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A Long Time Coming (Part One)

It’s been two weeks since RomantiCon and I’m sure y’all were all wondering where my review was. Well, life gets crazy. I swear, since the beginning of October, I’ve been running around like a chicken with its head cut off. By the way, do chickens really run around after their heads are cut off? I may have grown up in the country, but we didn’t have chickens. My uncle did, but those little fuckers were mean and I never went around them. I left that to my brother and cousins. Cannon fodder.

Anyway, RomantiCon. Le sigh. Oh RomantiCon. I wish you could last for longer than four days. Honestly, I think I told Lea Barrymire that I wished life was RomantiCon interspersed with writing and reading and family time. Why do we have to come back to the real world after such a great, long weekend? Why? (Imagine me falling to my knees screaming this to the sky. Because I can be melodramatic too.)

I got there on Wednesday, arriving a day before the actual conference started. First off, let me just say I had a layover in Tampa, had about three Bloody Mary’s with this 80-something year old lady who was on her way to Baltimore for the Ravens’ game. I asked who they were playing and she said, “I don’t know, I’m just going to party.” Hell yeah! I had to have drinks with her after that. So by the time I got to Ohio, I was feeling pretty good. Found the shuttle and settled myself in the middle row while the driver went to find other passengers headed to the hotel.

But when he returned, it was with seven…Cavemen. Now when I’m traveling, I’m not in Danica mode. I’m in me mode and me, I mean I don’t dress up, wear just enough makeup to not scare little children and my hair is always in a pony-tail. So you can imagine my horror when I look up to see the seven buff, attractive Ellora’s Cave cover models headed my way like they were strolling out of a Quentin Tarantino. You know, slow motion, the wind whipping around them, shades on…cue the awesome soundtrack.

The driver says, “I have more people than I thought, maybe you’d like to take the passenger seat?”

Y’all, I jumped out of that van so fast I probably looked like someone had pushed me out. All I could picture was me being squished on that seat surrounded by muscles while looking like holy hell and it was enough motivation to get me moving faster than I’ve moved since my brother kicked me in the nose and ran away from me. I caught him, by the way. Anyway, I was safely seated in the passenger seat, buckled up and smiling brightly when seven very muscled men forced themselves into the van. With Aline Hunter perched on the stool between me and the driver. Good. God.

This is trouble waiting to happen. And it was just the first day of the conference!

I’m not going to give a blow-by-blow assessment of the whole conference because I have pictures for that. Yes, pictures. But, I will say that I really wish it wouldn’t have ended. And there were some highlights for the conference. Mainly me trying to take out three cavemen during one of the group shots on Bollywood night. Yeah. Totally. Bad shoulder + saree + kneeling to take a picture = Danica is stuck on the ground. I may have used Rodney’s broad shoulder to hoist myself to my feet wherein my saree fell apart right there on the stage. Yup, it started unraveling. Thank god I was wearing full on clothes underneath. For everyone’s sake.

Before the sauri and knock-down-the-cavemen moment

I did two workshops this year. The first one was “There’s an App For That” and OMG, we had so much friggin’ fun! I mean, seriously, we had so much fun I think I want to do it again next year. Slightly different of course, but look for yourself!

From left to right, Lea, Me, Jose, Ramrod, Griffin and Cara

Two of the teams trying to get the position right with the aid of Tyrone, Tammy, John and Judy…(The blowup dolls)

We had guest judges, Desiree Holt, Joey Hill and random audience participant Nancy overseeing the antics

Then Saturday, I took my turn with the cavemen. Okay, for two days in a row, there are photo shoots. The cavemen are made available for “book cover” like pictures with the registrants of the conference. Last year I took two pictures and I was so nervous and scared and ecstatic, I thought I was going to pass out. This year, I was a little more comfortable. Until I got up there.

You want me to what?

        

This was after Daivd grabbed my hair because “I know it gets in the way.” Um.

Then I become a giggling mess…

 

A hysterical giggling mess because David, the lovely man behind me, began to hump me

This is the final shot. In the others I was laughing too hard for you to see anything but my mouth.

Tomorrow, I’ll continue the saga of RomantiCon as told by blow-up dolls. Needless to say, we had a blast and I’m already gearing up for next year. Oh, what am I saying? I was ready for RomantiCon 2014 as I was checking out of the hotel on Monday morning. It’s the best fun you can have with…well, I was going to say with your clothes on, but mine fell off at Bollywood and the Cavemen walk around half-clothed most of the time. Well, it’s still fun.

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Stuck In My Head

I’m not doing a recap of RomantiCon yet. I’m still trying to recover from the trip (yes, it was that amazing) and get myself in order. I have edits to finish on my latest WIP, another WIP to start and finish before the end of November and another to start immediately after that. Can we say Danica is going to be a busy girl?

I say I’m not going to recap yet, but today’s What’s Playing Wednesday song is something that keeps replaying in my mind because of RomantiCon. Or rather because of the cavemen and their Old Hollywood performance. There’s just something about men in skin tight, black pants dancing on and around chairs that gets my motor running.

So today’s song is one that was played during the performance that nearly brought the house down. Those cavemen sure are talented and add in Tom Jones’ sexy voice and it’s a recipe for insanity.

Happy Hump Day!

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Caveman Justin’s Song Pick

With RomantiCon right around the corner, I wanted to give my audience a chance to relearn the cavemen. No, I’m not interviewing them again. I figure they need to get all the rest they can get because once October rolls around, these men will be busy, busy!

Instead, some of them were nice enough to take over my What’s Playing Wednesday posts. They’re going to pick songs they’re into at the moment whether it’s something they like to rock out to in their cars, work out to, dance to or just relax to, these are the Caveman Picks.

Today we have Caveman Justin who also happens to be an author with JustinEllora’s cave. Justin also makes me feel like a slacker because he’s always busy doing something constructive. Me? Not so much.

Justin chose a country song to share with y’all. Country music isn’t a genre that makes a frequent appearance here on What’s Playing Wednesday. And in his words…

I like it because its got a good beat, Kenny Cheney is awesome and the meaning behind it. Just enjoy the moment no matter what others think.

His song choice? “Come Over” by Kenny Chesney. And while you’re listening to this, be sure to check out Justin’s bio on Ellora Cave’s website, his caveman bio and friend him on Facebook! If you’re going to RomantiCon in October, be sure to look for him.

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Daylight Savings Time and Men

Those really have nothing to do with each other. My brain is still in bed sleeping the sleep of the innocents. Or not so innocents.

I think y’all liked last week’s interview, right? That’s what it seemed like anyway. Which leads to part of today’s post. It’s fun searching and trying to track down men for the interviews. Unfortunately, it isn’t always easy. I have a couple of guys this month but I may not have them every week the way I’d like. To make sure I have enough to go around (I’m cracking up at myself), I’m going to stagger them a little. Maybe post fantasy men every other week.

For instance, next week we have one of the newest Cavemen to join Ellora’s Cave, Austin. Oh yeah, I have a new Caveman debuting right here on Unearthly Musings! After that? Well, I may have a Marine and fighter scheduled. *shivers* He’s something else. Seriously. So y’all don’t want to miss the upcoming Fantasy Men Interviews. And hopefully, that’s whetted your appetite and will have you coming back again and again. *rubs her hands together with a maniacal laugh*

There’s so much coming up really, that it sucks to have this Daylight Savings Time thing dragging me down. My great-nephew arrives on Thursday (yay!), the Big Cocks and Shamrocks Blog Hop starts on Sunday, my Scavenger Hunt for Dean’s List starts a week from today, Dean’s List comes out next Wednesday and then we have Easter right after that! And here I am having to prop my eyes open.

Heck, I had to nearly carry my dog out of bed because in her mind it was 4:30, not 5:30 when I rolled out of bed and flipped on the light. She blinked at me as though to say “Are you out of your mind, woman? It’s too early to go potty.”

The cat, who has to oversee my shower every morning, did not look happy to do so at such an early time. She sat on the counter glaring at me throughout the entire process. I could see her through the shower curtain. I felt like such an inconsiderate pet owner. Why was I up and making noise? Why was I making them get out of bed before they were ready? Didn’t they realize I stayed up later than usual to watch that Vikings show? (Which was really good, by the way.) How could I possibly justify going to bed late and waking up so early?

Well I don’t feel that bad really. Why should I? I’m going to be working all day to make enough money to keep them in good food and litter while they’re going to sleep all day. *mutters* I really need to win the lottery. Or find a rich man to take care of me. Do y’all know any who might be looking for a Cajun woman who prefers jeans to dresses, has a fingernail polish fetish, three pets, writes smut and loves men with beards? No? Me neither.

Happy Daylight Savings Time. Yeah, I’m shuddering at that phrase too. *mutters*

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Sexy Men in Review Part Two

This is my last sexy man post for the year. Ah, 2012, you’ve been both cruel and kind to me in terms of sexy men.

If you recall, I stopped my Fantasy Man Friday posts because of problems others had over photos that were under copyright protection. It wasn’t as though I thought I was purposely posting pictures without permission. I didn’t think of it until someone got in trouble. Now I wait for the sexy men to say “please post it”.

That was the cruel part of the year.

The kind part came when I went to RomantiCon and was introduced to the sexy men of Ellora’s Cave. The fact that I was able to compound the awesomeness by interviewing them only made the last weeks of 2012 even sweeter. I only have three gorgeous men left to “review” and give you a peek at my favorite part of their interviews. I hope you’ve enjoyed the interviews. I hope I can bring more to you in 2013, but we’ll have to see if I can convince the guys to play along.

Caveman Ryan:
Oh Ryan, our marvelously accented South African caveman. I remember seeing him walking around with a newspaper and having to stifle a sigh.

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Danica: If you could go back in time to any era, I’m going to take a stab at this and say you’d go back to Ancient Rome? Possibly the Ancient Greeks? Why?
Ryan: Yep without a doubt the Roman era – they were real men , wars were hand to hand. Like all that layered, rugged, worn, tough clothing they wear and all the chunky leather and cloth accessories covering their arms etc. Just looks so good *grin*. Clearly a rough lifestyle though… mmm

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Caveman Taylor:
Turns out Taylor was the sassiest of the cavemen so far. I swear it has nothing to do with me conducting the interview via phone. Okay, maybe it did. I’m lucky my phone didn’t melt from my blushing. It was a fun interview though and I wish I could post the whole thing all over again.

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Danica: Do you have any favorite embarrassing or funny moments from a photo shoot?
Taylor: For one of my Playgirl magazine shoots, I was supposed to be a cowboy, so I was in a barn and there were horses in the stalls. There were people all over the place and I was like trying to get it hard, jerking off in front of 10 people. As soon as I would get kind of hard this one horse would reach out and try to bite my shoulder.
Danica: Was the horse jealous?
Taylor: Totally, LOL. I embarrassed the horse.

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Caveman Nick:
As most everyone knows, Nick won Alpha Caveman 2012. He was gracious, sweet and fun and didn’t look at me weird for nearly licking his back. I was drunk! Ahem. Anyway, Nick let me interview him via text messages and I can’t thank him enough.

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Danica: What do you think is your best feature?
Nick: My best feature is my ability to light up the room. I love bringing life to a crowd and watching everyone have fun. Oh yeah, and my abs aren’t too bad either ;)
Danica: And he ain’t lyin’.

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And now that you’re left nothing more than a drooling mess, when  you’re able to…I’d like you to tell me which of these interviews (and men) were your favorites.

Happy New Year! Here’s to a wonderful 2013!

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Pre-Hysteria

Are y’all ready? Tomorrow is Caveman Christian’s spotlight day here on the blog. Make sure you have your stash of emergency rations before you click on the post. I wouldn’t want anyone to starve because they can’t leave to get food.

I hope you’re making a list of questions to ask the guys in the comments. They’ve promised to try to stop by a few times to answer and I wouldn’t want anyone to leave Unearthly Musings unsatisfied. Be bold, be creative.

But we still have one full day to go before Christian descends upon the blog to wreak havoc on you poor unsuspecting women. In the meantime, there’s a giveaway going on over at Close Encounters of the Night Kind. The lovely Nikki is giving away winner’s choice of one of my Ellora’s Cave Cajun Heat books, Primal Song (Cajun Heat 1) or Primal Design( Cajun Heat 2). The giveaway lasts for a few days, so take advantage of it the way you want to take advantage of the cavemen.

Oops. Did I say that out loud? *blush* ‘Scuse me, my friends. I need to go surf for pictures of the guys. Le sigh. It’s such a long,  hard…job. Hell. I’m going to shut up now.

Stop by tomorrow!

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RomantiCon: The Music

Don’t be shy! I see y’all stopping by the blog but no one commenting. If you don’t want anyone to know your name, just make a fake on, but please leave a comment. I won’t bite.  Hard, unless you ask me to.

Of course I’m going to talk about the music for the convention. It just so happens to fit in with my What’s Playing Wednesday theme. Before I get to that though, remember I need questions to ask the cavemen when they stop by the blog. Post your question for them in the comments and I’ll forward them to the guys.

Now back to the What’s Playing Wednesday post. I’m not a dancer but you couldn’t have guessed that from this weekend. I played music because according to my band director, I had no rhythm for dancing. I can shake my butt (which is easy since there’s so much of it), but I found myself dancing, or rather doing my version of dancing, nearly every night of this convention. In fact, I was strongly reminded of college, when I used to go out every night of the week. I’d always start off in my chair, doing what I called “chair dancing”, before I ended up on the dance floor. By the 2nd party, I was dragging other people out on the dance floor.

This behavior didn’t come without its downsides. Each morning I would swing my legs over the side of the bed and eye the floor warily because walking hurt. Standing hurt. My ass, my thighs and my feet hated me. But I couldn’t sit down and watch everyone else have fun. It had absolutely nothing to do with the cavemen dancing in the crowd. I swear. I didn’t dance with any of them. I didn’t stand behind them and stare at their tight asses as they gyrated in ways that’ll haunt me until I see it happen again. And again and again. *shivers*

But we’re talking about music, not glistening skin with rippling muscles and jeans that barely clung to tight, little butts you could bounce a quarter off of. We were talking about music. Right. Music….um. There was music playing. Um, dance music. Throbbing bass, catchy lyrics, you know the deal. It’s not something I listen to often. In fact, by the time I got in my car at the airport yesterday, I was parched for heavy metal and rocked out on the drive home.

The guys can dance to just about anything and make it look as though they’d practiced it a million times. These are some amazing dancers. Seriously amazing. I just missed screaming guitars and screaming lyrics and headbanging something awful. *sniff* Maybe next year I’ll sing something my speed to get the party started.

Nah, I want people to like me, not chase me from the room with torches and pitchforks. 😉

Be sure to stop by the rest of the week to find out about what else went on at RomantiCon 2012!

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