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What A Hoot

It’s Monday. Meh.

From Friday afternoon to just before dawn today felt more like a week than a weekend. I could have sworn today was Tuesday. Honestly!

Why? Well, because I barely had an uncomplicated minute to myself. For the most part, I can’t complain. Friday afternoon, while checking out a building, I stumbled across something I’ll probably never see again. At first, because I was all alone and the building was shadowy and kind of scary and because I was expecting to see something like a snake, possum or raccoon, I was scared. I mean, wouldn’t you be if you saw something move out the corner of your eye and heard this ominous clicking sound? Especially when there was supposed to be nothing in this building?

Liar! Y’all all want to act as though you would have known, but y’all would’ve been just like me. Point at it, shout “holy shit! What is that?” to no one in particular and walk away as though it’s going to grow fangs and come at you like the killer rabbit in The Holy Grail. It was only later that I realized this is what I stumbled across:


It’s a baby owl. One of two I found huddling next to a box in the warehouse. I don’t know if they fell from their perch, if their mother abandoned them when crews began to work on the building or what, but they didn’t look like owls when I first saw them. They looked like…monsters. Sure, laugh! I did. But do you see the size of those talons? I told my coworker if he didn’t leave them alone they were going to fly at his face and eat it.

So the excitement from the Great Owl Discovery faded and I had a baby shower to attend on Saturday. It was nice. My nephew’s girlfriend got a lot of presents and looked adorable with her baby bump. I wonder if she even realizes she’s naming my great-nephew the same name I chose for one of my heroes. Mason. Hopefully this Mason has an easier life of it than the fictional one. Which come to think of it is kind of funny. My sister named her new puppy Izzy. That’s the name of my heroine from Ain’t No Bull. I bet she forgot that.

By Saturday night though, I was convinced someone was trying to kill me. I spent most of the night casting up my accounts (which sounds a lot like math) which meant when Sunday rolled around, I felt like death warmed over. I slept all day, watched G.I. Joe and bitched at Duke for forgiving The Baroness. *mutters*

Anyway, this is going to be another hectic week with a Cabal of Hotness Chat at Coffee Time Romance tomorrow night and the cabal is in full force over at Naughty Author Chicks this week. Again. Yes we invaded them hard. OH!! And the second volume of the Fondled and Gobbled anthology, Going Back for Seconds comes out this Friday. There are some very stressed, freaked out funny women in the Cabal.


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It Feeds the Geek

I’ve never hidden the fact that I’m something of a geek, a nerd if you will. I’m okay with that.

I actually adore Monty Python movies and skits. I used to play video games before the graphics improved too much (3-D is not my friend) and I have a music fetish. I played a text-based Multi-User Dungeon for a decade. I was a level 28 Druid elf jokingly referred to as the hanging judge (I had a bit of a harsh reputation when I was on Council). I actually like sitting around chatting about physics (what I remember of it), philosophy, history and anything else that most people find boring. I’m a car whore and apparently I also have a fingernail polish obsession.

But deep down in the very heart of me, I’m a band nerd. Oh yes. I actually pouted when I found out the marching band festival was the same weekend as my nephew’s birthday party. I love those things. I adored being in band and even though I bitched about the hours spent practicing and the idiots I had to deal with on the parade routes, I really loved being in marching band. Concert band was okay, but it wasn’t anything to write home about.

So when I saw this video posted on the news, I had to watch it. Again, and again, and again. Because it’s just that cool. It feeds the band geek and video gamer in my soul. The bands I was in, both in high school and in college, were never big enough for shows like this, but we were pretty awesome. I thought we were at least. Okay, maybe not high school, but college was fun. Freshman year we did a Blues Brothers show. I remember that one because it was the first time I’d marched backwards across the length of the football field in thirty-six steps. I wish I had video of it because it had to be funny to see 11 tuba players crouch down and stretch their short little legs that far. *laugh*

Okay enough reminiscing about the good ole days. This post is for the band nerds and the video game geeks who will understand it. The rest of y’all, just check it out because it really is cool.


Oh and tomorrow I’ve interviewed a smexy man who isn’t a caveman. *waggles her eyebrows* And today, my buddy Lea Barrymire has yet another Demystifying the Male post. This time it’s about male orgasms and other things I won’t prepare you for, LOL. Stop by!


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