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My bad.
I forgot I had a Dreamwidth account
Jan. 27th, 2010 09:01 amBeen busy doing everything else. Silly me. ;)
NCIS starts the new season tomorrow!
Has anyone seen the promo lately? Because if you have, there's something I want to know --
( Okay, I'm really curious )
Has anyone seen the promo lately? Because if you have, there's something I want to know --
( Okay, I'm really curious )
Got my property tax bill
Sep. 21st, 2009 08:54 amTurns out the state is not going to allow us our homestead exemption this year due to falling revenues, and apparently the homestead exemption won't be reinstated until revenues are back to 3% above inflation. Yeah, right.
People are out of work, people can't pay mortgages, people can't pay their car note, but the state decides to get rid of a credit on our property tax to make up monies that they squandered away due to mismanagement????
:: insert angry rant ::
That's taxation without representation! I didn't vote for this! This was not even known until everyone got their property tax bills last week! There was nothing in the paper! There was nothing on the news! Talk about people being in utter shock and utterly pissed off!!
Then comes another cruel twist -- as you get older, you get other credits. My mom, aunt and uncle didn't notice a huge difference in their bills, but they're all in their 70's. I'm not! I don't get those credits! It's gonna take two paychecks to pay my property tax bill! It was bad enough when it was 1 1/2 paychecks. Do they think I'm made of money? I'm not! I work for a living!
This is so wrong on so many levels.
:: rant still going on, but now I'm taking a breather ::
People are out of work, people can't pay mortgages, people can't pay their car note, but the state decides to get rid of a credit on our property tax to make up monies that they squandered away due to mismanagement????
:: insert angry rant ::
That's taxation without representation! I didn't vote for this! This was not even known until everyone got their property tax bills last week! There was nothing in the paper! There was nothing on the news! Talk about people being in utter shock and utterly pissed off!!
Then comes another cruel twist -- as you get older, you get other credits. My mom, aunt and uncle didn't notice a huge difference in their bills, but they're all in their 70's. I'm not! I don't get those credits! It's gonna take two paychecks to pay my property tax bill! It was bad enough when it was 1 1/2 paychecks. Do they think I'm made of money? I'm not! I work for a living!
This is so wrong on so many levels.
:: rant still going on, but now I'm taking a breather ::
Adventures in cooking
Aug. 10th, 2009 09:07 am:: I forgot about my Dreamwidth journal ::
I am NOT a "whiz" in the kitchen. Heck, I'm not even a "wiz" in the kitchen. My idea of high cuisine is "Open can, pour contents into saucepan, put over medium heat, stir occasionally until hot." Either that or "cover dish with paper towel and microwave for 2 minutes." I come from a loooooong line of good southern cooks, but the cooking gene skipped me.
Heck, I can't even make biscuits. Will I have to turn in my southerner's card?
Well, another thing I can't cook is dried beans. I've tried and I've tried, but it never comes out. So yesterday, I decided to try again. I got dried black eyed peas and some fatback. They don't call fatback "fatback" anymore. It has some other name now which escapes me at the moment, but the young clerk had absolutely no idea what it was when I asked her where it was. I asked the older butcher who knew exactly where they had it. He told me I wasn't the only one who couldn't find it since they gave it a more politically correct name.
I get home, I get a handful of dried black eyed peas, rinse them off, put them in a big pot of water, toss in a slice of fatback and let it cook for about an hour. They're okay, but I won't go beyond that. Next time, I'll use a little beef boullion as well.
However, my mashed sweet potatoes and steaks that I cooked for me and mom for supper last night turned out pretty good. :)
I am NOT a "whiz" in the kitchen. Heck, I'm not even a "wiz" in the kitchen. My idea of high cuisine is "Open can, pour contents into saucepan, put over medium heat, stir occasionally until hot." Either that or "cover dish with paper towel and microwave for 2 minutes." I come from a loooooong line of good southern cooks, but the cooking gene skipped me.
Heck, I can't even make biscuits. Will I have to turn in my southerner's card?
Well, another thing I can't cook is dried beans. I've tried and I've tried, but it never comes out. So yesterday, I decided to try again. I got dried black eyed peas and some fatback. They don't call fatback "fatback" anymore. It has some other name now which escapes me at the moment, but the young clerk had absolutely no idea what it was when I asked her where it was. I asked the older butcher who knew exactly where they had it. He told me I wasn't the only one who couldn't find it since they gave it a more politically correct name.
I get home, I get a handful of dried black eyed peas, rinse them off, put them in a big pot of water, toss in a slice of fatback and let it cook for about an hour. They're okay, but I won't go beyond that. Next time, I'll use a little beef boullion as well.
However, my mashed sweet potatoes and steaks that I cooked for me and mom for supper last night turned out pretty good. :)
Stupid question time
Jul. 10th, 2009 08:49 amYou're heading toward a major intersection.
You see the traffic light.
It's green.
You're back quite a ways, so the question will it still be green when you reach the intersection or will it be turning yellow or red?
There are cameras at the intersections taking pictures of anyone who runs a red light.
You're getting closer....
The light is still green...
You're at the intersection...
The light is still green...
You go through the light JUST as it turns yellow and you hope that the cameras didn't take your picture or that whoever looks at the photos is in a good mood and won't send you at ticket for running a yellow light.
So what I want to know is that instead of just having a GREEN light, why doesn't it have a green number glowing telling the drivers how many seconds are left before it goes yellow? Why doesn't the red light have a countdown as well letting drivers know how long they'll be at the red light? Instead of just having the round lights, why not have a bright flashing marker telling you the seconds?
~*~*~*~*~
And I just got the alert on my Geocities account. They're closing down on October 26, 2009. :::pbffttt::
You see the traffic light.
It's green.
You're back quite a ways, so the question will it still be green when you reach the intersection or will it be turning yellow or red?
There are cameras at the intersections taking pictures of anyone who runs a red light.
You're getting closer....
The light is still green...
You're at the intersection...
The light is still green...
You go through the light JUST as it turns yellow and you hope that the cameras didn't take your picture or that whoever looks at the photos is in a good mood and won't send you at ticket for running a yellow light.
So what I want to know is that instead of just having a GREEN light, why doesn't it have a green number glowing telling the drivers how many seconds are left before it goes yellow? Why doesn't the red light have a countdown as well letting drivers know how long they'll be at the red light? Instead of just having the round lights, why not have a bright flashing marker telling you the seconds?
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And I just got the alert on my Geocities account. They're closing down on October 26, 2009. :::pbffttt::
Merlin and Fusions
Jun. 22nd, 2009 09:14 amLast night, there was a show on network tv called Merlin. It showed Merlin and Arthur about the same age, Giles from Buffy as King Uther, Guinevere (spelled Gwynefer on my closed captioning) as the blacksmith's daughter and Morgana as the king's ward.
Is this the Merlin that's been playing in England? If it is, then they're finally airing it where I live and it's a hoot! On network tv no less! Arthur's a prat, according to Merlin. A dragon is telling Merlin, "Yes, he's a prat, but maybe you can do something about that." Magic's been outlawed but Uther for 20 years, but Merlin can do magic naturally. It was rather cute.
Gotta watch it next week.
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Saturday, I had to get the oil changed in my car. While I was waiting, I did the usual tour of the place, sat in cars, checked out mileages on new cars, you know how it is when you're window shopping at a car dealership. I got to sit in a 2010 Fusion Sport. WOW! Okay, except for the fact it had leather seats and I want cloth seats, I fell in love with that car! It was so freaking comfortable and somewhat sportier than the typical Fusion. It was just $31,000 so I decided to let them keep it.
Then, later on, mom and I were running errands and she wanted to look at the Fusion. We both found some we liked, and the prices were much better than the Fusion Sport.
WHY can't they make cars more affordable? I mean, it's four wheels, a seat, and a steering wheel. They all have them. Why are the prices so flipping high (I know, it's a rhetorical question)? We HAVE to have cars to get places, so why aren't they cheaper since they're a necessity and not a luxury for some?
Is this the Merlin that's been playing in England? If it is, then they're finally airing it where I live and it's a hoot! On network tv no less! Arthur's a prat, according to Merlin. A dragon is telling Merlin, "Yes, he's a prat, but maybe you can do something about that." Magic's been outlawed but Uther for 20 years, but Merlin can do magic naturally. It was rather cute.
Gotta watch it next week.
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Saturday, I had to get the oil changed in my car. While I was waiting, I did the usual tour of the place, sat in cars, checked out mileages on new cars, you know how it is when you're window shopping at a car dealership. I got to sit in a 2010 Fusion Sport. WOW! Okay, except for the fact it had leather seats and I want cloth seats, I fell in love with that car! It was so freaking comfortable and somewhat sportier than the typical Fusion. It was just $31,000 so I decided to let them keep it.
Then, later on, mom and I were running errands and she wanted to look at the Fusion. We both found some we liked, and the prices were much better than the Fusion Sport.
WHY can't they make cars more affordable? I mean, it's four wheels, a seat, and a steering wheel. They all have them. Why are the prices so flipping high (I know, it's a rhetorical question)? We HAVE to have cars to get places, so why aren't they cheaper since they're a necessity and not a luxury for some?
How would you like to join an artist's colony?
Don't worry, you won't have to change your home address if you want to tag along. ;) Basically, I'm inviting anyone who would like to have a place to ask questions about vidding, ficcing and manipping, showcase their work, get feedback on their work, learn new techniques, learn how to do things (vidding/manipping/etc) you've always been interested in but never had the time to do yourself, etc.
It's on Delphi.
http://forums.delphiforums.com/SG1Creat
The front page says:
Fans helping fans with video creation, photoshop skills, and fiction writing. Everything creative is welcome. SG1 is our focus but all are welcome.
Our first and most important rule is to treat others with respect. While we do allow limited show discussion, it will be kept civil or will not be allowed further.
Some fandoms are less forgiving of fan efforts than others. If you know yours is one of those, please don't post material here. If you do and the mods are made aware, the material will be deleted and the poster will be moderated. Any infractions not caught by the mods should be reported to the mods offlist.
Posting of photoshop images and fan fiction is allowed (please create a thread for each story), but links to videos are requested.
There are a lot of specific thread titles such as:
• Is there life after the show ends?
• Stealing Someone's Story
• Are You Always "You" Elsewhere?
• TV to Fanfic vs. Fanfic to TV
• Crossovers - What Works/What Doesn't
• Creating A Title
• Watching One's Own Vids
• Reading One's Own Stories
It's meant to be a place where maybe we can all learn new techniques about our favorite pasttimes, learn the basics of what could be new favorite pasttimes and generally be a creative forum. Some threads are about the creative culture a lot of us have joined in, what's allowed, what isn't.
If you have the time, drop on by, check out the threads, see if you're interested. :) It's the usual "kick the tires and slam the doors" scouting mission to see if you want to drive it.
Don't worry, you won't have to change your home address if you want to tag along. ;) Basically, I'm inviting anyone who would like to have a place to ask questions about vidding, ficcing and manipping, showcase their work, get feedback on their work, learn new techniques, learn how to do things (vidding/manipping/etc) you've always been interested in but never had the time to do yourself, etc.
It's on Delphi.
http://forums.delphiforums.com/SG1Creat
The front page says:
Fans helping fans with video creation, photoshop skills, and fiction writing. Everything creative is welcome. SG1 is our focus but all are welcome.
Our first and most important rule is to treat others with respect. While we do allow limited show discussion, it will be kept civil or will not be allowed further.
Some fandoms are less forgiving of fan efforts than others. If you know yours is one of those, please don't post material here. If you do and the mods are made aware, the material will be deleted and the poster will be moderated. Any infractions not caught by the mods should be reported to the mods offlist.
Posting of photoshop images and fan fiction is allowed (please create a thread for each story), but links to videos are requested.
There are a lot of specific thread titles such as:
• Is there life after the show ends?
• Stealing Someone's Story
• Are You Always "You" Elsewhere?
• TV to Fanfic vs. Fanfic to TV
• Crossovers - What Works/What Doesn't
• Creating A Title
• Watching One's Own Vids
• Reading One's Own Stories
It's meant to be a place where maybe we can all learn new techniques about our favorite pasttimes, learn the basics of what could be new favorite pasttimes and generally be a creative forum. Some threads are about the creative culture a lot of us have joined in, what's allowed, what isn't.
If you have the time, drop on by, check out the threads, see if you're interested. :) It's the usual "kick the tires and slam the doors" scouting mission to see if you want to drive it.
I have just a few points to make
Jun. 19th, 2009 08:14 pmTo mom's boyfriend: when the expiration date on a package of bologna says November 2003, it's time to throw it away.
To idjit vendor: telling my boss lies about me when my boss knows me is rather stupid, especially when the lies you're trying to tell are about a phone call that he listened to while standing in my office.
To Hollywood directors/writers/producers: the constant remake of movies HAS to stop. Yes, I saw Red Dawn. Yes, I loved Red Dawn. Guess what? In the early 80's, the idea that Russia could attack us was not a far-fetched one since so many of us grew up during the Cold War. We grew up under the nuclear threat. How in the world can you remake Red Dawn when the Soviet Union and the US aren't in the Arms Race anymore?
To self: when cutting grass in the early evening and wearing shorts, remember that BUGS THINK YOU'RE A SMORGASBORD!
To mojo: where the heck are you? I've got plot bunnies to write. Okay, so there's no free time lately, but what the hey? I used to be able to string together coherent sentences and tell a story! Okay, so today I used a tried and true method to get the mojo flowing, and there was just partial success. Where are you? Come out, come out whereever you are!
To idjit vendor: telling my boss lies about me when my boss knows me is rather stupid, especially when the lies you're trying to tell are about a phone call that he listened to while standing in my office.
To Hollywood directors/writers/producers: the constant remake of movies HAS to stop. Yes, I saw Red Dawn. Yes, I loved Red Dawn. Guess what? In the early 80's, the idea that Russia could attack us was not a far-fetched one since so many of us grew up during the Cold War. We grew up under the nuclear threat. How in the world can you remake Red Dawn when the Soviet Union and the US aren't in the Arms Race anymore?
To self: when cutting grass in the early evening and wearing shorts, remember that BUGS THINK YOU'RE A SMORGASBORD!
To mojo: where the heck are you? I've got plot bunnies to write. Okay, so there's no free time lately, but what the hey? I used to be able to string together coherent sentences and tell a story! Okay, so today I used a tried and true method to get the mojo flowing, and there was just partial success. Where are you? Come out, come out whereever you are!
:: Headdesk ::
Jun. 18th, 2009 09:07 amI just read on Yahoo that North Korea may launch a missile toward Hawaii, sometime between July 4 and July 8. The infamous "they" say that the missiles may fly over Japan but not reach Hawaii. There's a lot of irony and headdeskery in that statement.
Better note: I saw an NCIS episode last night that I hadn't seen before. It was called Chimera. Now THAT episode had a lot of little moments that should have inspired fanfic, right? Lots of AUs? I can't remember seeing one. Oh, well...
I tried writing over the last few days, but my mojo has flown the coop. I read what I wrote and keep wondering how in the freaking heck could something that bad come out of my keyboard? It's disjointed, cliched, pedestrian, grammatically bad and basically a pile of poo. I know I'm in a rut, but why can't I go through a time of rutlessness? I've got plot bunnies! Why can't I wrangle them onto the printed page? I'm trying every trick I've ever known to haul me out of the rut, but it's not working. Yet. I am bound and determined to get out of the rut. Somehow.
And to top it all off -- I have to ask myself why my boss doesn't give vendors IQ tests BEFORE we start doing business them. Talk about headdeskery! Yesterday was the pinnacle of idjit-twidjit-jerkitis I've been witness to in a very long time. One vendor didn't know what their product's applications were, another didn't understand that ordering ONE PART is NOT a stock order, and the third -- well, let's just say this is someone who has NO idea that part numbers actually MEAN something to a computer. So do prices.
Today will be better. I'm calling dibs on having a better day.
Better note: I saw an NCIS episode last night that I hadn't seen before. It was called Chimera. Now THAT episode had a lot of little moments that should have inspired fanfic, right? Lots of AUs? I can't remember seeing one. Oh, well...
I tried writing over the last few days, but my mojo has flown the coop. I read what I wrote and keep wondering how in the freaking heck could something that bad come out of my keyboard? It's disjointed, cliched, pedestrian, grammatically bad and basically a pile of poo. I know I'm in a rut, but why can't I go through a time of rutlessness? I've got plot bunnies! Why can't I wrangle them onto the printed page? I'm trying every trick I've ever known to haul me out of the rut, but it's not working. Yet. I am bound and determined to get out of the rut. Somehow.
And to top it all off -- I have to ask myself why my boss doesn't give vendors IQ tests BEFORE we start doing business them. Talk about headdeskery! Yesterday was the pinnacle of idjit-twidjit-jerkitis I've been witness to in a very long time. One vendor didn't know what their product's applications were, another didn't understand that ordering ONE PART is NOT a stock order, and the third -- well, let's just say this is someone who has NO idea that part numbers actually MEAN something to a computer. So do prices.
Today will be better. I'm calling dibs on having a better day.
Gakked from Tejas
Jun. 17th, 2009 08:48 amIf there is one person or more on your friends list who makes your world a better place just because they exist and who you would not have met (in real life or not) without the internet, then post this same sentence in your journal.
I had a rather eventful weekend
Jun. 15th, 2009 09:01 amFriday night, mom and I went out for supper. There, in the parking lot was one of those new Smart cars. It was rather funny looking, but I got a chance to walk by it and look inside. It looks bigger on the inside than the outside would lead you to believe. I think whoever designed it must love Doctor Who.
Saturday, I went to the Levi's store to buy some new jeans. They had NONE in my size -- and it was the Levi's store! Everything they had was low-riders and mid-riders. I can't wear those. I like my jeans to go up to my waist.
We went to Red Lobster for lunch, and when we were leaving, the funeral procession for a local man who was killed in Afghanistan was going by. We saw the funeral at the church before we went to the Levi's store. There were police cars, motorcycles, army trucks, fire trucks, cars like you wouldn't believe. I know it took over 15 minutes for the procession to pass by, and since they were driving on a major highway, they weren't driving the usual slow speed for a funeral procession. They were driving a little faster. I didn't know who the guy was, only that three people from the state were killed at about the same time. I don't know why there were so many public service cars were at the funeral unless he was a police officer or a firefighter. Other than that, I only know he was in the National Guard.
I bought a 1 gig DDR RAM memory chip at Best Buy. My motherboard can handle two gigs, but all I had in it was a 128mb memory chip and a 512mb. I've only got two slots, so I had to take out the 128mb and replace it with the 1 gig, giving me the whopping amount of 1.5gigs of memory. At least I can watch Hulu.com without the whole computer locking up. ;)
There were a lot of other things going on during the weekend. I'm trying very hard to get past this logjam in my noggin when it comes to writing. I just can't seem to get the oomph together to write. That, plus the fact there's not a lot of time anymore to write kind of hinders the whole process.
And now it's Monday again. My coffee's in my cup, my granola bar is being slowly eaten and I'm catching up with some e-mails.
Is it Friday yet?
Saturday, I went to the Levi's store to buy some new jeans. They had NONE in my size -- and it was the Levi's store! Everything they had was low-riders and mid-riders. I can't wear those. I like my jeans to go up to my waist.
We went to Red Lobster for lunch, and when we were leaving, the funeral procession for a local man who was killed in Afghanistan was going by. We saw the funeral at the church before we went to the Levi's store. There were police cars, motorcycles, army trucks, fire trucks, cars like you wouldn't believe. I know it took over 15 minutes for the procession to pass by, and since they were driving on a major highway, they weren't driving the usual slow speed for a funeral procession. They were driving a little faster. I didn't know who the guy was, only that three people from the state were killed at about the same time. I don't know why there were so many public service cars were at the funeral unless he was a police officer or a firefighter. Other than that, I only know he was in the National Guard.
I bought a 1 gig DDR RAM memory chip at Best Buy. My motherboard can handle two gigs, but all I had in it was a 128mb memory chip and a 512mb. I've only got two slots, so I had to take out the 128mb and replace it with the 1 gig, giving me the whopping amount of 1.5gigs of memory. At least I can watch Hulu.com without the whole computer locking up. ;)
There were a lot of other things going on during the weekend. I'm trying very hard to get past this logjam in my noggin when it comes to writing. I just can't seem to get the oomph together to write. That, plus the fact there's not a lot of time anymore to write kind of hinders the whole process.
And now it's Monday again. My coffee's in my cup, my granola bar is being slowly eaten and I'm catching up with some e-mails.
Is it Friday yet?
The stupid! It burns!
Jun. 9th, 2009 10:05 amI just heard about this last night.
A lawsuit was dismissed recently.
It was a lawsuit going on for some years, I believe they said.
A lady was suing the Captain Crunch cereal people because she thought that when she bought the cereal that had crunchberries in it, she was actually getting FRUIT in her cereal!!! She thought crunchberries were REAL!
The comments at the end are hysterical. :)
http://www.boingboing.net/2009/06/04/he
A lawsuit was dismissed recently.
It was a lawsuit going on for some years, I believe they said.
A lady was suing the Captain Crunch cereal people because she thought that when she bought the cereal that had crunchberries in it, she was actually getting FRUIT in her cereal!!! She thought crunchberries were REAL!
The comments at the end are hysterical. :)
http://www.boingboing.net/2009/06/04/he
Watching the clock --
May. 19th, 2009 12:42 pm7 hours, 15 minutes until NCIS comes on and we find out what happens.
Another company has just told me that they're not using the antiquated fax any longer. They want all orders to be e-mailed.
Well, our system doesn't allow us to e-mail from our purchase order system.
First, I have to generate a purchase order.
Then I have to go to the screen that shows me the finished purchase order (which doesn't always work).
Then I have to resize the appearance of it in the system to maybe 85%.
Then I have to open up my e-mail which is NOT connected with our internal system.
I have to basically copy the purchase order into the 'clipboard'.
Then I have to import the clipboard into the body of an e-mail.
THEN I get to e-mail it off.
Now it sounds simple, and step-by-step, it really is, but our system doesn't work quickly when I have to do this! Sometimes our internal system will NOT cooperate with the programs on our boxes. I can't copy and paste information from the internal system into an external word document or spreadsheet.
This is not a good thing for our system, and our IT guy is at a loss at how to fix our internal system to just send an e-mail from the purchase order program.
Pbfftttt!
Well, our system doesn't allow us to e-mail from our purchase order system.
First, I have to generate a purchase order.
Then I have to go to the screen that shows me the finished purchase order (which doesn't always work).
Then I have to resize the appearance of it in the system to maybe 85%.
Then I have to open up my e-mail which is NOT connected with our internal system.
I have to basically copy the purchase order into the 'clipboard'.
Then I have to import the clipboard into the body of an e-mail.
THEN I get to e-mail it off.
Now it sounds simple, and step-by-step, it really is, but our system doesn't work quickly when I have to do this! Sometimes our internal system will NOT cooperate with the programs on our boxes. I can't copy and paste information from the internal system into an external word document or spreadsheet.
This is not a good thing for our system, and our IT guy is at a loss at how to fix our internal system to just send an e-mail from the purchase order program.
Pbfftttt!
Bits and pieces of an early morning without coffee -- so far :: glares at perking coffee pot ::
May. 15th, 2009 08:41 amI think the season ender of Legend of the Seeker comes on this weekend. I'm really curious about that.
I found another promo for the NCIS season ender that'll air on Tuesday on YouTube. ( Descriptions for a few extra scenes go behind cut ) Is it Tuesday yet?
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There's a set of books I didn't know if I'd ever want to read. They're called Casual Rex and Anonymous Rex. They made Anonymous Rex into a movie (it was cute!). I got the book but didn't realize until I started reading that it was the sequel, not the original. They only used the sequel's name for the book.
**Basic Backstory Synopsis -- not the plot**
Long story short, all the dinosaurs didn't die out. Some survived. They evolved into smaller dinos who eventually learn to disguise themselves as humans (don't ask how because it's one of the quirks of the book -- they shove their tails and claws into human looking guises and logic gets tossed out before you even open the book *g*).
I'm waiting for the library to get the original book, but I'm currently reading the sequel (it used to never take me long to read a book. Why does real life have to keep me from reading now?). It is absolutely HYSTERICAL! I mean some moments in this book prove that you do NOT drink a Pepsi and read at the same time. I love the way this writer writes.
For instance, here are five little paragraphs that give you an idea. Our main character, Private Investigator from Los Angeles Vincent Rubio (a Raptor) is in New York on a case. He's had a very busy, very bad day. He's tired, he's frustrated, he's getting the run around from everyone he talks to and then, lo and behold, he comes across a dino who picks a fight. It was a pretty vicious fight. Afterwards, Vincent just wants to find his hotel, take a shower, lay down and sleep. He's just NOT in the mood to deal with anything or anyone after everything that's happened.
I stagger into the Plaza Hotel thirty minutes later, my casualty-of-war garment bag draped across my body, and stumble to the reservations desk. All thoughts of the case -- of Sarah Archer, of Mrs. McBride, of Donovan Burke and his Evolution Club, and even of Ernie have compressed themselves into the subbasement of my consciousness. There is nothing left of me; I am a husk, a shell, my faculties having long since taken the A train.
"My name is Vincent Rubio," I whisper to the desk clerk, a kid so young he could be here on a work-study program from grade school, "and I want a room."
The clerk, surprised perhaps at my luggage, my weary eyes, my brusque manner, begins a stuttering reply. "Do -- do -- do you have --"
I now what's coming, head it off. "If you say you don't have a room," I tell him, my brain already sleeping, dreaming, letting the body do all the work, "if you say I need a reservation, if you even think about uttering the words I am sorry, sir -- I will leap behind that counter and bite your ears off. I will tear out your eyes and feed them to you. I will rip out your nostrils and plug them up your anus, and what's more -- what is more -- I will make sure you will never, ever, father a child, and I will do so in the most horrible, evil, mind-numbing way that your little mind can imagine. So unless you enjoy hearing yourself shriek in agonizing, blood-curdling, down-on-your-knees pain, I suggest you take my credit card, give me a key, and tell me which elevator to take."
My accommodations in the presidential suite are just lovely.
Early in the book, he's having to take a bus downtown. He doesn't ride the bus because, to a dino, mammals smell. It's too much for a dino to be crammed on a crowded bus with a bunch of humans since a dino's sense of smell is their most powerful sense.
Excerpt: The woman next to me has a strip of tin foil wrapped around her head like a sweatband, and though I don't ask her what the foil is for -- it's a policy of mine never to question anyone who clearly has a constitutional right to insanity -- she nevertheless feels the need to shout at me that her protective headgear keeps the 'terrestrial insects' away....
Practically every page has something that will make you giggle, smile or run off envious into the night because you want to be able to write some sentences the way this writer does (know what I mean? *g*)
I've read some first person stories, even written some first person stories, but they're not my favorite POV to read from. This one, however, seems to really work since I grew up on P.I. movies where the main character is usually talking to the audience in a first-person narrative style.
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Looking over at my coffee pot, I see it's stopped perking my coffee. I really need a cup.
I found another promo for the NCIS season ender that'll air on Tuesday on YouTube. ( Descriptions for a few extra scenes go behind cut ) Is it Tuesday yet?
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There's a set of books I didn't know if I'd ever want to read. They're called Casual Rex and Anonymous Rex. They made Anonymous Rex into a movie (it was cute!). I got the book but didn't realize until I started reading that it was the sequel, not the original. They only used the sequel's name for the book.
**Basic Backstory Synopsis -- not the plot**
Long story short, all the dinosaurs didn't die out. Some survived. They evolved into smaller dinos who eventually learn to disguise themselves as humans (don't ask how because it's one of the quirks of the book -- they shove their tails and claws into human looking guises and logic gets tossed out before you even open the book *g*).
I'm waiting for the library to get the original book, but I'm currently reading the sequel (it used to never take me long to read a book. Why does real life have to keep me from reading now?). It is absolutely HYSTERICAL! I mean some moments in this book prove that you do NOT drink a Pepsi and read at the same time. I love the way this writer writes.
For instance, here are five little paragraphs that give you an idea. Our main character, Private Investigator from Los Angeles Vincent Rubio (a Raptor) is in New York on a case. He's had a very busy, very bad day. He's tired, he's frustrated, he's getting the run around from everyone he talks to and then, lo and behold, he comes across a dino who picks a fight. It was a pretty vicious fight. Afterwards, Vincent just wants to find his hotel, take a shower, lay down and sleep. He's just NOT in the mood to deal with anything or anyone after everything that's happened.
I stagger into the Plaza Hotel thirty minutes later, my casualty-of-war garment bag draped across my body, and stumble to the reservations desk. All thoughts of the case -- of Sarah Archer, of Mrs. McBride, of Donovan Burke and his Evolution Club, and even of Ernie have compressed themselves into the subbasement of my consciousness. There is nothing left of me; I am a husk, a shell, my faculties having long since taken the A train.
"My name is Vincent Rubio," I whisper to the desk clerk, a kid so young he could be here on a work-study program from grade school, "and I want a room."
The clerk, surprised perhaps at my luggage, my weary eyes, my brusque manner, begins a stuttering reply. "Do -- do -- do you have --"
I now what's coming, head it off. "If you say you don't have a room," I tell him, my brain already sleeping, dreaming, letting the body do all the work, "if you say I need a reservation, if you even think about uttering the words I am sorry, sir -- I will leap behind that counter and bite your ears off. I will tear out your eyes and feed them to you. I will rip out your nostrils and plug them up your anus, and what's more -- what is more -- I will make sure you will never, ever, father a child, and I will do so in the most horrible, evil, mind-numbing way that your little mind can imagine. So unless you enjoy hearing yourself shriek in agonizing, blood-curdling, down-on-your-knees pain, I suggest you take my credit card, give me a key, and tell me which elevator to take."
My accommodations in the presidential suite are just lovely.
Early in the book, he's having to take a bus downtown. He doesn't ride the bus because, to a dino, mammals smell. It's too much for a dino to be crammed on a crowded bus with a bunch of humans since a dino's sense of smell is their most powerful sense.
Excerpt: The woman next to me has a strip of tin foil wrapped around her head like a sweatband, and though I don't ask her what the foil is for -- it's a policy of mine never to question anyone who clearly has a constitutional right to insanity -- she nevertheless feels the need to shout at me that her protective headgear keeps the 'terrestrial insects' away....
Practically every page has something that will make you giggle, smile or run off envious into the night because you want to be able to write some sentences the way this writer does (know what I mean? *g*)
I've read some first person stories, even written some first person stories, but they're not my favorite POV to read from. This one, however, seems to really work since I grew up on P.I. movies where the main character is usually talking to the audience in a first-person narrative style.
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Looking over at my coffee pot, I see it's stopped perking my coffee. I really need a cup.
Tonight's NCIS notes
May. 12th, 2009 08:00 pmOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG! Did you see that promo????
( 05/12/09 NCIS - reflections and comments )
( 05/12/09 NCIS - reflections and comments )
Ever notice --
May. 12th, 2009 08:55 amHow you'll gravitate to certain shows at different times? Even those you used to watch religiously, then stop, then start watching again? You go through cycles where you dearly love a show, then can't stand to watch it, then get interested in it again? Sometimes, it takes years to be able to rewatch a show. Other times, you just have fond memories and never care if you see a show again?
Right now, I'm absolutely in love with three current shows -- NCIS, Legend of the Seeker and Eureka. I haven't gotten tired of them yet. Hogan's Heroes, I could watch that every night. However, like a lot of other folks, I grew up on Andy Griffith. I can rewatch the first five years (the Barney years) over and over again, but since I can quote the dialogue, I don't care if I ever see another episode again.
Now, what prompted this observation and reflection? YouTube has tv shows on it now! Last night, I watched two episodes of Robin Hood with Richard Greene. I adored those! They were a hoot. :) I realized, however, that no matter how much I simply adored these episodes and really want to watch them again, my memories of them are somewhat different from the actual show. No matter. I still got a kick out of watching Robin Hood meet up with Friar Tuck (do NOT say his name in a tongue twisting exercise) or try to best the Sheriff of Nottingham.
Now I ask myself, out of the shows listed that I used to watch, do I really want to rewatch some of them? At least my computer can handle the Youtube versions. Hulu looks like a Harryhausen stop-action film (and if I wanted that, I'd watch Clash of the Titans and see Perseus run around in his little outfit...).
Right now, I'm absolutely in love with three current shows -- NCIS, Legend of the Seeker and Eureka. I haven't gotten tired of them yet. Hogan's Heroes, I could watch that every night. However, like a lot of other folks, I grew up on Andy Griffith. I can rewatch the first five years (the Barney years) over and over again, but since I can quote the dialogue, I don't care if I ever see another episode again.
Now, what prompted this observation and reflection? YouTube has tv shows on it now! Last night, I watched two episodes of Robin Hood with Richard Greene. I adored those! They were a hoot. :) I realized, however, that no matter how much I simply adored these episodes and really want to watch them again, my memories of them are somewhat different from the actual show. No matter. I still got a kick out of watching Robin Hood meet up with Friar Tuck (do NOT say his name in a tongue twisting exercise) or try to best the Sheriff of Nottingham.
Now I ask myself, out of the shows listed that I used to watch, do I really want to rewatch some of them? At least my computer can handle the Youtube versions. Hulu looks like a Harryhausen stop-action film (and if I wanted that, I'd watch Clash of the Titans and see Perseus run around in his little outfit...).
