crack_alchemist

House was rapping.

That is all.

why do I do it?  seriously? 

spongebob/squilliam fancyson?

really?

Plurk.  It's much better than twitter.  Why?

1.  You can actually keep track of your friends better.  The interface is really cool.
2.  You control what you see and what you don't see.
3.  It just is that's all!

I have a plurk right here

http://www.plurk.com/greenfamilytree

Go check it out.  Join.  You will enjoy it 10X more than twitter.

But would anyone be interested in a little roleplaying?  I'm working on a journal for my current book, where the characters work out certain issues between them.  It would help me with coming up with so-called normal reactions to "external" stimuli.

If you would be interested, go ahead and comment. I don't foresee tons of commitment or scheduling involved, like the typical roleplay, and I would provide a quick background and skeleton character profile to start work with.

Any takers?

Since I've been playing incessantly with blogger layouts, I thought I try to peep out an LJ one. What do you think???

I went and blogged at my writing blog about -- what else? -- writing and reading.

Now I'm so wanting to go home!

Watched teh memorial service.  For those of us who are "of color", you'll understand when I say that was the BIGGEST BLACK FUNERAL I've ever seen.  I'm so glad no one threw themselves on the casket; they probably would have bruised themselves (seriously?  gold-plated bronze?)

On a serious note, there were some very poignant moments (weren't they all, you ask?  not really).  I missed a small bit while I was driving to work, so I missed Brooke Shields.  I heard she was openly weeping through her speech.

Some things that really struck me:

The speech by Al Sharpton (I know, I know, I can't stand the man either).  He's is SUCH an everloving blow-hard -- imagine my surprise when he came out of his mouth with a speech that actually made sense and told it like it was.  The best part?  Out of all the people there, he was the only one who addressed MJ's kids directly, in true Pastor fashion:  "wasn't nothing strange about your daddy; it was strange what he had to deal with". O.o  So, okay, he moved up 1/2 notch from the 7th circle of Hell in my book.

Paris Katherine:  I seriously think the world will need to watch out for this little sistah.  She was the last one that spoke, all of 11 years old.  "Ever since I was born, Daddy was the best father you could ever imagine and I just want to tell everyone that I love him and I miss him so much."  Baby Jackson say what?  I would also note that after Al Sharpton said his piece, she was the first of the family on its feet.  You go, little girl.

Shaheen Jafargholi singing "Who's Lovin' You?".  Many props to the kid for singing that in front of this particular crowd.  I would have wet myself in spectacular fashion had I been the one.

That's all I can remember for now.  If you can, go watch the highlights.  It was good; I hope it was closure for the bajillion people out there -- aside from his family (who the world can now see OBVIOUSLY loved their brother to pieces) -- who are still mourning the loss.

I needs some writer help.

I'm an only child, so dealing with siblings is NOT something I'm familiar with. I'm in a part of my book where I have to deal with sibling dynamics.   There are presently 13 of the buggers in the same blood family and can I tell you how hard it is to make sure they ACT like a damned family despite themselves?

All you folks on my FL with sisters and brothers (who are either loved or hated, seriously), could you go over to my writing journal and leave some comments on this post about how things work in a sibling family? If you have a large family, that would be even better!

I really appreciate the help!

In other words...

WHY did Jordin Sparks come up with a song called "Battlefield"? Seriously?

In other, other words...

WHY is some lady walking into my store at 8:50 to use the computer -- after having called at 8:40 asking when we close?  Yes, I know it's her.  We close @ 9:00pm Biotch.  GTFO.  Whoever needs that scan will have to get it tomorrow -- DURING BUSINESS HOURS.  GTFO.  Now.

I went and did it. A new fiction is available for purchase.

Wings of Jericho - Part One

See there are these four guys, who have to go on this mission to save the world... oh, you've heard that one before? Well, when you last looked, did those guys have wings? And did they answer to a higher power? And was that world they had to save belong to us?

Okay, well, give it a try anyways. I think you'll like it. I already find Duncan quite a thrill to write.

Much props for this!

No really.

Being the silly little emotional Pisces I am, I am all in flubber about MJ.  Farrah too, but not quite as much.  Farrah fought a good fight, and now she's resting in peace (pardon the pun).  APPARENTLY Michael had no warning. 

Cardiac Arrest sucks.  I know from personal experience.  I watched paramedics work on my mom after her heart stopped beating on October 29, 2002.  I followed them while the took her to the hospital and worked on her some more.  After a few minutes?  If you can't get the heart beating, it's over.  Basically, he was pratically dead when he hit the floor and had no warning.  I don't know if you actually are aware for that first few minutes while your brain is dying, but I certainly hope not. 

I was 5 years old when I first experienced Michael Jackson and the Jackson 5.  Between Michael and Donny Osmond, I was a little girl in LURVE.  When they came back in the late 70's, I was intrigued.  When Michael went solo, even more so.  His songs were such that even if you couldn't stand the guy, you couldn't get the music out of your head.

As far as all of the weirdness in his life that followed his SUPER SUPER STARDOM, a friend and I spent a bit discussing this (she has a Soc. degree, and hopefully by now she has that PhD she's been working so hard on), and she surmised that he had some serious mental issues.  I don't judge on the pedophilia; not my place to judge especially now.

I will miss him deeply.  He was part of my childhood.  Only 8 years older than me.  Now, I feel old.

Where have I been that I didn't know that both David Carradine and David Eddings have died?  Seriously?

Apparently, he died in almost the same way that Michael Hutchense of INXS passed on.  Nothing solid, but apparently they were found the same way.

and David Eddings?  He's one of the writers that got me writing in the first place!  Lawdy Lawdy lawd.

Seriously.

A Bunch of Balooney

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I've just finished doing something utterly evil.  Since I hate to leave things unfinished, I've decided to do somethng drastic to stoke those creative fires.

So, sometime later, you should see something that would make Missy Elliott take a look and shout out her favorite line... 

"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE - Mix!"

Good ole beta, get your blue pencil ready. 

Does he listen to me?  No.  Is he sitting quietly waiting?  No.  Is is jumping around willy nilly in my brain with his hand up, screaming "Oh! Oh! Oh!".  Yes.

50K words in, Mr. A seems to want to express himself.  *sigh*  Dude, I have other people I have to take care of before you get to speak, so leave me be for a minute or two!  I don't care if you are Ms. J's twin brother, and have been traveling with her these past eight chapters.   You. Have. To. Wait. 

So, anyway, those of you who are interested in following the exploits of this book, you can go visit my dedicated blog over here.  You can ask all kinds of questions about the story that you want.  I may even answer them.  Teasers, history, essential mutterings will about over there.  You'll meet the characters -- for the most part -- especially if they are behaving as they should. *eyes Mr. A*

You can even buy the parts as they come out.  I'm publishing it as a serial, in four chapter sections.  Nicely bound and all that there.  Right now, I've got part one available over at my Etsy shop, and if you tell me you've come from LJ over here, I'll give you 40% off.  Cause, really, you've been following this crazy head around for years and you deserve a break.

can someone explain this? i need to stop looking at these, but i can't seem to escape.

Bon Family

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Aw jeeez. Why, my people... why?

Duct Duct Awkward #2

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Wooooooow! I'm frighted. Again.

Doubledelish

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I may have more to say later, but right now, this frighted me.



[edit: everytime i look at this i can't stop laughing.]

I just happened to be listening to another song by Mr. TO & Dawn.  Honestly, they're doing some kind of alphabetical thing on the oldies stations; they just finished playing "Kung Fu Fighting".

The next tune from this dude?

Knock Three Times