So, I have a 1920s historical romance novella percolating. I’m doing the research now. While I do have a degree in history, I didn’t specialize in 1900s history.
I found a quiz to celebrate my new idea. And the quiz for today is finding your1920s name. It feels a little Godfather meets Bella Mafia.
This chick is about to bust out a Tommy gun and rob a bank a la Bonnie and Clyde.
| Your 1920’s Name is: |
 Mozelle Mafalda |
Yesterday, I went out with the Mad Madam M to watch the new movie Night at the Museum. The movie was awesome!
Now because I’m a librarian and must give credit where credit is due, this movie is based on a children’s book by Milan Trenc.
However, the book didn’t have such wonderful and distrubing goodness as Dick Van Dyke as a villain. Wait for a moment and picture that in your head. Also, I have to say for an old man, he still dances better than I do. Stay for the credits and watch him do a booty dance, dropping it like it’s hot. It’ll be burned into your retinas forever.
Next, we have Owen Wilson as a miniature cowboy with attitude and a Roman general who bravely let the air out of the tires for bad Dick’s getaway van. All their helpers get blown away and they’re snuggling together, still getting seriously windblown.
Roman General: “Save yourself!”
Cowboy Owen: “I ain’t gonna quit you!”
M and I laughed so hard we almost passed out. Anyone who’s seen Brokeback Mountain should recognize the homoerotic undertones of that line. Unfortunately, M and I must have been the only Brokback fans because everyone turned to look at us like we were insane while we whooped it up.
The middle of the film lagged a little, but the beginning and end took up the slack. Overall: brilliant film. I recommend it!
Gah!
Jen McKenzie called me this morning to whine about edits. I feel her pain. Over the past month, I’ve been in edits on…let’s see…four books. Four! Yeah, that’s good because it means I sold enough books to be in edits for all of them at once. However, it’s bad because I’m in freaking edits on four freaking books! At once! Switching gears like that blows hardcore.
So I feel Jen’s pain.
However.
I really hate edits, but I hate re-writes more. And I’m in re-write hell on Every Witch Way. This is a one big, huge bitch of a project. The hero, who until this point has whispered naughty things in my ear, is now silent, the bugger. Now that I want to add his point of view, the bastard has nothing to say!
Argh!
To comfort myself, I’m going to show you the models I have in mind for Merek, our taciturn hero, and Luca, a hotty Italian vampire. I think I’ve featured these before, but pictures of pretty men never get old.
Today is my twenty-something birthday.
I had all kinds of plans to do a quiz and giveaway prizes sorta like I did last year. But, my grandma is sick and I’m taking her to the hospital in about ten minutes.
Cross your fingers and hope she’ll be alright.
Sorry about the no Hump Day Hotties yesterday, this has been an on-going thing all week. I promise to do an extended edition when I get back to Utah.
So, happy birthday to me and I hope you guys have a better day than I will (cuz, dammit, it’s my birthday and someone should have a party–it’s practically and international holiday)!
No not THAT kind of booty. Get your minds out of the gutter. It’s taking up room where my mind is supposed to go.
Here’s the roll call of spiffiness I got for Christmas:
-MP3 player. I have no idea how to work it, and the instruction manual is in another language. This is kinda scary.
-Clothes. Notice how the one thing I hated to get as a child is now a treasured commodity. Love the clothes. I look cuuuute.
-Cash. Enough said. This greeny goodness is a great gift any time.
-A cordless phone. Mine did not survive the move to Utah. Thankfully Mad Madam M got me one without a whole crapload of excess stuff attached. It’s just a cordless phone. In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m not a techno-junkie. I leave that to the youngest sibling. And my Go-Go-Gadget dad.
-Slipper socks. It doesn’t sound glamorous, but it freaking snows in Utah. These are awesome! And they have the grippies on the bottom, so I won’t slip on the linoleum in the kitchen while I’m trying to get some Vanilla Chai tea. Yuuuuuuum.
Those are the highlights. Not a bad take overall, I’m pretty happy with it.
Relatives visited:
Mom.
Dad and stepmom. And youngest brother home from techie-nerd-boy school.
Both sets of grandparents: one for breakfast and one for lunch.
Aunt and cousins (Hi, Meg! I told you not to read this blog, so if you’re seeing this–log off! Log off now!) .
Uncle and his new fiancee. She possibly has a sicker and more twisted sense of humor than I do. Glad he’s decided to keep her.
Missed two of my three brothers though, they visited for Christmas Eve and spent Christmas with their girlfriends. Both nice girls too. It’s crazy how their taste improves with age. We won’t even talk about their high school options. *shudder*
Merry Christmas, everyone!!!
| Your Christmas Song Is |
 I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus Then I saw mommy tickle santa claus At Christmas, you feel like a kid again |
This week’s quiz is what holiday food are you?
I’m fruitcake.
And I’m weird.
I’m hurt. Deeply hurt.
Because it’s true. And because I hate fruitcake.
| You Are a Fruitcake |
 People pretend you’re sweet and precious, but they know how weird you really are! |
So, the Denver airport opened two hours before my flight took off last night.
Two.
Hours.
Before.
My.
Flight.
Guess what? That’s JUST long enough to route everyone from Denver to Salt Lake City (the closest big airport to Denver) and stuff my flight like a cheap crabcake.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if the chick next to me wasn’t a total Trekkie.
I like Star Trek, believe me. But…
Not when the flight attendant and the chick start talking to each other in KLINGON and discussing the books, movies, action figures they own.
Which of the stars they met and what they were like.
Which conventions they went to.
WHICH CHARACTER they dressed up like to go to said conventions.
Um. Help me please.
And the best news was that I have an official release date for Wereplanets: in Heat!
Drumroll, pleeeeease…
January 19, 2007.
Yes, yes, yes! (Insert orgasmic sounds from old shampoo commercials)
A few bits of insanity for the day.
First, my girl Nonny got hitched and I want to give a huge shout out to her and the charming Alan Morgan. Congrats!
For those of you who might be interested, they posted pics of the notorious affair–uh, joyous occasion–right over here. Very cute!
Second, I’m flying out tonight for California. If all goes well, I’ll be here to blog tomorrow. However, it was snowing like a mother-beyotch this morning and we all know what happened to those poor stranded folks out in Denver (which really ain’t that far from here).
Cross your fingers for me that I make it okay and don’t end up in the 12th level of hell like last year.
If I don’t make it, I’ll be back on Sunday. Have a lovely rest of your day and if you don’t come back to the computer between then and now…Happy Holidays!
So, I have to go take a driver’s test today. I’ve moved to Utah and there’s no more putting it off.
Ugh.
In Kentucky/Tennessee, I didn’t have to take any test. They assumed that since I was licensed to drive in a US state, I was qualified to drive there. Utah is not so trusting. This is such a bugger.
I say again, ugh!
What if I don’t pass? I mean, I’ve never been in an accident *knock on wood* so I think I’m a pretty good driver who does okay at following all the traffic laws, but you know they nail you on the little shit that is almost a culturally ingrained instinct by now. Someone asks you why you do it, and you say I don’t know. Because you just DO!
Ugh!
I also have to register my car in Utah today. Now I have to round up all the proper paperwork and hope like hell that nothing got lost in the move. I think I know where it all is, but if they ask for something I don’t have in my hot little hands…I’m so screwed. ‘Cause if I don’t have it, it is officially LOST.
Ugh, ugh, UGH!
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