Guilty pleasures, and pure dorkery.
Thursday, January 8. Weather: Cold but Clear. Meljean is still “woot”ing. (See previous entry. She really likes peanut-butter-and-banana sandwiches — and thanks to everyone for their comments and congratulations!) The phone rings. It is the FIL, reminding Meljean that she was driving him to the U-Haul place after she drops the tot off at pre-school. […]
I love George Michael. If there are any artists who define the sound of the 80s for me, it’s got to be Madonna, George Michael (and Wham!) … and the music from the Footloose soundtrack. The reason is pretty simple: I didn’t have a stereo, but my sister did, and the cassettes I mostly remember […]
Okay, so I was checking out the search strings that lead people to my site, and I’m pleased that DEMON ANGEL and Meljean Brook (and Meljean Brooks) are among the top twenty. The other seventeen? All about He-Man. I kid you not. So, curious, I dropped by the old blog and checked out my He-Man […]
It’s not just that spam is really dumb, that they try to trick all of the spamguards with bad spelling “pr0n girrl suxors c*och!” and subjects like “Hi! I got your message!” because I never fall for them anyway (because I don’t send messages to people I don’t know.) No. It’s the disappointment. When I […]
Unlike 2006, in 2007, I vow not to: Cut my hair with my sister’s cuticle clippers. Burn myself with peas. Write a 156,000 word novel. Kill my car by forgetting to keep it lubed and maintained. Kill any more plants (this should be easy, since I’ve already killed them all.) Go weeks without getting through […]
So, I finished the Doyen Scrolls page (although I’ll update it with additional info and subjects later, and also a timeline and links to make navigation through the page easier). Initially, I was just going to have a long, boring-ass explanation of the background, what a Gift was, why free will is important, things like […]
All you lurkers out there. You know who you are. If I lurk at someone’s blog, I will post a comment between X-Mas and NY. If you lurk here, feel free to post. Even if it’s only an anonymous comment like: lurker1 Yo. Spread the word. The lurkers are coming out. Or at least one […]
I think I’d call it: Wink of Death or Nietzsche’s Ballocks or Free Willy’s Krill or Bloody Angel Nips or Satan’s Dirty Sock (but only one)
…to spend like half an hour just deciding which salutation to use in an e-mail to a person I don’t know. Yeah. This is why I don’t win friends and influence people … I’m in the corner figuring out how to say hi.
MISSY: I hate you. MELJEAN: What? What do you want me to do? You, my precious inner/former child, should learn to like the closet a bit better. MISSY: Die. MELJEAN: If I do that, then you’ll never see how Tender Rebel turns out. MISSY: It’s a romance, they end up happily-ever-after. MELJEAN: Oh, dear Missy. […]
MELJEAN: Well. MISSY: Yeah. MELJEAN: Here we are. (awkwardly stubs toe in dirt) MISSY: Yeah. MELJEAN: …c’mon, now, you can’t hold this against me! I was really busy! MISSY: Uh-huh. MELJEAN: I wrote an effing book, you little twerp! MISSY: Oh, you say that like it’s a big deal. Fatty. MELJEAN: *sob* MISSY: While Meljean […]
MISSY: Ha ha! I did it! When stupid Meljean opened up the closet door looking for spiders to smash, I bonked her in the head with a boot! I’m free! I’m free! MELJEAN: **groan** …no…time…for you…must…write… MISSY: Shut up! I’ll kick you in the face, you meanie! I can’t believe you wrote a thing about […]
MELJEAN: Hmm…the site seems to be on the blink. MISSY: Oh, so this is your excuse for being late? You said you’d play with me yesterday. MELJEAN: Hehe. So I did. I admit it, I’m a dork. The only thing I worry about being late for is a deadline. Oh, and menstruating. That would be […]
MELJEAN: Hmm…the site seems to be on the blink. MISSY: Oh, so this is your excuse for being late? You said you’d play with me yesterday. MELJEAN: Hehe. So I did. I admit it, I’m a dork. The only thing I worry about being late for is a deadline. Oh, and menstruating. That would be […]