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Today’s Tuesday Tune is a fanged song. I have been working on vamps a lot recently, and I love this song, so it all kinda works. The song is all instrumental with that little spoken piece rippling through it. It’s a Lost Boys kinda song. Oh, and I love Godsmack too. Sully Erna looks like a vampire. Oh, baby.

The bloodsuckers I’ve been writing lately are my rock star Rune, his best friend Spyder, who is an extreme athlete, and Spyder’s sister Gracie. Rune is just discovering that Gracie is his mate. Gracie is a hard nosed thing, prickly as a porcupine. She acts like she doesn’t like Rune. She’s pretty mean to him. She even told him she thinks he fucks men. Spyder kinda pushes the two together when Gracie’s ex shows up trying to stake her. Then Spyder bails to deal with his own bloodmate, a wildling named Bianca. You will find all these recent posts at Winter Writes.

I can’t post my Girl With Fangs today. I’m sorry. My back is out and I am a little buzzed on some vicodin codeine cocktail kinda pill. My back still hurts, I just don’t give a shit cause I am floooooaaaaaating. Heh. I can’t keep my eyelids propped open enough to edit the pages. I will post some Lex as soon as my back feels better. We are almost to the good part where Alaric walks naked into the bathroom and finds her in the jacuzzi tub.

There was something else I was going to say, but my foot’s asleep and it’s annoying me. So I gotta go. Thanks to all of you who stuck up for me choosing a hot fuck over some power and mega bucks. I must be lonely and need love. Wait. Isn’t that a repetitive blogger theme? Shouldn’t we be capitalizing on all the lonely bloggers out there by starting a blog just for them? BlogMatch.com. BlogDate.com. Lonelybloggerswhowillbegratefultogetsome.com. BlogFuckers.com. I like that last one. It has a nice ring to it. Quick! Someone check Whois!

I started my new job as moderator at DerbyFever.com tonight. It’s cool having power over the sim. I can’t wait to see if I have power in the chatroom too. Heh. I feel evil. Now, I gotta go check on them before I hit the air mattress that leaks. Have a rockin fanged Tuesday peeps!

Playing Quid Pro Quo with Turnbaby can be dangerous to your reputation. Well, I don’t really have much of a reputation in the blogosphere yet. And really, I didn’t say anything that all of you who come by here on Monday, didn’t already know… I’m a dork. So when Turnbaby asks me if I could have anyone I want to do my bidding for 48 hours, who would it be? You know what my answer was. I popped off, “Marcus Schenkenberg.”

Now, in and of itself, that’s not a bad answer for a completely off the cuff, from the gut answer. Those of you who know how much I drool over this man are not expecting any other answer from me. But when that same question is posed to Turnbaby herself, her answer involves power. She chooses Dick Cheney. Then, on top of that, Turnbaby asks Kyra the same question. Kyra’s answer is someone who is incredibly rich so she could have them transfer money into her bank account.

Do you see what’s wrong with my answer now? Turnbaby goes for power. Kyra for riches. What do I go for? Forty eight hours of sex with a hot beautiful man. And I don’t even know if he’s any good in the sack! I coulda just made a totally bum choice there! And to make my choice look even more lame, the man was once engaged to Pam Anderson. I’m positive no one in the Blogosphere who was listening has any respect for me now. I would have gotten buttloads of respect if I had said Dave from Blogography or Karl from Secondhand Tryptophan. But, no. I gotta pick Marcus.

Since I can’t do any worse on the reputation front after that sorry ass display on Sunday, here is an old video of Marcus. He looks pretty young here. Sounds it too. He totally is making me look like I made a poor choice with my Quid Pro Quo question.

That picture up there at the top of the post is a pretty recent photo of Marcus. It was taken in January of this year in Barcelona. Can you believe the man is 39? I can’t. He’s still younger than me which makes him totally stalkable. I really can’t work up any interest for a man my age or older. It’s just part of who I am.

And speaking of younger men, I have to give a shout out to one of my new readers. He’s not new to me because I’ve been reading his blog for a couple of months now, but he came by here this weekend and tried to make me feel better about my battle with Wordpress. I’m talking about Jason X from The User Pool. This man’s blog is some seriously funny shit. And the best part of it is… I don’t think he’s making any of it up. If you want to know what really goes on in the corporate world… read this blog. But don’t drink while you read. You will spit your drink all over your monitor.

And now it’s time for the weekly Marcus Awards. With 5 Marcuses each, Mary and Shiny (the female one) take top honors. They are followed by Matt and Susan with 3 each. Next is Fab and Vixen with 2 each. Our onesies of the week are, Nicholas, Livvy, Malcolm, Fullbodytransplant, Karl, Lara Angelina, Pussreboots, Open Grove Claudia, Nap Warden, and Jason X. The race to the first Marcus Award prize is very tight! I’ve made it more difficult for you all by whining this past week too. I commend you all for putting up with me and hope that you will continue to come by and roll your eyes at my inane babbling. Happy Marcus Monday!

I am depressed. Really depressed. You know how I said I hate it when I can’t figure things out? That it gnaws at me until I do figure it out? Well, I spoke too soon re taming the beast that is Wordpress. I’m stuck. Fucking really stuck.

Here’s the deal, everything looks good. It looks right. But there are things behind the scenes that stink… meaning they don’t freaking work right. And it’s killing me. Not because they don’t work right, but because I SUCK and can’t figure out how to fix it.

I’ve gotten to the point where I’m about to post everywhere for someone to come mentor me. I don’t want someone to just fix all this shit for me. I just need someone who knows HOW to fix it to show me, help me fix it. It’s all about ME, of course. I want to do this myself. But I’m stuck. And I suck. And I have bad luck. So I’m saying FUCK.

Excuse me while I go shed some angry angsty tears. I HATE it when I can’t figure shit out.

Oh, and BTW, my new coffeepot peed all over the counter. $9 in Wally World (Walmart for the uninitiated, which BTW is a freaking 3rd world country all on it’s own. No one speaks English in Wally World!) for some generic brand drip coffeepot. I only wanted it because it will keep the coffee hot. I really prefer a french press pot, but they don’t keep the coffee hot for hours.

So I pour water in the water tank and turn away to fill the basket with Sumatra. When I come back, I stick the basket in and discover a puddle under the new coffeepot. I pick it up. It’s leaking like a sieve. All the water in the water tank is draining out the bottom of the unit. It literally peed all over my counter and took a half a roll of paper towels to mop up.

Okay. I’m done ranting. I’m gonna go make maple bacon and ingest massive quantities of cholesterol to make myself feel better. I don’t wanna look at the new blog today. I will cry for sure if I do. I wonder if I can dig the the cracked press pot out of the trash and clean it up good enough to make a cup of coffee…

I know, I know. I’ve been neglecting everyone from the ever luscious Matt to the always edible Fabulous. But I had a reason. My brain was stewing. That whole Wordpress thing just got to me. I hate coming up against something I can’t do or figure out. So, I figured it out. Wordpress is a very devious thing. No matter. I’m on my way to taming the beast.

This all has to do with how I got started blogging in the first place, cause you all know that I only just started doing this shit in January, right? Fourteen years on the internet, multiple domain names, websites, forums, and message boards later… I become a blogger. Number 267 or something on the humor-blogs.com list of almost 700. It’s Friday, I can pimp myself, can’t I?

So, I was commenting on a hot model’s blog one day and got an idea for a story. The story made me realize how little I knew about this phenomena called blogging. So I figured I better start a blog and see how it felt. Well, it feels almost better than eating creme brulee! I almost said sex, but it’s been awhile, so I can’t really speak to the S word at the moment.

I made this pretty blog. Love the bats. I’ve been having fun with all of you. I luvs yas! MUAH! But, I keep hearing Kaige at the back of my head reminding me that all the fun and talking about porn stars on Kyra’s Blog Talk Radio show, is not gonna get the blogosphere love story written. So, I decided to write my rough drafts on a blog. Not this one, where biters (vamps) reign supreme, but the love story’s own blog. Which brings me back to my determination to figure out the Wordpress thingy.

Tonight, I got a toehold. I had a breakthrough. Therefore, without further ado (or bullshit from me) I give you my new blog: Winter Writes - http://winterwrites.winterheart.com

There’s nothing there yet, but a quick babble and the pretty graphic. Soon, however, you’ll be able to find out what the hot model really thought of the comment the writer left on his blog.

Now, for a quick pimp for my pal Nicholas over at A Gentleman’s Domain. Nicholas is a very cool dude. He has one of those British accents that drives all the women and Anglophiles nuts. He also has great taste in books and movies. Nosferatu scared the beejeebus out of him as a teen. Awesome! That is the freakiest movie ever! I like Nicholas because I can totally see myself hanging out with him, getting blitzed on margys, while making snarky comments about the people walking by. Oh, and the fluffy people. Make the time to stop by Nicholas’ blog and say Hi!

I’ll stop by all your blogs this weekend and give you all some tongue! Happy weekend!

This week it’s all about the music. Not 13 songs from my iPod. Don’t own one. Not my 13 favorite songs. Can’t choose. No, these are 13 songs that made a key post even better! They are all posts from the Bar, of course, but the music really has helped shape the stories of certain characters. These are different genres of songs, for different characters, and chosen by different writers. Also, it’s not just a list, it’s 13 linked tunes, just for you! Enjoy! (I had embedded tunes, but the players were locking up browsers when Imeem turned to shit late Wed night.)

Thirteen Songs That Made the Bar Story Better! 1. Never Saw Blue Like That by Shawn Colvin – The post is titled “The Bonding Continues”. It was the third part of the bonding story, after Alaric and Lex are bonded. They’re lying in bed in a penthouse suite in New York City shocked at how different their world is now that they have their souls. This listen to this song and marvel at how the words mirror what they feel. Jen, who writes Alaric, chose this song. 2. Real Life Fairytale by Plumb – Matt and Emmy’s engagement at Matt’s home, DuMordain Palace, behind the veil. The Pixie Prince leaves his love a fairytale dress to wear and tiny lights that are the pixies lead her out to a beautiful garden, where she plucks at the petals of a rose. Her golden man appears, telling her, “He loves you, he loves you, he loves you.” The song was chosen by Jen, who writes Emmy. 3. Until the End by Breaking Benjamin – The post is titled “Sterling and Mace in the Killing Zone”. It’s about Sterling, the CIA agent, and her mate Mace, who’s a vampire. They just had sex in the cemetery and now they’re killing evil Hellbounds vampires beneath a mausoleum. Both of them know that Sterling will die by the time the firefight is over. I chose this song since I write Sterling. 4.Anything by The Calling - The title of the post is “Whatever it takes… I’ll do anything”. Helios has just discovered that Tarren is his mate, but she’s hurt and doesn’t want anything to do with him. He’s begging her to give him chance, that he’ll do anything to win her love. I chose this song because I write Tarren. 5. Afterlife by Avenged Sevenfold - Tait, the Queen of the Fairies, uses all her power to help kill the demon possessed Black Widow, Rachel Sullivan. Then she steps in the middle of a fight between her friend Mace and the man she’s loved her whole life, Robin Goodfellow. She takes a blow from Mace’s fist and a blast of fae power from Rob. Already drained, her life force fades. The purple butterflies begin to weep behind the veil, as they congregate all over the cottage where she lies dying. I chose this song because I write Tait. 6. Fire Woman by The Cult – Rockstar Rune meets a woman dressed in a schoolgirl outfit, her hair whipping around her head, and her high heels leaving scorched footprints in the carpet. Emmy, the fire elemental, and her sister Opal meet up with Rune at a Rob Zombie concert. Rune is hoping to get to know Emmy better, although that doesn’t work out. They end up friends instead. As Rune’s creator, I chose this song. 7. Breathe by Faith Hill - Not long after their first sexual encounter, Alaric and Lex dream about Lex being pregnant. When they awaken, they are faced with problems that seem insurmountable. However, both of them are so enthralled by the dream, what it felt like, and how it made them feel, that it becomes part of a key point in their relationship. Alaric had never thought about having children, but the dream has suddenly made him see what life could offer him if he chose to be with Lex. Since Lex is my alter ego, I chose this song. 8. 3 AM (Piano Acoustic) by Matchbox Twenty - The title of the post is “Full Moon Depression”. Vampire Bram is a musician who’s suffered from heroin addiction and lost all his friends. Now recovered, he’s playing and writing music again and trying to rebuild his life. He’s always had an affinity for the moon, and his friend Weylyn the werewolf teases him that maybe Bram is part were. In this post, Bram is thinking about how depressed and alone he is. He writes this song for a woman he has yet to meet. Since Bram is my character, I chose this song. 9. Drive You Home by Garbage - Thousand year old vampire Dominic Solent has a tryst with his friend Avalon, the Lady of the Isle of Mists. Avalon is a demi-goddess, who is half in love with the tattooed Dominic. She knows he has a mate coming, knows his destiny, but when pain drives Dominic into her arms, she can’t say no to him. Since Dom is my character I chose this song for the post where Dom is on the Isle with Avalon, knowing he has to go back to his world, and his destiny, soon. 10. Alone I Break by Korn - Johann is talking to his best friend Collin about his feelings for Lacey. She’s just left and he’s already missing her. He’s a little torn over caring for her because the last time he had a mate he totally screwed up with her. When she died, he was eaten up with guilt. Shiny chose this because she writes Johann, Collin, and Lacey. 11. Drive To You by Jewel - The post is titled “Your Heart Beats Inside of Me.” Nyx takes Valerian to her castle in Scotland on the eve of some evil doings in the dragon world. The two of them have a discussion about mates and what they mean to each other. Nyx reluctantly admits that maybe she is Valerian’s mate, even though the McClaren isn’t supposed to have a mate. I chose this song because Nyx is my character. 12. Girlfight by Brooke Valentine - Mary chose this song to accompany a fight scene she wrote between my character Tarren, a trained black dragon assassin, and her character Mary, a legendary red dragon warrior and mercenary. The two women are on the same side, but they don’t know that. All Tarren sees is a red dragon. She knows most of them are killers so she doesn’t trust Mary. Mary sees a tall “totem pole” of a black dragon who won’t let her into a dressing room to see her friend Rhiannon. They end up using a very lethal form of combat called Krav Maga against each other. It’s a take no prisoners, win or die form of fighting. Since the men who gather are all too afraid of stepping between the women, the fight is broken up by blue bolts of Rhiannon’s power. 13.Unsuspecting Sunday Afternoon by the Backstreet Boys - This song hasn’t actually been used yet. I found it and it made me think of Johann and his troubles getting together with Lacey. I gave the song to Shiny and, for all she’s a total rock/metal head, she loved it! She totally wants to use it when Johann finally realizes that Lacey is the one he wants forever, whether she’s his mate or not. He’s just not willing to give her up. The song will totally make the post.

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I was going to end this TT with a song called Believing, but then I realized it was another song by The Calling. However, the post it goes with, captured my attention. I’d forgotten exactly how key this post really was. It’s a short post, but I fretted over it, wanting it to be just right. I think it was. Here, as a bonus for you, is the post where Tristan Blackthorne, the rightful black sept wyvern, goes home to Wales to fight his half-brother for the sept.

The beat of the helicopter blades rang in my ears even with the headphones on. I saw the green hills of Wales rolling by beneath us as we approached the coast. The most crucial moment of my life approached too. Everything I was, and everything I was meant to be, was on the line. The fate of my family and my people.

I looked over at Talon sitting with his arm around his mate. He was stoic, as usual, but there was a tension in him that I knew well had to do with the fight we were facing. Even calm, sweet Fayne had a tenseness about her that told of her concerns about coming home. Dai had his battle face on. He sat polishing his sword calmly, something that Gregory used to do before battle. Our return to the place of our births was bittersweet and filled with apprehension. We all felt the weight of this day, but I knew I carried the bulk of it. So much of this mission relied upon me.

The silvers were all business. Valerian looked like an avenging god dressed all in black. Helios was calmer than usual, his face serious. Kyara was like a live wire waiting for the action. Her body was filled with coiled energy, and her eyes were bright and sharp.

Derek looked like he was going to a bar. Dressed in black leather, something noxious smelling coming from one of the many pockets in the jacket, an unlit cigar stump between his teeth, he kept checking all his pockets as if he’d forgotten something. He looked like a Hell’s Angel who couldn’t find the key to his bike. I smiled a little to myself. Derek was never what he seemed, and that air of distraction was sure to throw someone off.

My eyes lit on the one person on the team who was frightening even to me. Nyx McClaren was cold as ice. Her face, her body language, every hair on her beautiful head screamed lethal weapon. No one looked more like a hitman than she did. I had no qualms about her taking out everyone who stood between her and Caden DeCameron. No matter how much Valerian touched her heart, she was like a stone statue, her mind somewhere far from her mate.

Jake began the descent to the field just outside the village where we would be staging from. It was roughly five miles from the castle and was the closest civilization to the fortress. Jake had already briefed me on what information he’d gleaned from his quick trip in and out of Blackthorne Castle. Most notable was the fact that Onyx had both Caden and Ashley there. Jake said Onyx had seemed calm, but he felt the tension in the room. It rippled through every black dragon he passed. They all knew their true wyvern was coming home.

Home. I could see in the distance the black outline of the castle where I’d been born, where Rhiannon should have been born, where, Aminan willing, Galen would be born. I thought of my mother and how her death had put all of these events into motion. It was time for me to avenge that death. Time for me to settle all the scores. The real black wyvern was back, and he was about to bring the fate of the sept full circle. I drew a deep breath and held out my hand palm up. Talon slapped his in it, palm down.

“We’re home, Talon.”

He looked at me with enigmatic black eyes. “That we are, my lord. Long may you reign.”

Long may you all reign… Happy TT!

Now that the cleavage contest at Fab’s is over with, I am going to prove that I do indeed have Frederick’s enhanced cleavage. If only I had been able to find the high res images so that I could cut my face out and have the pic be bigger than my fingernail. I could have taken the winner. Well, maybe not. I’ll let you folks decide.

My boobage isn’t really as big as the corset makes them seem. I’m pretty much a handful for the average man. C cup average. Not big enough to give me a backache nor small enough to have be advertising for a sugar daddy to buy me bigger ones. I wouldn’t want fakes anyway. Not my thing at all.

Well, the sim was down so I got not one horse in 22 stables entered. I wasn’t in the mood anyway. I made a graphic for a hot Scots who pretty much batted his eyelashes at me and told me I was a star. I’m a sucker for sincere flattery from a hot man. Fab knows how to turn me into a puddle. See yesterday’s comments. In Matt’s case, a Holy Jeebus, a flash of his organ, and a promise of hot wings, and I’m buying a ticket to Bagwine. I tell you, someone better be getting some, cause Jeebus knows I ain’t. Actually, I think Neko the Mean Kitty got some. She sure looks prego to me. And my kid promised me Swirly was failing his attempts! I heard her yelling at him, “Swirly! You fail!” So I figured he was too stupid to pork the girl. I guess silent old Fat Dummy got busy while we were all asleep. You always gotta watch out for those quiet, fat guys.

I have my TT for tomorrow all figured out, so it should be a piece of cake. However, I’m having Bar issues and getting depressed over it. I suppose I’m not getting enough feedback or accolades or something. Everyone is too busy to be bothered to read, so I look at my characters and tell them, “No one cares, so I’m not writing you today. I’m off to read Kyra’s blog!” They look really sad. And then, when I go to write them, they won’t cooperate because they think no one loves them any more. I don’t know what to tell them. We have a lot of members. I just don’t think people are coming around and reading. And half the characters are Jen’s and she’s not posting so the other characters think it’s vacation or something. Maybe, I’ll put all my characters on a plane and do a Lost version of the Bar.

I’m tired, so I’m posting hotties. I don’t feel like blogging really. I’m just babbling anyway. You weren’t really reading this shit, were you? At any rate, there’s cleavage and hotties. Something for everyone. I’m going to bed to stare at Anderson Cooper and pretend to sleep.

I better quit while I still have eye candy to share over the next few months! See you tomorrow for a musical Thursday Thirteen.

I got his idea last night that I wanted to check out Wordpress, thinking I’d be better off there than here at Blogger. Like most not well thought out ideas, I got all gung ho thinking of all the stuff that would look better on my blog if I moved. Of course, when it gets right to the nuts and bolts, I don’t have what it takes to make Wordpress work for me in the way I’d want it to.

I like my freaking template for one. At Wordpress’s forum, they pretty much shot me down over importing the “look” of my Blogger blog. I knew I’d have to repoint my subdomain so that wasn’t a worry, but hell, some stuff costs real money over there at Wordpress. (Can you hear me whining?) And my widgets? How the hell do I make my widgets work there? I refuse to give up my Imeem!

There are not enough hours in the day for me to learn CSS. I know enough now to make me dangerous. You should see what I’ve managed to do at my company’s website without knowing what the fuck I’m doing in CSS. Once, I did something on the site and made the President happy which gave me a smirky ass grin on my face all day, but seriously, I coulda fucked the site up. Luckily for me, most programming is logical. Whew!

So the upshot is that I am staying with Blogger… cause I have to. LiveJournal does NOT ring any bells for me. And while Wordpress does ring some bells, I just don’t have the skills to take this site there and still keep some of the things that are must haves for me. So unless someone with the lovely skills that I am lacking, is willing to assist, here I shall stay. Fucking 24 hour bullshit. Why couldn’t the day be longer so I could learn more programming crap?

So my Tuesday tune is from the movie August Rush. Last week I was getting my manicure, and I saw the first half of the movie. I was tweaked when it was time to go. I wanted to see the second half! I needed more of that hottie with the Irish accent! On Saturday I went in to get a pedicure because I chipped a toenail. When I came in, the owner turned on August Rush, almost where I’d left off! WOOT! So now, I’ve pretty much seen the whole flick. I have to say, I really liked it. Hearing Jonathan Rhys Meyers singing has given me a serious hard on for him. I’m really glad I used him at the Bar as the physical representation of my petulant Welsh rock star Rune.

Speaking of the Bar and Rune, his intro to the story is as Lex’s ex. He’s never gotten over her, has this deathless love for her, and would do anything to get her back. The guy is practically stalking her! Of course, by the time Rune appears, Lex is breaking up with Johann and already dreaming of Alaric. The rock star stands no chance. My poor girl with fangs just isn’t in love with him. These next few pdfs will take you right up the point where Rune is introduced. He’ll show up in the next posting of pdfs. Some of the pdfs have multiple posts because the posts were very short. Hope you enjoy this next peek into Lex’s story.

Tension

Sweet Little Lies, Alexandria’s Dream Man, Can A Drunk Ass Dream?, Pain & Disappointment

Time To Go, Double Vision, Working Off the Mad, Gotta Stop Drinking

I’m off to do some experimenting at the Bar. We’re working on new terminology and I want to put up a post that shows us what the story would be like with those new terms. No longer piggybacking off of other things we’ve read is the smart way to go. This is our World and we need to create our own names and way of explaining things. If I don’t post anything but a hottie tomorrow, you’ll know I’m too busy with the sim and the Bar to blog. Happy Tuesday!