Dog Fun

…for fun dogs

Here’s a very fun meme I got from gmskarka. I may regret posting it:)

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don’t speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want – good or bad – BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

When you’re finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON’T ACTUALLY remember about you.

Violet Eyed Night Girls

…watching and waiting

Before I begin this episode of the Fiction Experiment, I’d like to announce that I’ve finally given it a real title…

“My Wand Is Quick”

This is a take on the old Mickey Spillane novel “My Gun Is Quick”.

One last thing. Altho I changed the characters somewhat, I actually chose the suggestion I’ll bet most of you didn’t think I would:)

My Wand Is Quick: Part 4

Arielle sat down behind her desk and reached for the phone. It was time to call in some help.

As she dialed the number, she thought about also calling her coven…or even her mother, but decided against it. They would only go all “layers of protective spells and then consult the signs” on her. Not what she needed just now. What she needed now was a safe place to store Pete while she got some answers…and the guys she was calling lived at ground zero for paranormal safety.

The phone rang three times and then a sleepy male voice answered.

“Ghostbusters…Dr. Stantz speaking…”

“Hi, Ray. Arielle here. Sorry to wake you, but I’ve got a hot one here that I need to put on ice.”

There was a moment of fumblesounds on the other end, then Ray was back. “A hot one? How hot?” He sounded more curious than alarmed. Classic Stantz, that.

“Hot as in Touched,” Arielle replied, running her hand through her short spiky hair. “Not sure who touched him or why. Figured I’d do the questioning at your place.”

“Good idea,” he said, the excitement beginning to build in his voice. “I’ll wake everyone up and charge the blasters. How long will it take you to get here?”

Arielle thought for a moment. This was a job for the Rainbow Gateway. “Hmmm…San Francisco to Manhattan…I can be there in an hour”

“Sounds good,” Ray said. “We’ll be waiting for you.”

“Thanks, Ray. See you in an hour.” She hung up the phone and looked at Pete who was staring at here with a slackjawed look on his face. “Ok, monster bait, let’s get going. My house is only a couple of blocks from here.”

Pete stood up and Bob strolled over to the door. As the left the office, Pete started asking questions.

“We’re going to New York? How? What’s this Rainbow Gateway thing? Why did you call me monster bait? Ari, answer me!”

They were at the elevator now. As the doors opened, she gestured Pete in, then followed him. “I’ll answer all of your questions once we get to my place,” she sighed. “Just walk fast once we hit the street and if anything happens, hit the dirt and keep Bob close to you.”

“Bob? The dog? What good will he be?”

“I’m going to piss on this mug’s leg for that, first chance I get,” Bob said.

As the elevator began going down, Arielle chuckled. “You’d be surprised at what Bob can do. Besides, anyone in your sort of fix should take all the help they can get.”

No request for suggestions this week, gang. You’ll find out why next week.

Coyote Is My Co-Pilot

…send religious hate mail to idon’

BLAAH! Monday…another fuckin’ week of working…I need to win the lottery.

I have put the Official Castle Cross Techie (Grace) onto the task of figuring out how to post pictures here on my LJ. Once she has it all hammered out, I’ll put up some pics for your wonder and amusement.

It’s raining and nasty outside. That sucks.

The Fiction Experiment should go up fairly early tonight…with a real TITLE! You still have time to submit suggestions about who Arielle is calling, too.

I think that, in an effort to stave off the Winter Doldrums, I shall buy some modelling compound and tools and do some sculpting. I used to do a fair amount of sculpting in years past and I’ve had a hankering to resume it.

Besides doing various forms of writing this week, it’s also Doc Cleans And Straightens Up The Game Room/Library Week. A Hurculean task, to be sure, but I’m up to it. Still, it might not be a bad idea to take a GPS locater with me, in case I get lost and Grace needs to find me:)

One good thing about this time of year: Seed and Plant catalogs! I’m going to be sending off for about 20 of them this year, in anticipation of a rather huge garden next spring.

And now…off to work. More bloggage soon.

Is It Hot In Here?

…or are you just glad to see me?

Well, the weekend is over and there isn’t much to report. Things alternated between lazy and busting my ass in the garden. I did get manythings done, including the first pour of cement in the Great Retaining Wall Project. One pour down, 3 more to go…and then I can fill it with soil and plant plants.

Finally finished the revamp of the Kingdom Building Game. I’ll relaunch it this week. This week will also see me closing up the playtest on the Pro Writing Job, then doing the small bit of rewriting that has to be done. I have an idea for another pro writing gig, but maybe I’ll just shoot myself in the foot instead.

In case I haven’t mentioned it in the last few posts, I hate fall and winter…I hate cold weather…I REALLY hate turning the clocks back…and yes, I pretty much hate the fucking Holiday Season, too. And football..did I mention that I hate football? Oh yeah, and basketball, too.

Hmmm…I’m getting bitchy…must be time for bed.

I Shall Do You This Favor, Mr. Turkey

…and one day, I may ask for a favor in return.

Grace and I are just now tucking into our UnTurkey Day seafood curry and, boys and girls, it is damned good. Clams (1 pound), crab meat (1 pound), catfish (1 pound) and bay scallops (1 pound)…along with baby corn, two kinds of mushrooms, bell pepper, onion, garlic, pineapple, tofu, coconut milk and spices (including freshly ground/mixed on Monday marsala and turmeric, courtesy of one of Grace’s co-workers). Yum, yum, yum!

AND we have a carmel pecan cream cream pie for dessert!

AND I’m washing all this Good Eats down with Guinness Extra Stout!

AND, somewhere, yet another turkey owes Grace and I his or her life.

So, what is Doc thankful for today? Let’s review…

1: Grace
2: My family
3: My friends
4: Being alive
5: Being me

Powered By Guinness

…’ats right, feckin’ GUINNESS!

And speaking of Guinness, I’m drinkin’ it right now, boyo. Yum Yum!

We just got back from seeing “Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire”. Very good flick. They cut what needed to be cut, kept the best and did a damned fine job of putting it on the screen. Now we can all just wait a couple of years for the 5th movie and the final book.

Saw the Trailer for “Superman Returns”. I was less than blown away.

Also saw the trailer for King Kong. THAT blew me away!

Happy Thanksgiving to those of you what celebrates it. To the rest of you: have a nice Thursday!

Bucky & Squint Join The Navy

…and hilarity ensues

The Fiction Experiment: Part 3

There among a dozen other seemingly mundane devices lay a pair of old fashioned opera glasses. An antiques dealer would tell you that they were made in Switzerland about 1890. Arielle couldn’t have cared less about that. What she cared about is that they had belonged to her grandmother and they had been enchanted one week after the sorcerously triggered Great Earthquake of 1906. Grandma had used them to help her coven locate and banish the sorcerer, Lo Pan.

Why did her grandmother enchant a pair of opera glasses and not, say, a large magnifying glass or a mirror? Arielle never knew, and besides, why did anyone do anything strange? Of course, strange was a relative thing in a world where a 28 year old witch cum private detective had a hyper-intelligent telepathic terrier for a partner.

Opera glasses in hand, Arielle turned to face Pete, who was still unconscious. It would be easier this way, fewer questions to answer. As she brought the glasses to her eyes, she used her left hand to turn the focusing ring. Pete was soon outlined with a bright yellow aura. After a bit more focusing the aura faded away and she saw a mark on his face. It looked almost like some strange tattoo, but she knew that it meant he had been Touched by gazing into a cursed mirror.

“Damn,” she said as she lowered the glasses. “They used a mirror to do it, Bob. Probably swapped it for a mirror they knew he’d be looking into.”

Most likely the one in his bathroom. Poor bastard probably went to shave and ZAP, he’s Touched.” Bob hopped down from the couch and walked over to Pete, who was beginning to moan as he came to. He sniffed the air a bit, then stepped back snorting and shaking his head. “He hasn’t been Touched for too long…couple of weeks…three at most.

“Well, that’s one good thing. If we can get him into a Circle, he should be ok for another week or so.” Arielle placed the opera glasses back in the cabinet, then went to help Pete into a chair.

“Wha..huh…what happened?,” Pete groggily asked. “Did you try to kill me?”

Arielle gave a short laugh. “No, not yet. But hey, they day is still young.” She sat down behind her desk and reached for the phone. It was time to call in some help.

So, Gentle Readers, who does Ari call?