Thursday, March 31, 2011

666- Posts

Not even a full year and I've reached blog post #666.
Wow!  Amazing.
Amazing because it took me over 3 years to do that on my old blog Andrew and the Aluminumsidings.

I think it's fitting that my last post just now actually, was part 6 of my short story Lights out in the Library.   My paranormal story.  Can't really call it a "short" anymore as it's now more a series on this blog.  And given I haven't written anything in 6 months, (part 5 few days ago was literally the first thing I have written story wise since last fall) also fitting.
Let's hope that this breaks my writer's block I seem to have been plagued with.



  So last time I celebrated my blog post  #666 with  a video of the ICP.  This time... it doesn't feel as grand. 
Maybe because I've hit that number before? 

Anyways, I will say this, to my best Spudgun, hope you're feeling better. 

And hey... no one ever did give me any feedback on the topics few months ago when I asked....
so does that mean you all would like some more silliness?


Until later
Creeping Screams!

Lights out in the Library part 6

  The next piece of my blog story.  Part five can be found here
***********************************************
"Yes mom."  Lyell said under his breath as the two men followed her into the office.  Galvin noticed on Hermina's desk, a bunch of talismans. 

"Where you get that?"  he said reaching for a large onyx set in a silver charm. It was shaped like two snakes weaved together around the stone.


"Don't touch anything." Hermina said grabbing his wrist before the dark haired male could pick it up.  The two stopped moving as a strange blue bolt of electricity shocked them both.  Riggs put down the files he was reading few feet away at his own desk moving towards them.

"Honey you alright?" his voice took on a tone of concern.  "Hermina? Doll?" 

She let out a breath as if she'd been gulping for air as she moved away from both Galvin and the talisman. Both were clutching at their throats, coughing.  Galvin leaned over his hands on his knees spitting up what looked like sea water.  "You're a witch!"  She took another step away from him.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Lyell asked, his hand still bleeding in a crimson stream down his arm. Riggs sighed as he spotted this moving around to a small first aid kit that was hanging on a hook. "You're the ones with all the voodoo and the weird books."  He eyed his brother who was still spitting up the sea water. "Galvin? You okay man?" Lyell pushed his glasses up a bit as his younger brother nodded.  Galvin still looking at the floor.

"I'm talking about you being a witch.  That wasn't normal.  What just happened here."  Hermina's voice started to shake as she pointed first to Galvin then to the talisman.  "What the hell was that? What did you just open?"
Galvin shook his head but said nothing biting his bottom lip.  He stumbled a half step backwards shaking his head again.

"It was just the one time.  Not even serious you know.  Total joke."  his voice was raw from having been coughing.

"Stay away from me." Hermina moved away from him leaving the room.  They heard her on the stairs a moment later heading back up to the library.

"Dude. What's all this about?"  Lyell asked now worried he was the only sane person around.

"Remember few months ago, that weird chick I was dating. The one with the hair." he gestured to his skull.

"The one with the hippy braids?"

"Right that one.  She had this book on spells and stuff."  he started to gesture again his pale hands going everywhere.  "And I was waiting for her one night bored cause she was taking too long to do her hair, and well..."

"You read one of the spells out loud."  Riggs's voice broke in matter of factly.

"I...I...I read one of the spells out loud. Yes. But I didn't mean it. Totally a joke cause this stuff isn't re..real."

"Stupid arse." Riggs shook his head as he finished bandaging up Lyell's hand.  "Wither you believe in it or not, it is real. And it's real because other people have put their belief into it. Given it energy. Do you remember what the spell was? or the book?" 

The younger man pointed towards the snake shaped talisman. "It looked like that. The drawing in the book which is why I wanted to pick it up." 
**********************************************************

"They're gone love." Riggs' voice was a hush as he moved around the darkened library a few minutes later. He moved towards his wife, his shoes on the rug the only sound.

"Uhuh." the sound came from her in disgust as she continued to look out into the city street, her arms crossed under her chest, watching a few late night students as they ran back across the campus.  She caught sight of both Galvin and Lyell as they were leaving the building.  "Who would have thought. A witch."

"Not what you were expecting?" you could hear the hurt and disappointment as he took another half step towards her wanting to just hold her.

"No not what I was expecting." she nodded towards the window, turning slightly towards the large Irish man. "Come on there is nothing else we can do tonight. We just have to wait for them to come back. And trust me, they're  curious enough that they will be back."

"You going to tell me what you two experienced just now?"

"You won't like what I have to say."

"How about you tell me anyway."
*******************************************
Lyell tossed his keys onto the kitchen table as the two brothers entered their apartment.  Crossing to the fridge he got himself a beer.  Galvin already heading to the shower to get the mystery liquid off him.
"Explain tonight to me."  the older brother said a half hour later when Galvin entered the kitchen grabbing a beer himself.  He gestured with his hand that he had no idea what was going on.  Without saying anything, Galvin went to the little desk the two shared in the corner of their living room, and turned on the laptop.  His pale strong fingers sped across the keyboard as he went to a website for occult books.   "You were puking up water, as if you had been drowning.  That's not normal. And and and the .... the the electricity...I saw that! It past right between you two."  He was now leaning over his younger brother's shoulder one hand on the back of his chair the other on the edge of the desk. "What the hell happened back there? Between you two?"

"As soon as I figure it out, I'll tell you."  he clicked on a book on the website.  "This was the book that I read the spell from."     

"Portals and Gateways."  both males said out loud at the same time.  Galvin fished his cell phone out of his messengers bag and dialed the book store.  Within five minutes he had his jacket on again and heading out to the store to pick up a copy.  
**************************************************
The dark haired male sat slumped on a bench in the laundromat a few buildings away from the book store.  He hadn't wanted to wait to get home to read it and had ducked in the building.  The buzzing of the machines seemed to get louder by the second as his chocolate brown eyes skimmed the pages of the chapter that he had read from.  He nearly jumped out of his skin when his cell phone went off.  Digging into the pocket of his jeans he answered it.  "Hello...yeah. No I got it. I'm in some all night laundromat not that far... um yeah yeah. There's a ..."  he got up and wandered back outside to the street checking to see what was in the area.  "... there's a grocery and a deli, and looks like a flower shop across the street. No street sign though.  I'm on the side street from the book store. Only two places that are open are the grocery and the laundry.... Ford street? Yeah I'm on my way."  he hung up heading for the coffee shop three blocks away.

***************************************
Part 7 soon

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

That was so Epic

So it's one of those nights when I'm just trying to break out of my insane ramblings   routine.  Which always brings me to Youtube.  for old old music videos from twenty/thirty years ago.
Friend of mine always sends me these links for youtubes for hours worth of crap   informative vids on UFOs and conspiracy theories, which is her thing.  Not mine.
I want only stuff with true grit man! Oh yes.  Music!  Lots and lots of loud noisy sounds that we used to see on heavy rotation years ago on, wait for it;  MuchMusic when it still played ... music.
And where did my Epic journey take me tonight you might ask. Well, you filthy little sheep mongers, it brought me Right Round to a video by Faith No More and Dead or Alive. 
You gooberfests.
Did it help you're wanting to know? Did I; your great and loved Heavy Metal Goddess, your picture perfect caffeinated lust-bunny, also known to a singularly few X-Division guys as the naughty librarian,  Lady Lestat; actually manage to break out of my mind numbing routine?
No.  Not in the slightest. 

Operation Burnout

My last few reviews have looked the same.   And I loved the last few books.  But I was just finishing up a review, and it sounded like really bad ad-copy.   Really really bad ad-copy.

I wonder if I'm getting what my radio professor used to call burn out? 
The creative spark just gone from my writing all together?  

I mean man,  that post I wrote on here yesterday, the first bit of "writing" I've done in what... six months?  And not even up to my normal standards. 
Can you loose your lust for life when your life is a keyboard?

Monday, March 28, 2011

Lights out in the Library part 5

Another chunk of my short story.  You can find part one here,   part two here, part three here, and part four here.  Okay so it's turned into a series.

*****************************************

"Could be anything down here..." Galvin snorted  "Trap doors, lost treasure, dead bodies." 

"Okay I'm so taking away your Goonies dvd. " Lyell replied as he continued to snicker at his younger brother.  "Dude, you are starting to stink. You need to wash that the second you get home."

"I know. Good thing I don't have a hot date or anything."

"Yeah. No kidding. Hey, look at this."  Lyell moved around a large stack of folding chairs towards a mirror that was covered in drawings.  "You were the art major, any idea what these mean?"  Galvin limped over to where he was and leaned in over his shoulder.  Lyell twitched knocking his brother's chin off his left shoulder, not once but twice before reaching out to run his pale fingers over the wooden frame of it.  "Ow!" he pulled away, his hand bleeding. The mirror started to slide from it's hinge, both men scrambling to catch it.

"And there goes my shoulder." Galvin held his left shoulder now too. "You're secretly trying to kill me aren't you? I knew it. Mom always loved you best."

"And you just figuring that out now?  So any idea what those designs are?"

"They're ruinic." a female voice said from the doorway.  Both men turned to see Hermia standing a few feet away from them. "You two make really noisy detectives. I could hear you down the hall."

"We got locked in."  Lyell said flatly. "Thought you might have a key or something."

"No key.  Back door's this way."  Her eyes then went to slits. "Crap, you're bleeding. Damn it! Come here let me clean you up. NOW!"
***************************************************
Part 6 soon

Ardeth the Vampire Detective

I was on my way to mom's around lunch time.   The plan was to make strawberry jam.  Which we did.
And I bumped into this guy who I knew back in high school over 20 years ago.  He has not changed, gotten taller but otherwise he looked just like he did in grade 10 back in 1990.
I do not look anything like I did back then, thank god, but he recognized me because of my Vampiro tee.
When he knew me, I had a different stage name.  Anyway, he pointed to the shirt and asked if I was still into all that, if I was still the Vampire Detective ?
I almost said yes, just out of habit but had to say no.  I was very distracted by the fact he did not have a wedding ring on his hand, and last I heard in the rumour mill was that he was married. 

But all that got me thinking, about my life when things were ... more innocent. 
We're talking before the internet, before there was a Buffy the Vampire Slayer tv show, before there was the millions of books on the topic of vampires, and Anne Rice had only done 3 books in her Vampire Chronicles.
I was like this walking talking breathing vampire encyclopedia. If you wanted to know what vampire movie was located at what rental place in town, I was your go to librarian.  If you wanted to know which record store could order you which vhs copy of which vampire movie, I was your girl.  If you wanted to know when the latest issue of Fangoria was due and which comic store in town carried it, I was it baby. 

When did that all change?  Simple, when the world suddenly became like living in the movie Johnny Mnemonic.  Yes, the internet took my purpose.  But no point in crying over spilled milkshakes.

So, there's me today, sitting around my mother's waiting for the blood red strawberry jam to be done, reading for review "Demons are a Girl's Best Friend"    thinking about one thing.    The Rick Springfield version of Nick Knight.   The original tv movie from 1989 that spawned the fabulous series Forever Knight.  I just could not wait to get home and pop it into the DVD player.  
Not taking a thing away from Nigel Bennett who made the character of Lacroix famous in the tv series, but I always thought Michael Nader who played the character first in the movie one hell of a vampire. 
They just don't write them that good ... um nasty... any more.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Fine! Whatever

I have to stop talking about stuff I'm excited about.  I don't know how often it happens to the rest of you all out there, but every god damned time I have something in the works and get hyper over the project, it falls through on me.  Totally bottom out on me.
I mean on everything, from projects to relationships/friendships. 

It's usually a situation where I'm working with someone or planning something with someone and they just bail on me.  After I've been talking about it for days/weeks what have you. 
I do not think I can go through another frealing disappointment career wise.  Dude, I'm at my wits end.

Christ, I really do think I live in a version of the hellmouth.