Personality Quiz

Just returned from NEC, which was lovely. But am fried. The proof - am mainlining the song "Montego Bay." So. Here's are some fun quizes dealing with your favorite TV shows. I took the Supernatural one (of course), but pick your flavor.

Which Supernatural Character Are You?

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Beauty and the Geek

Beauty and the Geek is the only reality show I watch, and it is so worth it. At first I was horrified at how...um...brainless those poor girls seemed, but after a while I came to the conclusion (perhaps false) that they simply have no confidence in their intelligence. Therefore, when they are put on the spot and asked questions that make them feel self conscious about that lack they totally blank out on the answer. They take refuge in a giggle and an answer pulled out of thin air.

Last week I was scarred for life when it came time for two couples to go to elimation and it became clear that either Jim or Matt was going go. Matt is just plain adorable, but what makes me want to cry big tears is that Jim didn't make it to the makeover show. Srsly. I would love to see what he looks like under all that hair. He's already nice, but I think he's probably handsome as well. Sigh. Now I'll never know.

The Hotness Is Not Lost!

I'm baaaaack. And to ease us all into the routine of things, here's the uber-hotness from Lost. The only way it could have been better was if Sawyer was on that ship as well.

For Your Amusement

Anybody who's browsed through a bookstore knows how important the first page - heck, the first paragrah - of a book can be. It can be the difference between a wrinkled nose of disgust, or an Oh-I-must-buy-this-now face of delight. I believe a beginning must give the tone of the book, engage the reader with your character, and give some idea of plot; however, knowing this and getting it done are two different things. All I've determined up to this point in my career is when I haven't done it.

If you don't know why a beginning is a big deal, hie on over to the BookEnds Literary Agency Blog where the brave Jessica Faust and Kim Lionetti are taking 100 word starts, divided by genre, and picking their favorites. Go into one of the categories - go on, I dare you - and sift through the hundred or so of the offered beginnings. Current is Contemperary Romance. I've been following for a couple of weeks now and I never realized how quickly something can go from Oh, look at this...to, ew, stinky. I'm amazed at what some of these writers are able to accomplish in 100 words, and I'm so glad BookEnds did this exercise, because it reminds me of what a good beginning is. Miles vary, of course, but I don't think it's description, or something that is just there for shock value.

Just because I can, and because I'll be out for a week or two with family stuff, I'm submitting two of my beginnings for your perusal. One is...uh...slow, and one is from "Hard to Guard." Feel free to discuss amongst yourselves.

Number 1

A wyrm is missing. Check your charges. For those AWOL, meeting at seventeen hundred hours.

Connor McKenna read the message displayed on the pager cupped in his callused palm, his fingers clenching momentarily around the plastic. The pavement under his feet reflected the heat of the May sun up his jean clad legs.

The mingling of car exhaust, pollen and blacktop almost eclipsed the aroma of roasted meat and yeast wafting from the hot dog cart parked beside him.

Suppressing a sigh, Connor shoved the beeper deep into his pocket. "Looks like we’re up."

Beside him, his best friend Cisco Martin scowled into his own little black box. "That’s just super."

Number 2

A discordant noise resonated through the air over the practice field. Startled, Eclestes jerked his head around in the direction of the library and its ancient clock tower. Was it ten o’clock already? Damnation!

With a muffled curse, he handed off the arrows to one of his men and strode quickly towards the castle. He was supposed to be standing in the throne room tucked safely away behind his father’s many advisors, not sweating in the archery field. He was late and there would be hell to pay.

“Eclestes!”

The hail came from the stables. He turned to see his older brother, Samiel, cutting through the yard, his hair lank with sweat and stable grime.

Is That Viggo?

Last night I was watching the Oscars, and lo, what should I see on the red carpet but this -

How adorable is he? Eastern Promises, indeed. And if you could see the frock coat he's wearing you would know he's given new meaning to term distinguished. What I've learned is that I think he's hot no matter how much or how little facial hair he's sporting, and that's good to know.

To cast your own vote on the sexiness, go here.

Wait...grammar can be sexy?

Had a birthday. Hurray. (maybe you can't read sarcasm in that sentence so I'll spell it out for you.) Hurray *sarcasm*.

As a reverse birthday present, here is a link to Thamiris' Sexed Up Grammar Guide. I love this site. I didn't know grammar could be so darned entertaining. If you like erotica, you will enjoy this site. If you like grammar, you will enjoy this site. If you liked the tv show Xena or Hercules, and grammar, and erotica, you will think you have died and gone to heaven.

Disclaimer* I think you can tell by the title that adult language is used at Thamiris' Sexed Up Grammar Guide. Just so you know.

You know what? After reading that again, I'm smiling. Odysseys and Ecstasy: Grammar totally made my week, y'all.

Revelations

Snow day. Ugh.

I'd post a picture but it's too depressing. Two feet of snow on the back deck.

But, hey, this is funny. This past weekend I found out I am ten times less cool than I thought I was. I was called on my pronunciation of the word "blog." Twice. Because I've been saying bee-log, not blog (that rhymes with slog.) And I've heard it pronounced correctly, I know I have. My brain, however, is dyslexic when it comes to this term and to me, blog and b-log, are interchangable. Ugh. At this point, I don't think it's correctable.

We had playdoh out today - every single can we own. As we cleaned up pink squishy blobs from the floor, my daughter says - "What do you do when you have to put a trash can in a trash can?"