A Bitter Bitter Beta Man

This is the story of a romance gone bad. This is what the jilted lovers of today do for revenge. YouTube and Blogspot, the place for broken-hearted beta boys to publicly weep and plan revenge.

I suppose I could understand the bitterness of being dumped. But this dude....I think he went way over line. His romance became a horrible self-pity party. And if you read his most recent post, he's now a beta slut boy.

But you have to admit, he knows how to do bitter:

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The earliest post at the bottom is a lovey dovey eeky sugeedugee lovefest. Then you see his YouTube video of the aftermath of his being dumped. Then he threw away his savings on billboards announcing his hate for this woman he used to love. He's quite an amazing drama mama.

What do think? The "revenge" would have been funny if the tone of his posts wasn't so desperate and incredibly immature.

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Yes, That Was Me Screaming

I was going to post some cool links on the new interactive Virtual Reality chairs that are available at research universities. I was going to have some fun talking about blogs and their addictiveness.

It was all going to tie together with virtual happiness and virtual giggliness.

That was before a post in my Yahoogroup telling me that Amazon has changed the pub date of Virtually Hers to Dec. 2008. Arrghhhh. :::world crumbing around my feet::: The editor has confirmed this. As you know, authors have no power over pub dates. Nor do editors, by the way. But Dec. 2008??? Argghhhh :::pulling my hair, rending my clothes, covering myself in ashes:::

ARGGHHHHhhhh.
ARGGHhhhhhhhhhhhh.
ARRHGGHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhh!

:::composing self:::

Must. Be. Professional. About. This.

My first thought was how to make this up to my many readers who are anticipating Virtually Hers coming out as much as I am. I owe so much to you all for being so patient with, and supportive of, me. It's not easy to want a book and it not being available; been there done that. And the emptiness between now and Dec. of next year is Not Good.

So, anyway, after mulling about this, I'm thinking of giving you all Big Bad Wolf this December, downloadable from my website. BBW is the story pertaining to Number Three, the missing (and dead) operative, Killian McNeil. He's Jed's cousin brother. This story is set five years prior to the action in the Virtually Series, the period I call the Big Bang (click on Da Glow World link). It was written for old (pre-2000, longer format) Silhouette Intimate Moments in mind. I'll have to talk to my agent about this, of course. If it's not possible, I'll offer something else.

Taking deep breath.

Life, as always, sets new challenges.

Dear readers, please accept my apologies. I'll make it up to you this December, I promise.

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At Least It's Not A Dead Whale In The Backyard

Mood today:



Just so you know, the under-the-sink problem is now a mini disaster with warped cabinetry and fear of mold. Just so you know.

For those who don't give a damn about my water woes, here are this year's OSCAR NOMINATIONS, with some controversial leftouts (hint: Dream Girls) in the Best Movie category. They threw in our Chinese movie with Chow Yun Fatt and Li Gong in some costume category to make me happy. I mean, yeah, nice boob, I mean pretty shiny threads, shots, yo. Marky Mark (I bet he hates to be called that these days, hehe) got a shoutout. And I'm so going for Forrest Whitaker as Best Actor. Eastwood vs Scorsese, hmm. Eastwood already has two Oscars in his closet, Scorsese zero. I'm betting it's Jennifer Hudson's year, what do you say?

Oh, like you're interested! ;-) We are the shallow people--we only want to know what their gowns look like on Oscar night, right? So, do you girls want me to do my usual Oscar Night Run Down on the blog, if I'm in town and watching? Or is it going to bore you to tears (drink a few glasses of wine because that helps to see things from my perspective, ha)?

Did I mention about the gunky problem under my sink with warped cabinetry? No? Oh well, just another early morning distraction, that's all. Next headache--air conditioner.

Of course, those problems are nothing compared to the millionaires living by the beach. I mean, imagine. You look out to enjoy the sunrise and smell the surf and you see a 30-foot whale carcass. It's been a week. Think about the smell. Ahhhhhhhhhh. Million dollar scent.

I have no idea how they move a whale or bury it. I saw a TV news video when a they had a similar problem in the 70s. The city decided to dynamite this carcass so they could then use a front loader to move the humongous pieces. So the TV crew decided to tape the whole thing live. Everyone in town drove to the beach to watch a dead whale being blown up. So it was like a fish party.

The video showed the dynamite experts setting the explosives up. Then everyone stood at a safe distance and KABOOM!

Umm. The whale blew up, as planned, but it seemed that the experts forgot that blown pieces fly through the air. Chunks and chunks of fish fell on the people, and these weren't small chunks either. Windshields were destroyed. People were SCREAMING and running for their lives.

The clean-up crew had a lot of fish pieces to pick up.

Which is my roundabout way of telling you about my under-the-sink once-mini disaster.

**sniff**

So give the Oscar to ME, dammit. And send a cleaner with him too.

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