my head. It's a theme song stuck in my head.

I have that damned Zack Ryder theme song stuck in my frealing brain!!! Damn you Ryder and all your little wrestling buddies.

I did pick up the latest Alice Cooper cd today so maybe that will flush the theme song where it belongs. And no I did not get the Elvira dvd, the store didn't have any so I have to wait.

XOXO Love Peace and Geese  {yeah I'm old deal with it}

Damned in the morning

Dear Spudguns:

You know what day it is today??????  Besides the fact it is the 4th of October 2011 and a Tuesday;  it is the release day for the 10th anniversary of the movie Elvira's Haunted Hills.  

Have yet to have any caffeine and feeling a little bit on the zombified side.   Was just hanging around Fright   and thinking it might be time to update my wardrobe. 
I know, so not a grown up and might never be.   Dude, I still have dreams of having a place big enough to turn one room into a "vampire hotel"  aka the collections room aka my den of slack. 
Yes, my vampire collection alone needs it's own room, or at lest it needs a part of a room. At the moment, it's partially packed away in many many many boxes and flung carelessly around the over crowded apartment I live in. 
Good god man, the Anne Rice books alone take up 3 large storage bins.

No, I still have not figured out how to get my photos off my cell phone and onto my computer.  Which I have to soon, because I took a bunch with the idea in mind of updating the cooking blog with one of those restaurant tours you see on every other foodie blog out there.  My poor cooking blog has been so untouched these last few months, it needs some blogging.

Right, okay so it is time for me to grab a shower as I am running late this morning.

P.S.  Spuddy, what happened on the ladder match from this past week? {Sept 29th 2011 episode of Impact} Are you not wanting another chance at the X belt?

Love Ardeth Blood

Monday, October 3, 2011

Lights out in the Library part 8

Part 7 can be found here  of my paranormal story

"Why do you have frogs legs around your neck?" Lyell asked his brother.

"I read hat they are a good way to protect against demons." Galvin replied.

"Demons? Dude you've got food tied around your neck. The only thing that's good for is a BBQ. Where's the horseradish?"  Lyell said pointing to his younger brother as he crossed the living room, dropping the new toque he'd been wearing onto the sofa.

"Well, do you have a better idea genius?  I have a witch after me." he pointed to the apartment door as if that was all the explanation that was needed. "Succubus actually"  he corrected himself scratching at his right ear.

Lyell raised an eyebrow at his younger brother as he stood in the middle of the room, his arms crossed over his chest. "Splitting hairs here. Besides, she seemed to be just as freaked out as you were in that storage room."  He continued on to the bathroom, closing the door. "Besides ..." he screamed through the door at his younger brother "'s rabbits foot for stuff like that, not frogs."

Galvin made a hmm sound screwing up his face scratching his right shoulder.


Hermina sat in the center of a candle lit table, a small coin hovering at her chest flipping over in midair.

"What are you doing doll?" Riggs asked as he entered the room, a bag of takeaway in hand.

Opening her eyes, the coin fell to the floor with a clank.
"Nothing now. Whats in the bag?" she got up stretching as her husband smiled brightly at her.

"I went to that deli you liked and got us a few sandwiches." he shrugged as he opened the bag laying out the meal on the kitchen counter.

Part 9 soon

Time Out

I know I said yesterday that I would be back with photos from my holiday and the next piece to my short story, which I will, later when I figure out how to get the photos off the cell phone.

I was listening to my mother talking to one of the other family members yesterday about a situation.  I have a younger cousin who is an addict.  And it's gotten too far gone, her liver is useless.

There was a point in our lives when she was my best friend.  The closest person to me. Until she stole my boyfriend and well, I haven't spoken to her in years.  {what's that line from Queen of the Damned - "we don't settle old grudges we're vampires we harbour them"}
At the time, everyone was telling me that she did me a favour, that I would look back on it and see that.

It's taken a decade to realize that, but her stabbing me in the back ended up being the best thing for me. Had she not, I would have stayed in an abusive relationship, would have stayed hanging out at the bar every single night, and would have been right there dying with her. 
But, because of the lies she told, I removed myself from that life.  Moved on with mine.

I know I use this blog to bitch about the shitty life I have, but at lest I have a life.  Why is it we only seem to learn a lesson when something horrible happens?  Why is it we never learn something when something good comes into our lives?

I know, I just got really serious on you here, and serious is not what people come to my blog for.  You come for silliness and weirdness. 
And I am extremely grateful to be breathing and able to share my silliness and weirdness. 
Whenever I hear people say they "hate their life"   I tell them to reword that.  Be careful what you say as the universe might take it as fact, never say "you hate your life"  for you might not have one tomorrow.  You hate your circumstances, which can always be changed.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Back to October

Well, that was a nice week off. 
And I know I said I would be back on Friday, but my bus back into town had a few snags. So, Yes I am more then a bit late.

Anyways, just need to figure out how to transfer my photos from my cell phone to my computer and I can show you the few things I did get photos of when I was in Sault Ste Marie. 

I know, I really didn't go that far away, just a few cities over but it was something that I needed.
I have a week's worth of emails to check, and all the other basics of my normal self to get back to.  Seriously, if I had taken my computer, I might not have even come back.  But I left this thing here because I wanted a few days with zero distractions so that I could get some writing done, and I did. 

I managed to get another little bit written for the short on here "Lights out in the Library"  and got a nice chunk of handwritten pages for a new story.  Another paranormal story but still, it was a really good chance for me to just write. 

And eat as it turned out. 
I could not get over the size of the plates all the restaurants used in SSM.   Oh my god, I don't even want to see a scale for another week I am sure.

Okay, so I am off to grab a shower, and get back to the massively mundaneness of my life and will be back later to write up and post about the trip and the next piece to my ghost story "Lights out in the Library"