The Nosferatu Adventures
page 340, chapter 340
Out of Time
"She's going to go through withdrawals soon." Vlad said cautiously as he stood beside Edric, his arms crossed. The two males were standing in the middle of a corner store parking lot, waiting for our heroine. "After all that time actually hunting. She's going to be in for a time of it over the next few days. Do you think you'll be able to handle it?" the older male raised an eyebrow as he silently doubted Edric was up for the task. Nodding Edric licked his lips waiting for the other shoe to drop. Vlad looked around as if expecting someone to run up from all directions. It was a habit he'd never gotten out of, having to constantly look over his shoulder for attackers. "And when her head's cleared and she's once again used to the iv bags; will you be able to handle what comes next? Huh? I mean, it's already started hasn't it?"
"What the shack are you getting at?" the sandy-blonde hybrid ran his hand through the limp mohawk before blinking in confusion.
"The fact she needs to be with a pack alpha. Nosferatu is dare I say, designed for it."
"Well, no worries there." Edric replied smirking. "We don't even have a pack to have an alpha for." his words were a little too smug even to his own ears.
"Of course we do! It just doesn't look like you think it should look like." Vlad retorted gesturing towards the nearly empty street. "And if you let yourself admit what you already know, then you already know the answer to who's actually the alpha. Hint, it's not you."
"Well it's obviously not Arthur. He's barely got his marbles most of the time. I suppose you're going to tell me it's you?" Edric said crossing his arms taking a guarded stance.
"You really need to open your eyes and see what's going on around you." Vlad raised his chin with authority. "Be prepared to fight for what you believe belongs to you already. Be prepared to possibly loose a friend in the process. Unless you're willing to bow down to Seward."
"Seward?" Edric shook his head in a double take, his eyes fluttering in shock. "Seward?"
"It's his house we all live in. His authority we have been bowing down to in polite hospitality. He's the one taking care of us, stepping in between yourself and Arthur when you fight, feeding everyone, paying for everything. He's naturally stepped into the role of alpha right under your nose and you allowed it. It's only a matter of time before he takes Nosferatu too." Vlad stiffened slightly as he tilted his neck to the side. "Somethings..." he sniffed deeply.
"Blood." the two males said in unison just as our heroine walked out of the store a large plastic bag in hand.
"Here these are for you." she remarked slapping a small pack of disposable razors into Edric's shoulder.
"You've got red sauce on your shirt." Edric whispered pointing just above her boobs as he nervously looked around to make sure no one saw. Vlad had already moved past them into the store. There just on the floor beside the check out counter, was a guy unconscious, a knife beside his broken hand. A few feet away from him behind the counter, the checker was drooling and babbling like a drunk. The dark haired male snorted in frustration before returning back outside, grabbing our heroine by the elbow and guiding her back into the store.
"What the hell is this?" Vlad's voice never rose, never wavered.
"A nice light snack." she began to giggle. "What? He was in the middle of robbing the place when I walked in, so I took care of it. He's still alive. His body anyways. And that one will be fine in a day or so. Just running on empty till the medics get here. Which, by the way, I was polite enough to call so we should go."
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Red sauce.)
Sunday, July 29, 2018
Wednesday, July 25, 2018
Coffee talk july 25th 2018
It's just after 10:30pm where I am right now, on a Wednesday night. We are 98 Days from Hallowe'en, and my lovely Spudguns!, I just thought I'd run in for a moment and say hey...Hey.
For those of you who follow astrology; you're aware we've got a Mercury retrograde happening tomorrow, and a Full Moon plus Lunar Eclipse later in the week. So that means, expect miscommunication, mix ups, travel delays, electronic break downs and accidents.
For those of you who don't follow astrology...well you might see the next few weeks as weirdness all around.
I was running in to say that there will be a serial on the weekend (Sunday July 29th 2018). I've just lost track which one is suppose to be scheduled for this week, so I'm just going to write an installment for both and see what I get finished first. Coin toss really.
That's about all I wanted to say...so catch up on the weekend.
For those of you who follow astrology; you're aware we've got a Mercury retrograde happening tomorrow, and a Full Moon plus Lunar Eclipse later in the week. So that means, expect miscommunication, mix ups, travel delays, electronic break downs and accidents.
For those of you who don't follow astrology...well you might see the next few weeks as weirdness all around.
I was running in to say that there will be a serial on the weekend (Sunday July 29th 2018). I've just lost track which one is suppose to be scheduled for this week, so I'm just going to write an installment for both and see what I get finished first. Coin toss really.
That's about all I wanted to say...so catch up on the weekend.
Wednesday, July 18, 2018
The Nosferatu Adventures s13 p9
The Nosferatu Adventures
page 339, chapter 339
Out of Time
"Would you like to explain to me your behaviour back there?" Seward asked as he stood suddenly on the second floor landing.
"No." our heroine said crossing her arms under her chest. Her eyes were as cold and blank as chrome plates as she turned to look at her human friend.
"That was uncalled for." the dark haired human began to march towards her in anger. His face beet red as he did, his curly hair flopping around his eyes. "He's just a kid..."
"Just a kid?" she lowered her arms, turning a half step on her heels towards him, closing the gap now between them. "Just a kid? That kid is a psychopath at best. A monster in every sense of the word. A half werewolf, half banshee demi-god with entitlement issues." she snorted having to wipe the back of her hand across her mouth, her fangs beginning to show. "He set a village on fire just because the local boys wouldn't play with him. Crept into their homes after dark and torched it. Not one house, but all of them." she gestured wildly with her right hand in a smooth motion. "Hunting because his werewolf side was coming to the surface. That I could have understood. His emotions didn't erupt causing him to get into a fight and bite someone in the heat of the moment.That I could have understood. No, he waited till everyone was asleep and burned them alive. Fifty people. Just because two little boys didn't want to play tag with him!" her voice had risen beginning to hurt Seward's ears. The colour started to drain out of the human's face, leaving him a sick ashen skin tone. "That kid..." she was pointing now to the main level of the house towards the kitchen. "Should never have been born!" she began to pace around the landing then, like a caged animal. "Loki's magick, Maxwell's soul." she made a noise between a laugh and a grunt. "The last of the pack alphas because Loki wanted his litter of shapeshifters. The Frankenstein curse farthest thing from anyone's mind. The last of the litter." she tilted her head, her words becoming slurred as her double row of fangs were completely exposed. Seward shrank back a half step, ready to run back down the stairs but forced himself to stop. "That damned Frankenstein family curse. Only two children a generation..." she let her chin droop, as she slammed backwards into the wall. Seward watched himself move towards her as if watching a movie on tv. He had no connection, no control over his own actions as he reached out wrapping his arms around her shoulders, letting the fierce creature melt into his embrace. "If only Loki had left that piece of Maxwell's soul alone." her voice was strained between the half choked sobs and the fact her fangs were making it difficult to do much other than hiss.
"If he had, the youngest would have been Jacob's." Vlad's soft voice said with authority as he firmly planted his foot on the top stair of the landing. "That would have not made any difference to how things are. Edric would still be here now." a frustrated breath escaped Vlad's nose as he gestured towards the stairs, indicating Seward needed to step back. The dark haired human did not budge.
"I don't follow?" Seward said as he finally broke the hug but refused to move from Nosferatu's side.
"Edric is Jacob." our heroine answered; her eyes back to their human hazel as she stared deeply into Vlad's own brown ones. "When we..." she gestured then to Vlad and back to herself. "When we were first married back in the 1400's, before actually...I was with Jacob Oaken. He was the pack alpha. And then he betrayed us." a deep sigh forced her to put her palm flat on her chest to keep calm.
"How?" Seward asked suddenly feeling a wave of fear tickle his spine.
"He sided with my brother Radu to overthrow me as king." Vlad never broke eye contact with the female.
"Still fuzzy on the details. I mean, how could you not recognize..."
"He's soul not his body reincarnated...it's not as simple as movies make it out to be. But it explains why he turned into a hybrid and not just a banshee when I bit him. He'd already been a werewolf in his past life. A born lycanthrope, not a turned one. It was dormant he just needed for it to be triggered." she cleared her throat unable to look at either male as she continued. "And why he was able to claim me with just his desire to. Just a bit of his blood." her eyelids fluttered as she began to blush. "Why Arthur became just a werewolf when Edric bit him."
"Speaking of wolves. I came up here to tell you Maxwell is apparently ruling Rolf's kingdom." Vlad spoke softly as if trying not to wake some invisible sleeper, as he clasped his hands in front of him.
"That's impossible. I just left there and everything was fine. Reuben was ruling as king. I mean, I know time moves differently, but still it couldn't have been more than a week or so there?"
"Hey, darling." Edric's voice broke their worry as he called from the bottom of the stairs. "You're cake's done. Ruthven is wanting to slap the icing on it." his footsteps were light on the stairs as he bounded up them to join their little party. Jerking his head to the side, the sandy-blonde hybrid tried to assess the situation but got nothing from his friends. Even with his sensitive hearing, Edric hadn't been paying close enough attention to their conversation, and now felt the awkwardness of interrupting it.
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. Things are starting to get sticky.)
page 339, chapter 339
Out of Time
"Would you like to explain to me your behaviour back there?" Seward asked as he stood suddenly on the second floor landing.
"No." our heroine said crossing her arms under her chest. Her eyes were as cold and blank as chrome plates as she turned to look at her human friend.
"That was uncalled for." the dark haired human began to march towards her in anger. His face beet red as he did, his curly hair flopping around his eyes. "He's just a kid..."
"Just a kid?" she lowered her arms, turning a half step on her heels towards him, closing the gap now between them. "Just a kid? That kid is a psychopath at best. A monster in every sense of the word. A half werewolf, half banshee demi-god with entitlement issues." she snorted having to wipe the back of her hand across her mouth, her fangs beginning to show. "He set a village on fire just because the local boys wouldn't play with him. Crept into their homes after dark and torched it. Not one house, but all of them." she gestured wildly with her right hand in a smooth motion. "Hunting because his werewolf side was coming to the surface. That I could have understood. His emotions didn't erupt causing him to get into a fight and bite someone in the heat of the moment.That I could have understood. No, he waited till everyone was asleep and burned them alive. Fifty people. Just because two little boys didn't want to play tag with him!" her voice had risen beginning to hurt Seward's ears. The colour started to drain out of the human's face, leaving him a sick ashen skin tone. "That kid..." she was pointing now to the main level of the house towards the kitchen. "Should never have been born!" she began to pace around the landing then, like a caged animal. "Loki's magick, Maxwell's soul." she made a noise between a laugh and a grunt. "The last of the pack alphas because Loki wanted his litter of shapeshifters. The Frankenstein curse farthest thing from anyone's mind. The last of the litter." she tilted her head, her words becoming slurred as her double row of fangs were completely exposed. Seward shrank back a half step, ready to run back down the stairs but forced himself to stop. "That damned Frankenstein family curse. Only two children a generation..." she let her chin droop, as she slammed backwards into the wall. Seward watched himself move towards her as if watching a movie on tv. He had no connection, no control over his own actions as he reached out wrapping his arms around her shoulders, letting the fierce creature melt into his embrace. "If only Loki had left that piece of Maxwell's soul alone." her voice was strained between the half choked sobs and the fact her fangs were making it difficult to do much other than hiss.
"If he had, the youngest would have been Jacob's." Vlad's soft voice said with authority as he firmly planted his foot on the top stair of the landing. "That would have not made any difference to how things are. Edric would still be here now." a frustrated breath escaped Vlad's nose as he gestured towards the stairs, indicating Seward needed to step back. The dark haired human did not budge.
"I don't follow?" Seward said as he finally broke the hug but refused to move from Nosferatu's side.
"Edric is Jacob." our heroine answered; her eyes back to their human hazel as she stared deeply into Vlad's own brown ones. "When we..." she gestured then to Vlad and back to herself. "When we were first married back in the 1400's, before actually...I was with Jacob Oaken. He was the pack alpha. And then he betrayed us." a deep sigh forced her to put her palm flat on her chest to keep calm.
"How?" Seward asked suddenly feeling a wave of fear tickle his spine.
"He sided with my brother Radu to overthrow me as king." Vlad never broke eye contact with the female.
"Still fuzzy on the details. I mean, how could you not recognize..."
"He's soul not his body reincarnated...it's not as simple as movies make it out to be. But it explains why he turned into a hybrid and not just a banshee when I bit him. He'd already been a werewolf in his past life. A born lycanthrope, not a turned one. It was dormant he just needed for it to be triggered." she cleared her throat unable to look at either male as she continued. "And why he was able to claim me with just his desire to. Just a bit of his blood." her eyelids fluttered as she began to blush. "Why Arthur became just a werewolf when Edric bit him."
"Speaking of wolves. I came up here to tell you Maxwell is apparently ruling Rolf's kingdom." Vlad spoke softly as if trying not to wake some invisible sleeper, as he clasped his hands in front of him.
"That's impossible. I just left there and everything was fine. Reuben was ruling as king. I mean, I know time moves differently, but still it couldn't have been more than a week or so there?"
"Hey, darling." Edric's voice broke their worry as he called from the bottom of the stairs. "You're cake's done. Ruthven is wanting to slap the icing on it." his footsteps were light on the stairs as he bounded up them to join their little party. Jerking his head to the side, the sandy-blonde hybrid tried to assess the situation but got nothing from his friends. Even with his sensitive hearing, Edric hadn't been paying close enough attention to their conversation, and now felt the awkwardness of interrupting it.
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me (straight up story. Things are starting to get sticky.)
Friday, July 13, 2018
Random movie July 13th 2018
Movie: Hotel Transylvania 3 Summer Vacation
starring: Adam Sandler, Kevin James
genre: Comedy, Cartoon, Action, Adventure,
year: 2018
format: Cinema
SPOILERS!!
plot: The gang - Drac, Murray, Frank, Wayne and Griffin are being hunted by Van Helsing, in 1897. The guys end up having to disguise themselves as women in order to sneak on a train. But Van Helsing realizes it's them and chases Drac in all his animal forms. (rat, bat, wolf etc) They eventually end up on a cliff and Van Helsing falls to what we believe is his doom. Fast Forward to present day, and the gang are at the hotel for another wedding. Drac finds himself the last single monster of the entire group, and begins to feel just how lonely it can be. Mavis decides to cheer him up by planning a surprise vacation for everyone, refusing to tell Drac anything about where they are going. They end up on a cruise in the Bermuda Triangle where Drac meets the captain- Erica. He soon finds himself falling in love with her, and unable to do much of anything around her. Wanting to know if she feels anything for him, he secretly follows her one night after the ship docks, only to have to save her life more than once. While this is going on, Wayne and Wanda are attacked and drugged by Abraham Van Helsing back on the cruise ship, and the kids - Dennis and Winnie are trying to hide the fact they broke the rules by bringing along their puppy. Erica, unknown to anyone, is a Van Helsing, and comes to regret her family's grudge against Drac. Before long, she finds herself falling in love with Drac as well, but Mavis just doesn't trust Erica. Specially after Erica unleashes the deadly Kracken; who the Van Helsings can control with music. It's up to Johnny with his skill for DJ-ing to find the right song that will break the spell and save the day. Once everyone is back home in Transylvania, Drac asks Erica to marry him.
Okay, so there is a lot going on in this movie. It's moved from the typical buddy comedy the franchise has been known for in the first two films, and is a big action-adventure story complete with a Raider's of the Lost Ark style scene. And keeping with the nautical theme, instead of the henchmen being zombies as in the first two, we've got fish-men. They are fish heads with feet.
The timeline is not given, but we know a few years have past because the werewolves have a new litter of kids, expressed with the addition of the second female werewolf. (Winnie having been the only one in the first two movies) And we've got a role reversal with Mavis being overprotective of Drac's love life; letting us explore the jealousy and feeling of abandonment a lot of kids have when their parents re-marry.
I am torn on this one. I really love the first two in the series, and have literally been waiting for this one to hit cinemas, but it left me little disappointed. There were so many characters that were just left out of the story that we've come to see as main ones. Like Frankenstein, Murray, Wayne and Johnny that were barely there this time around. As the story arch comes full circle with one of the Draculas falling in love with a human, this one feels like it got too wrapped up in being bigger.
Honestly, I am hoping for a fourth film that deals with Dennis and Winnie.
starring: Adam Sandler, Kevin James
genre: Comedy, Cartoon, Action, Adventure,
year: 2018
format: Cinema
SPOILERS!!
plot: The gang - Drac, Murray, Frank, Wayne and Griffin are being hunted by Van Helsing, in 1897. The guys end up having to disguise themselves as women in order to sneak on a train. But Van Helsing realizes it's them and chases Drac in all his animal forms. (rat, bat, wolf etc) They eventually end up on a cliff and Van Helsing falls to what we believe is his doom. Fast Forward to present day, and the gang are at the hotel for another wedding. Drac finds himself the last single monster of the entire group, and begins to feel just how lonely it can be. Mavis decides to cheer him up by planning a surprise vacation for everyone, refusing to tell Drac anything about where they are going. They end up on a cruise in the Bermuda Triangle where Drac meets the captain- Erica. He soon finds himself falling in love with her, and unable to do much of anything around her. Wanting to know if she feels anything for him, he secretly follows her one night after the ship docks, only to have to save her life more than once. While this is going on, Wayne and Wanda are attacked and drugged by Abraham Van Helsing back on the cruise ship, and the kids - Dennis and Winnie are trying to hide the fact they broke the rules by bringing along their puppy. Erica, unknown to anyone, is a Van Helsing, and comes to regret her family's grudge against Drac. Before long, she finds herself falling in love with Drac as well, but Mavis just doesn't trust Erica. Specially after Erica unleashes the deadly Kracken; who the Van Helsings can control with music. It's up to Johnny with his skill for DJ-ing to find the right song that will break the spell and save the day. Once everyone is back home in Transylvania, Drac asks Erica to marry him.
Okay, so there is a lot going on in this movie. It's moved from the typical buddy comedy the franchise has been known for in the first two films, and is a big action-adventure story complete with a Raider's of the Lost Ark style scene. And keeping with the nautical theme, instead of the henchmen being zombies as in the first two, we've got fish-men. They are fish heads with feet.
The timeline is not given, but we know a few years have past because the werewolves have a new litter of kids, expressed with the addition of the second female werewolf. (Winnie having been the only one in the first two movies) And we've got a role reversal with Mavis being overprotective of Drac's love life; letting us explore the jealousy and feeling of abandonment a lot of kids have when their parents re-marry.
I am torn on this one. I really love the first two in the series, and have literally been waiting for this one to hit cinemas, but it left me little disappointed. There were so many characters that were just left out of the story that we've come to see as main ones. Like Frankenstein, Murray, Wayne and Johnny that were barely there this time around. As the story arch comes full circle with one of the Draculas falling in love with a human, this one feels like it got too wrapped up in being bigger.
Honestly, I am hoping for a fourth film that deals with Dennis and Winnie.
Wednesday, July 11, 2018
The Cinema Files s1 p10
The Cinema Files
page 10, chapter 10
Flowerpot Fantasy
"Desdemona." Blake was hunched over the fridge his fingers tapping on the edge of the wide open door. "When are you going to give up this fad you've been on?" he asked grabbing the milk container. "This is not real milk yous knows that right? I mean, it's water flavoured with crushed nuts."
"Twenty years is not a fad, it's a life style." I replied waiting for the coffee maker.
"Life style." he snorted moving around the small kitchen back towards the table where the files were still scattered. " 'tis what you've been up ta with Vincent? Why the good detective Ryan clenches up every time I mentions ya?" he picked up a handful of the newspaper clippings waving them at me.
"You mentioned me to Whitechapel?"
"And that why yous were wi't that reporter guy I saw you out banging around town with? Eh? Your little murder club solving crimes? God woman, yous really are as bad as your aunt." he tossed the pages back down on the pile.
"Pretty much. Speaking of, I'm meeting up with Vincent." I waited for a half a heart beat unable to look him in the eye. Blake said nothing as he sat there reading the headlines of the marked newspapers.
"You sleeping with him?" the tone was both snarky and serious at the same time when he finally broke the silence. "Is it a rendezvous for sex? Or is it just a shopping date? Cause the boy's got style right? Or you just getting together for lunch? All those free meals he serves you, never does that for anyone else now does he? Na. He's fattening you up for somet'ing. That's for sures." Blake leaned back in the chair, one elbow thrown over the top of it. "Or...or is it you two are going to go look at a dead body?" he snatched up a sticky note waving it around. "Or the tattoo parlors? Track down a lead." his voice rose at the sentence but not in question. Getting up, he moved to the fridge again getting the milk once more and a bowl for cereal.
"You done ranting?" I couldn't tell if he was just plain hurt or really jealous?
"Not in the slightest." he pulled the kitchen chair out again sitting down with authority. "What's your plan?" leaning over his nose almost touched the table as he scrutinized some of the pages before moving them enough for him to put his cereal down. "What now? You 'tink you two are just going to waltz right on ins do ya? Have the mortician great you wit' a smile and just let you ransack him for information?"
"Sure why not?" I closed my eyes breathing in the scent of him as he walked past. All stale cigarettes and whisky. It caused me to creep back a bit on my toes, pressing myself flat against the edge of the kitchen sink, afraid to breathe in the space. Afraid to let him know how much air he was sucking out of the room. Blake was the room, even when he wasn't trying to be. The coffee maker made it's last gurgle informing me it was ready, only I was unsure of my hands suddenly. Embarrassed and knowing I'd start shaking if I tried to maneuver to pour any. A dead giveaway to Blake that he still held that heated attraction for me.
"Mons. You wants to do this you have to remember you're not your aunt. What you needs is a cover for 'tis." he gave a short half breathed laugh. "Why do ya tink your aunt bought flowers from me 'tree time a week?" he turned in the chair now to stare up at me with his eyes sparkling in their overly confident way. "Not cause she liked me that's for sure. No, she needed a way in to places. Flowers get you in, butter someone up to talk. Na, you needs me on t'is. In fact..." he ran his hand over his jaw for a second a million miles away in his thoughts. "This calls for a fruit basket."
Tune in again for another installment of the Cinema Files starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Fruit basket.)
page 10, chapter 10
Flowerpot Fantasy
"Desdemona." Blake was hunched over the fridge his fingers tapping on the edge of the wide open door. "When are you going to give up this fad you've been on?" he asked grabbing the milk container. "This is not real milk yous knows that right? I mean, it's water flavoured with crushed nuts."
"Twenty years is not a fad, it's a life style." I replied waiting for the coffee maker.
"Life style." he snorted moving around the small kitchen back towards the table where the files were still scattered. " 'tis what you've been up ta with Vincent? Why the good detective Ryan clenches up every time I mentions ya?" he picked up a handful of the newspaper clippings waving them at me.
"You mentioned me to Whitechapel?"
"And that why yous were wi't that reporter guy I saw you out banging around town with? Eh? Your little murder club solving crimes? God woman, yous really are as bad as your aunt." he tossed the pages back down on the pile.
"Pretty much. Speaking of, I'm meeting up with Vincent." I waited for a half a heart beat unable to look him in the eye. Blake said nothing as he sat there reading the headlines of the marked newspapers.
"You sleeping with him?" the tone was both snarky and serious at the same time when he finally broke the silence. "Is it a rendezvous for sex? Or is it just a shopping date? Cause the boy's got style right? Or you just getting together for lunch? All those free meals he serves you, never does that for anyone else now does he? Na. He's fattening you up for somet'ing. That's for sures." Blake leaned back in the chair, one elbow thrown over the top of it. "Or...or is it you two are going to go look at a dead body?" he snatched up a sticky note waving it around. "Or the tattoo parlors? Track down a lead." his voice rose at the sentence but not in question. Getting up, he moved to the fridge again getting the milk once more and a bowl for cereal.
"You done ranting?" I couldn't tell if he was just plain hurt or really jealous?
"Not in the slightest." he pulled the kitchen chair out again sitting down with authority. "What's your plan?" leaning over his nose almost touched the table as he scrutinized some of the pages before moving them enough for him to put his cereal down. "What now? You 'tink you two are just going to waltz right on ins do ya? Have the mortician great you wit' a smile and just let you ransack him for information?"
"Sure why not?" I closed my eyes breathing in the scent of him as he walked past. All stale cigarettes and whisky. It caused me to creep back a bit on my toes, pressing myself flat against the edge of the kitchen sink, afraid to breathe in the space. Afraid to let him know how much air he was sucking out of the room. Blake was the room, even when he wasn't trying to be. The coffee maker made it's last gurgle informing me it was ready, only I was unsure of my hands suddenly. Embarrassed and knowing I'd start shaking if I tried to maneuver to pour any. A dead giveaway to Blake that he still held that heated attraction for me.
"Mons. You wants to do this you have to remember you're not your aunt. What you needs is a cover for 'tis." he gave a short half breathed laugh. "Why do ya tink your aunt bought flowers from me 'tree time a week?" he turned in the chair now to stare up at me with his eyes sparkling in their overly confident way. "Not cause she liked me that's for sure. No, she needed a way in to places. Flowers get you in, butter someone up to talk. Na, you needs me on t'is. In fact..." he ran his hand over his jaw for a second a million miles away in his thoughts. "This calls for a fruit basket."
Tune in again for another installment of the Cinema Files starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Fruit basket.)
Sunday, July 8, 2018
Coffee Talk Sunday July 8th 2018
Spudguns! Hey, how's it there? Spiffy. We are 115 Days till Hallowe'en.
Right off, yes I'm aware I'm once again behind schedule with the serials. Can't be helped right now. To be honest, everything in my life is behind schedule right now, mind body and otherwise.
I hope to have things back on course soon. Like end of the month soon. Life putters along one click at a time for years, then you suddenly get one or two potholes in the road and everything gets scattered to the winds. That's sort of where I am right now.
With that said, I will have one of the serials for you on Wednesday. And a couple of movie reviews this week. I know right, movie reviews on a movie blog, the idea of it.
Okay, that's about the time I've got for now. I'll be back later in the week.
Right off, yes I'm aware I'm once again behind schedule with the serials. Can't be helped right now. To be honest, everything in my life is behind schedule right now, mind body and otherwise.
I hope to have things back on course soon. Like end of the month soon. Life putters along one click at a time for years, then you suddenly get one or two potholes in the road and everything gets scattered to the winds. That's sort of where I am right now.
With that said, I will have one of the serials for you on Wednesday. And a couple of movie reviews this week. I know right, movie reviews on a movie blog, the idea of it.
Okay, that's about the time I've got for now. I'll be back later in the week.
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