I Knew Firemen Do This

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Pepe Peekaboo

Pepe is emulating Jiggy, which might be a bad thing.

So, Jiggy has a favorite hiding place. The first pic made him famous. So Pepe decided he needs one too. Which alpha male is cuter?




Pepe: "You call that cute? Why, I'm much, much more adorrrrrable. I, too, can look out from under ze chair and watch the lady do her taptaptap theeeng on her stupid computer."

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He Has No Name

Jiggle Low is upset and jealous. A new mutant pom is town. Lilah is sort of meh about it.

Jiggy has never shared with a male. They're both alpha. Oh dear.

ETA: Everyone, say hi to Pepe Le Pom!

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Why Male Writers Kill Off The Hero's Love Interest

Two weeks ago, Jack Bauer finally had sex on 24 and yeah, his woman died not long after. That Jack, he is just the death sentence for his loves (wife, mole/lover, South American mistress--all dead). The only surviving one is blubbering Awwwdrey and no, we don't care about her. Never did.

Anyway, I'm always amused when I hear males talking about alpha males. Because in their minds, the Alpha Male always leaves their women behind in the end, or else the poor females die because of them.

In an interview, Howard Gordon, the exe. producer, spoke of Jack needing an emotional anchor and Renee was it, like a soul mate of sorts, and then bam! They decided to off her. When asked whether that was the correct decision, Gordon said he didn't know till his wife cried and then he knew that it was.

What the hell is wrong with male writers writing about romance? Tears of anguish = win???! The fact that they kept taking away every possible sliver of sunshine in this guy's life means the right decision? Why?

The funniest part of the interview, though, was very telling. On the subject of HOW LONG does Jack lasts in bed, well, obviously men AND women have the same romantic ideals:

I thought it was interesting that you cut away from Jack and Renee for two whole acts after they started making love. Did a lot of thought go into how long it takes Jack Bauer to make love to a woman?

GORDON: Oh absolutely. And, by the way, Jack and Renee were not by any means done. I think this was probably closer to Round 1. I mean, he was just getting a glass of water. So yes, we were very sensitive about it because it’s a very sensitive thing. We really wanted to do it as tastefully and virile-y as possible for a man like Jack Bauer.

Alpha males must be good in bed and also be ready for several rounds *evil grin*. Of course, in the men's head, the Alpha male cannot stay in contact too long with girl cooties because that might rob him of his super powers or something. I suppose, in their eyes, that's true because a fallen Alpha Male = domesticated, always stuck to one woman. For example, look at Jack when he was with Awwwdrey. He hung up his guns and chose to be a sort of a kept man because of his love for her; in short, his Jack Bauerness was leashed because of his feelings for her.

Awww.

Now you know why men sneer at romance. They're afraid. Love and commitment in their minds mean something entirely different from our female version. So, love, yes, but then the love interest must go, by hook or by crook.

So now you know why guy books never have happy endings. They

1) want to make women cry
2) are afraid of losing their masculinity and become boring
3) need an excuse to rampage ;-).

An amusing collection of wiki-facts for Jack Bauer Fans: http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Jack_Bauer_Facts

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Reminder and Alpha Males' Dream Race

Loving your questions for VHERS. Post under post titled SO MANY CHORES. I'll keep answering!

And now...

IS YOUR ALPHA MALE going to enter you and him in this contest? ;-)



HAHAHAHAHAHA. Loved the commentary!

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Small Penis Syndrome

LOL.

I thought I'd entertain your Sunday with a must-have-been time-consuming research study on penises. Because, you know, that's such an important subject to males--alpha or not ;-).

The stuff I have to read for romance research :::grin::: What can I say? The more I read up on male antics, the more I shake my head. Because everything always ends up to do with their manly nether parts.

Here are some test conclusions from the article:

1) 90 percent of women actually prefers thicker penises to longer ones.

My thoughts: Well, it depends on how thick it is, doesn't it? I'm sure if it has the circumference of a sweet potato, it'd send quite a number of us running. I'm sure y'all are going to let me know your thoughts on this ;-).

2) 55 percent of men aren't satisfied with their penis length.

My thoughts: Really? I'd figured it would be 100 percent. Don't men, like, compare penises all the time? They even have a name for it in this article--small penis syndrome (SPS). I kid you not. They have a syndrome for that. What, do we get to give a speshul name to our feelings of inadequacies too? Such as, small breasts syndrome (SBS)? Big Butt Syndrome? (BBS)

3) Men think of the stupidest ways to enlarge their penises.

THIS IS WHAT MEN DO WHEN THEY ARE THINKING WITH THEIR PENISES. Supposedly, these are true and tried methods:

The doctors point out some ancient tried and true methods for penis enlargement, but these aren’t any more comfortable. Indian Sadhus men, for example, use weights to increase their penis length, while the Topamina of Brazil encourage poisonous snakes to bite their penises to get a size boost that lasts six months.

The doctors pointed out that these aren't "comfortable" methods. NOT COMFORTABLE? How about stupendously insane? I can't think of a more painful way than to let some snakes bite my weener so that I look swollen for six months. Besides walking funny, wouldn't the sex act be the LAST thing on one's mind when one's penis is flaming swollen and INFECTED by snake poison?!

If you happened to see a guy walking funny and bent over, look closely. Maybe he's dangling a 50 lb barbell from his penis. You never know, the study says this method works, so don't be surprised some guy reads it and decides to give it a try.

Here's my contribution to dick enlargement: How about coating the penis with honey and then inviting 1000 African honeybees to sit on you for lunch? I'm sure the stings and catatonic pain would be so worth the results. Just make sure you aren't allergic to bees, of course.

You know what I'm going to do with this article, don't you? Have one of the SEALs cut it out and show it to Cucumber. Oh, I'm sure he's going to have something funny to say about big manly parts ;-).

You can read the rest of this ARTICLE HERE. Enjoy! And be sure to let me know if you think of any other more interesting ways to contribute to help males on how to enlarge their thang.

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What Was That Rumbling?

Today's the first day of Pamplona's Running Of The Bulls. I've been looking at the international news videos--no sight of RB, but 13 were injured by the bulls on the first run. I cannot watch, argh.

NEWS and VIDEO

Prayer circle, everyone!

And if you're actually in Spain, dear reader, and seeing each bull run live on national TV, please try to look for Ranger Buddy hobbling with the animals.

Argh, F8*&!INGG*&S%ITE!!!!!! Imagine that thing coming right on your ass! Argghhhhhh.

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RB Does Pamplona

Of course I showed Ranger Buddy THE EMAIL from the reader. He read through it (thought it was mighty long, by the way), then said, "Is it rude to point out that she failed to see the subtext of your blog?"

He made me smile ;-).

Then, I asked him whether he was worried about this person actually finding out his professor's name and then calling the college up to report him. RB's answer?

"Actually, by this time next week, I might be dead from having been gored by a bull. So no, that's not quite my top worry right now."

Sigh. Because he knew I would start lecturing him about getting killed, he told me a joke:

A man went to Spain and at the restaurant, watched the next table being served these big round things on a plate. He asked the waiter what those were.

"Oh, those are bull's balls. We serve them after a bullfight."

"I want an order of those," said the man.

"Well, we only had one fight a day, so you'll have to come back tomorrow, sir. I'll keep the special for you, okay?"

The man came back the next evening and asked for the special. The plate arrived. The waiter uncovered it and there were two small lumps on it.

"Hey, those aren't bulls balls!" exclaimed the man.

The waiter shrugged. "Sometimes, the bull wins."

AHAHAHAHAHA. Countdown to Pamplona, Spain: RB leaves for PORTUGAL tomorrow. Do I have to start a prayer circle????!

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Literary Conversations Between Two Roofers

It's funny seeing it from a man's perspective, it really is. Take Ranger Buddy and his English Lit classes, for instance ;-). I listen to his moaning almost daily now. This, from a man who never moan about any kind of work. This, from a man who can work like a maniac eight days a week. This, from a man who can work out and look sculpted from sheer will. This, from a man who is going to run with the bulls in a month. But reading English lit and discussing the themes and meanings for three hours twice a week is sheer torture for this man.

It's funny because he tries and fails miserably. I have these accounts from eyewitnesses:

1) He smacks his head with the book when the teacher brings up "sexual connotations" or "the old south vs the new south" or "what the author really meant underneath the story."

2) He makes tortured noises when he hears assignments like "Is the woman behind the wallpaper?" or "When Kowalski raped Blanche, does it mean the new south 'raping' the old south?"

3) He turned the text upside down once when the teacher said, "Some people see a reference of the woman behind the wall paper as having a lesbian lover and the husband killed her for the betrayal" and shook it hard. When I asked him later why he did that, he explained that he thought he might had some hidden paragraphs that he'd somehow missed since there was no mention of a lesbian lover in his version of the book ;-). He'd hoped that by shaking it, those paragraphs would magically appear. Male sarcasm at its best.

4) He takes out quotes from the plays and makes it his own. Like when he locked himself out of the truck and had to call me for the spare key, but as you know, he doesn't own a cell phone. He had to borrow one from his teacher and after using it, he said, "Thank you. I always depend on the kindness of strangers." I bet his teacher rolled her eyes.

5) He asks me for help with thematic references in the story and spends two hours arguing with me by retelling the plot over and over. I have to keep saying, "RB, no matter how many times you retell it, the story is still the same, you know." I know what he was trying to say, of course, because I've known the man for two decades; what I was telling him about subtext wasn't in the book.

6) "I'm turning into a sissy," he moaned to the woman next to him. "Quick, give me a hammer to hit my head with."

Another very unique point of view from most males: RB doesn't see any reason why he need to reread any book ever. Once read, it's done--why revisit the story? My book shelves are incomprehensible to him. Why do I reread my books? I already know the story. Read something else.

I know there are plenty of men who reread their books, don't get me wrong, but most of the time, in a conversation at a party/normal gathering with casual readers, most of the males would tend to agree that rereading a book/article is of no interest to them whereas most females would say they've reread a book/scenes once or twice. I find that interesting. Guys tend to say there is no "value" to the rereading experience. Women, on the other hand, says they enjoy revisiting the "journey" by the characters, which in turn makes the men gag.

Because he has to take these classes, RB and I have been having some really good conversations about reading and literary themes. For me, I enjoy it--both the opportunity to talk the kind of topics that I used to when I taught in college and also as entertainment because it's fun to watch him struggle a little. Hee. Me mean. For him, he doesn't enjoy it so much because he sees no reason why he should give the same opinion about "sexual connotations" as a million other writers from the past. He much prefers last quarter's English papers that had to do with fuel prices, the economy, and the Federal Reserve. You see, THAT stuff, he can talk off his head about ;-).

Why do you reread? If you don't, is it because you see no value in it?

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Taking Night Off/Ranger Buddy Break

I wanted to do the last recap but am braindead. The Muse paid a visit today and gifted me with twenty pages! I am in awe at myself and very happily tired out. So, please excuse the inability to write a recount of the Book Fair at the Romantic Times Convention last week. I'll leave you with a nice picture, though.

See? Don't need to be all nekkid torsos to look niiiice, right?

Okay, tomorrow, pics from the signing and the Mr. Romance Contest. But wouldn't you rather have me hooting about writing another 20 pages? No? Heh.

Oh, before I go, here's something to grin about:

Ranger Buddy and Power Point in class. Hahahahahaha. He didn't know how to work it, but his speech went something like this:

"Nobody in both political parties seem to want to deal with the important issue of illegal immigration. The media are ignoring it. The debates don't focus on it. So I guess it's all up to me and my puny little power point to show you real numbers."

You have to be there to watch the ten-minute mini-lecture assignment. The man was from the notorious173rd "The Herd" Airborne Rangers. He could crawl into a hole and hunt the enemy. He could jump from the side of a roof onto a nearby branch without a second thought. He wants to run with the bulls this summer.

But he sweated like a little yelpy dog in the summer heat preparing for a silly little public speech. And his power point demo? A disaster. Ah, that was sweet.

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Tortuous Days and Tortuous Nights

This evening, I ran with the Alpha Male. Or rather, he hobbled-ran and I gave him a head start ;-). His leg is definitely much better since the second operation but we think the surgeon cut an inch or two off his thigh muscle because he still can't bend his leg all the way because the muscle's shrunk (imagine your thigh pulled to its limit as you try to go further than 80 degrees). The insurance has just cut off the therapy sessions so CV (Crash Victim) will have to pick up the slack by hitting the machines more.

Also, the hospital had helped him to rent a special leg-bending device--it acts like a medieval rack. He has to put his leg in it and using screws at the side and a nut and bolt crank system, slowly crank his leg to 90-degrees, and then he has to sit like that for 30 minutes. He said the first 20 minutes are okay, but the last 10 minutes are sheer torture as it slowly stretches that shortened muscle. He screams like a tortured soul the last few minutes. The mutant dogs all howl along.

All this and taxes. And trying to make the writing work in between the math and screaming. HeeeeLLLP!

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My Intermundia

This morning, I wanted to blog about the wonderful book I read last night, Lilith Saintcrow's To Hell and Back, which had many elements that made it a A- reading to me, except for the incredible blockheadedness of the heroine that made me gnash my teeth half a dozen times through the book. Not enough to call her TSTL (too stupid to live) but she was LUCKY TO BE ALIVE at the end of the series, what with the things she did in this last book! Yeah, maybe I have a new term: LTBA!

Anyway, I wanted to write about it...but I'm running late because a certain Alpha Male had a flat tire and he couldn't BEND HIS LEG, so he couldn't change his tire to get the truck to the tire place. Uh-huh. I had to turn into a kick-ass heroine and go out to play save the Alpha Male. Again.

You see how many things I have to do just because he ruptured his knee? Everyone keeps telling him how sorry they are it happened to him, but what about me, I ask. What about me? No sorry for Jenn, nope.

Hopefully, post later! Tell me more about your first great read of 2008.

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Uber Ways Not To Write

So I procrastinated today by playing with the width of this blog. Sigh. Hopeless, I tell you.

I found that by going into the HMTL coding of the template, I could widen the blog to give it a nicer spatial look. However, the coding didn't tell the template to fit the blog picture (the running couple above) into the frame. So essentially, you get the same size pic plus a couple of inches of jade green space, which makes it look out of whack. Also the added green inches don't "round" the corners nicely and you can tell where the blog has been adjusted.

EDITED TO ADD: I just took out the "gif" for the rounded corners to the left main posting area, so that smoothed out that particular problem.

Waste of time ;-). But I like the wider look (less outside green) and wish I could find the coding to get the picture and frame on top right.

Then I decided to pay my traffic violation ticket online. It was, after all, the DUE DAY. Technically, anything paid by the due day is ON TIME, right? Well, what do you know, even though it said so on the ticket that one could pay online as an option, the website stated that I couldn't any more.

So, let's call up the County Court House and listen to the electronic voice for fifteen minutes, of which none of the options got me any answers. I finally found a real person and she told me that yes, indeed, one could NOT electronically pay for a ticket after 20 days. And because I live in a modern society in which every police officer has his own laptop that prints out a traffic violation ticket in five seconds, the COUNTY COURTHOUSE IS NOT EQUIPPED to take a credit card payment by phone. Uh, huh. I bet you the court clerks in INDIA are LAUGHING AT YOU, Volusia county.

I, mostly a law-abiding citizen, couldn't understand the reasoning behind this strangely random online rule. If I could pay by check on the day before it's due, and if I could drive to the courthouse to pay by cash on the very same day it's due, why couldn't I pay electronically through the website nine days, eight days, shit--one second--before it's due? It was a bank transfer, after all, right? No answer from the other end.

The Alpha Male, at this point, sent an urgent call for help. He was buried under A SACK OF SAND (I'm not kidding) because he had been trying to weigh down the injured leg slowly into a 45 degree angle, per the doctor's request. The doctor DID NOT REQUEST the use of a sack of sand as a weight. I think he meant someone's help, preferably a physical therapist. I guess, according to Alpha Logic, a bag of sand = physical therapist.

After a bit of driving around because, of course, said injured man now couldn't move that leg for a while, I had to take off out of town towards the County Courthouse to pay this fine. I'd thought I would make it. It was 4.45pm. Doesn't everything close at 5pm any more? Nope, the Traffic Violation Division closed at 4.30pm, ma'am, the burly guard sitting at the security gate politely informed me. Sigh.

So did I actually accomplish anything today? Let's see:

Write one page? Nope.
Widen my blog correctly? Nope.
Pay my fine? Nope.
Get the Alpha Male to not bother me with strange requests? Nope.

Am I in trouble? Probably. We'll see when I drive to the Courthouse again tomorrow. I'll be HALF A DAY overdue and no, I refuse to admit that it's my fault because there is no text anywhere online or on paper telling me about this 20 day limit rule. Stupid.

But then that was how I got into trouble in the first place. I told the burly cop who stopped me that the sign on the road was a NO U-TURN sign and not a NO LEFT TURN sign. Stupid, I said. And he gave me a stupid ticket and now I'm the one running around doing u-turns. Who's stupid now, huh? Yeah. My big mouth, is who.

Go on, giggle. I'm the biggest subconscious procrastinator in the world, I tell you.

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Who Is Badder?

Does this Bad Puppy look sorry? You see all his toys are back where they belong? See that guilty look? That's because there are THREE slippers in front of him that shouldn't be there and he got caught "sneaking" them to his nest.

The truck and Alpha Male showed up. Does he look sorry? Is there a reason why his workout stuff is neatly tucked behind the seat? His excuse? Shopping. SHOPPING? On crutches? Do you think I can't smell gym odor in my truck?

These are things a romance techno-thriller writer must ponder and consider as she plans murder and mayhem.

Any plot suggestions?

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BTW, some of you are emailing saying you only see a stethoscope when you click on the tiny stethoscope in the Kirkland Files. Okay, you HAVE TO click on "next" underneath the icon to view the secret gems...you know, half-nekkidness can't just be lying around for easy viewing ;-). And you have to click on "close" to make the stethoscope go away.

So...go enjoy some virile Virii. I don't like that word. I much prefer Viruses.

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Where Oh Where Are The Bad Puppies????

The Alpha Male stole my truck (automatic) and disappeared. Where, oh, where is he? Rather, where IS MY TRUCK? I want my damn truck back.

When I got home, I saw this:

Fi Fie Fo Fum.... Where oh where is Bad Puppy? He's nowhere in sight.

Where did all the Bad Boys go?!

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Thanks for helping me proofread!

I'm putting the links to the Kirkland Files in the sidebar of the blogs and the website for easy access.

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Question: Have you ever recommended a book that you're SO EXCITED about to your close friend and she read it and hated it?

I did that with C.L. Wilson's Lord of the Fading Lands, thinking she'd love it because she really loved Lord of the Rings as well as the first few Carpathians. Turns out she thinks the heroine is dumb as a rock. I also forgot her pet peeve--heroines who deny their powers (I just didn't see it that way....).

Oh, well. She bought the second book too and I felt bad I made her spend good money on books she didn't enjoy. See? You can't account for similar tastes, even among your best friends!

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Uber Nursemaid and Being Called Names

REMINDER:

CHATTY CHAT TONIGHT AT WRITERSPACE at 9pm

The instructions to go to that website is in the post below (yesterday's).

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Today is the big day of the knee surgery. So if you can send some reader love and sympathy, I'd appreciate it. For me. FOR ME! Because I'm the one who's going to deal with the male pain and carting around of the male in pain AND...and a host of other things. Like, I put a sock on for a grown man the other day. It was a lot harder task than it sounded.

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Yesterday, on the job, while talking about hospitals and illness, of course, the roofer with the extraordinary vocabulary chimed in with a tale.

"My girlfriend's mother--grandma, we call her," he said, "is going through that thing where you forget everything at once, what do you call it--I forget..."

"Dementia?" I asked helpfully.

Remember, he's also deaf. "Oh yeah, that's right," he agreed, nodding. "She's dimensional, very demensional. Can't remember a thing."

"No," The Walrus said, "you're dimensional. In fact, you're not even here sometimes."

"That's what I mean. She's not even here. All the time. She's dimensional. I know where I am so I'm not dimensional."

Sigh. Changing socks, talking to sock puppets, what's the difference right?

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I'm naming five books off the top of my head for this year's Great Reads for me.

No order:
1. C. L. Lewis' Lord of the Fading Lands (strong worldbuilding and a mixture of fairytale and fantasy that made me forget about the Magic Vajayjay theme)
2. Lilith Saintcrow's The Devil's Right Hand (oh, man, she gets better and better!)
3. Elizabeth Hoyt's The Raven Prince (made all the elements that usually make me cringe worked)
4. Keri Arthur's Full Moon Rising (started me on a glom, but I was disappointed after the fourth book...warning: rape galore)
5. Nora Robert's Born In Death (Roarke and Eve so good together)

Your turn. Don't think. The first five books you enjoyed this year that come to your mind.

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Uber Alpha Seizes The Iron Horse

Have you ever seen the movie, TROY, with Brad Pitt in glorious wallpaper-form? Here is a great parody script:

TROY IN FIFTEEN MINUTES

Snark at its best ;-). I laughed like a maniac while eating the very last (thank God) of the turkey leftovers. I can so see Achilles screaming, "I CUT YOU!" while spearing a man, like, three miles away. LOL.

Tomorrow, the Alpha Male is taking his very first motorcycle riding lesson. It's sort of like a parody of Troy--a bunch of males circling around a parking lot menacingly, trying to be baaaaaad bikers. At 15 mph. Vroom Vroom Vroom! Trying not to hit the orange cones. This is going to be sooooo popcorn good to watch. I think I'll sneak a drive by with the radio playing very loudly, Leader of the Pack. Think it'd get me chased by a very clumsy, slow-moving, falling-over biker gang? Hahahahahahahaha.

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