This is a culmination of my too many interests. It's is an in-between place. It's more focused than my Myspace blog, but less so than my author blog. Here you can find artwork, photography, writing, poetry, book covers, manga and pointless videos. All of these things mesh together to become a reflection of their creator in an in-between place colored like shadows and flavored like frappuccinos and chocolate. It's one heck of a world.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Collab Poem

colab


I know, I know, I can't believe I haven't updated my banner yet. It's really the Creative Poetry Corral now. But you guys know what it is... right? if not then go visit it because it's the best poetry spot on MySpace. Not saying I don't like some of the others too, but this was my first one, plus I just adore Cheryl and so many of the people I met there...

Here's my collab anyway:


cheryl colab 46

Been one of those days. Mom went to the doctor today and he thinks she has Parkinson's Disease, so been researching that (why is it that all human beings' initial reaction to a diagnosis is to expect that all of these "symptoms" are suddenly going to manifest, even though they are already there? it's like nothing changes except that you now have a name for it and maybe can get meds that will help it, but all people act like the doctor isn't diagnosing it, but rather giving it to you. "Oh no! I have sjogren's now! Look at all these horrible things that will happen.." or "Oh no! You have diabetes! NOW you'll be sick all the time" never mind that all those things have already happened and you've already had the symptoms, so that really nothing is changing... sorry, just one of those fascinating little psychological things that interest me) and then she's sick now (i think it's the same thing my bro had/has), Hoping to post the last of the "How to Get a Cover" blogs tomorrow *crossing fingers* and then we can move on to something more interesting, LOL!

Song going through my head - "Pain" - Three Days Grace

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Cover Art

I'm just going to post a long selection of my last two (or is it three?) weeks of work on here. You see, I've been busy, busy, busy at the old book cover thing. I don’t think any of the books are up on Smashwords etc yet.

I know that none of Bonnie’s are because I’m probably going to have to do the uploading, but when the time comes I will do a round of pimping for her because, hey, she’s my mom and all. (They are all poetry books, btw!)



(my fav cover, but not my fav of the books, lol!)


from the pit


(yes, I downloaded a free fractal making program for this one. I can now do Fractals! Yay!)


egg of orlin

tales from the lost prophets

young lions southern pirates

from the mist


She was almost what I had in mind…


lyrics


Fun with vectors


tales from the trees

inside the worm


(I like this one a lot too)


from hearts of ghosts

tales from the shattered crystal





Jonathan Harvey’s book is still in the editing stages, but I think people should be aware that it exists because it’s great. It’s a 52 week, humorous devotional. Yes, humorous and devotional in the same sentence. All I can say is: about time!


Shades of Plaid





And I don’t know when Barbara’s book will be up on Smashwords, but I think the cover is nice:


miracles sun1


(this was the original one, but it wasn’t quite right, so it got rejected in favor of the one above, but I still kind of like it, so, worth sharing!)

miracles 1




I have four more to do for Ruth Ann Nordin (which are going to be very cool, I think!) and I’ve also talked to Jerry from http://www.writersreaders.com/ about some eBook covers, so yay!


And since it fits, I will add a self plug, coz I can do that. If you, or someone you know, is in the market for a cheap book cover then visit me at http://www.coverart.joleenenaylor.com . Yeah, it’s cheap. Why? Because I don’t think people should be stuck with bad covers just because they don’t know how to do it themselves or don’t have a lot of money. That’s why!



Song playing at the moment – “11:00 am (Daydreamer’s Nightmare)” – Ten Years

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

March Randomness


randomness



So, I’ve been collecting up all these odd ball things to share with people, and then I never seem to be able to put them in anywhere. I used to just casually toss this or that into the end of a blog, but it seems like I haven’t had the time for that since… well.. October, maybe? Where is all my time going? It’s certainly not in book promotions – I really need to start promoting the eBook versions of Shades of Gray – and excluding February it’s not even going into writing. So what the hell am I doing all day?!



No, I don’t really expect an answer. Though, if I think about it, I can tell you a few time wasting things I’ve been doing. One of them is fighting with Photobucket as per usual. I know you’re thinking, “Ah, more naked chick art got deleted *yawn*” but you’d be wrong. This one is actually funny!



To start with, here’s the picture they deleted:


go_chucknorris_on

(the image name is "go_chucknorris_on.gif btw)


No, I did not draw this picture. I stole it from Slide’s Super Poke Application because it was cute. And also because I tend to copy all their pictures. Copyright infringement? Maybe. But, the odd thing is, they did not delete the items around it, which are also from Slide:


chuck norris photobucket 0


Weird, huh? So, in a fit of WTF attitude, I changed my photo description:


chuck norris photobucket 0b


Obviously someone noticed it, because they were kind enough to send me an email two days later to explain it:


chuck norris photobucket 1


Yes, that is real. A sheep with a beard that is kicking the screen is an infringement on Chuck Norris’s celebrity-ness. I almost feel honor bound to send that to Slide, in case they don’t realize the terrible infringement they're committing. For the love of all that is holy! And photobucket wonders why I don’t want a paid account?! How about because they delete everything I upload – and 99% of it is content *I* created, so it’s not even a copyright issue. If it wasn’t for the ability to link the images to other sources (Flickr’s TOS says all pics must link to their flickr page) I’d have dropped them like a rock long ago.




Speaking of insane image hosting things, something odd happened to my dear old mum. She called me over because she couldn’t get an image to upload to MySpace to change her default photo. I figured, “yeah, old ditzy mom, again!” but you know what? It wasn’t ditzy mom. Here’s the picture she was trying to upload:


wtf nudity upload 2


And here’s what MySpace said:


wtf nudity rejection


Now, there is no nudity in that image, but there is a lot of flesh tone. The question I still have is: How do they know?!?! I found the idea that they “know” what I’m uploading – as I upload it – somewhat, well shocking. But not nearly as shocking as this advertisement:


have an affair


Yes, that is real. I did not make that up. I could not have made that up if I’d wanted to. It’s kinda like this flyer we found at Little Caesar’s the other day:


speeddating with dog


I mean, I love my dog, but to take him on a date?! Not that I get to date, being married and all that. Then again, I don’t think I want to date, anyway. It looks like a big pain in the butt. I’d rather stay happily married and get my excitement in other ways. For instance. My inbox is always an exciting place. You should see the kind of people and places emailing me. Yes, I said places. See for yourself:


look who is emailing me


Both Hawaii and Jamaica think I am worth emailing. Yeah-ha! See how freakin’ cool I am? Of course, this is only a good source of entertainment so long as my inbox is in English. Which, it often isn’t.


japanese yahoo again


Luckily, google is there to help!


i hope so


Oh wait. Why is it trying to translate it OUT of English? *shakes head* I don’t know what it is, but that happens to me a lot. I tend to come up as oriental or, weirdly enough, Finnish. I don’t know why. But, it makes life interesting and is quite amusing. Of course, if you’re looking for amusement I have one last thing to share with you – it’s a game called Red Remover:



http://www.thegamehomepage.com/play/red-remover/



It’s this really fun game where you try to remove the red squares and keep the green squares – it’s a lot like Slider that I had on my Motorola Razr. There are 40 levels – and you have to beat them at both Par and at bonus mode to then unlock the last five levels, which you can then beat at par and in bonus mode too, which makes it 45 levels that you beat two to three times each for a total of 135 games (or more), so that you can unlock the special, secret Russian radio transmission.



And I know that’s what you get, coz I unlocked it:


red remover


Now, afraid I have to dash. So much to do, so little time. Seriously, if I could just figure out where all my time was going….. Then maybe I could catch up on watching Fullmetal Alchemist and playing Final Fantasy XII!



*sigh*





Song going through my head at the moment – “Careless Whisper” - Seether



Forsaken Raven

old stuff

It’s that time of the week when I forget to post a Spiffy Old Thing – aka, something you have never seen before – and then, at the last minute, a day or so late, I manage to straggle in a pop something up here.

That does sound about right, you know.

Oh, I do have to mention the spiffy table of contents, though, in case you’ve missed previous entries.

So, this week I’m late, lazy and in a hurry and I know you will all just cry yourself to sleep if I don’t post something, so you’re getting a….

poetry

This was written for a challenge on one of Barb’s groups; it was actually to my picture “Blackbird” (which, if you want some more trivia, was in turn drawn off of the song Blackbird by Alter Bridge). Anyway, it’s not easy writing a poem to your own picture that’s off of something else…. But this is passable, so I am posting it. Enjoy.

Blackbird



Forsaken Raven

In the shadow of your smile there’s a lost land
A place I cannot reach, though I try
A summer’s day you’ve long forgotten
Gray is the color that you’ve turned the perfect sky
In the darkened heart so many worlds collide
The crash of a thousand voices call the name
A word you’ve turned into a chapel prayer
Repeated until you’ve forgotten who’s to blame

I’ll watch as you soar through the sky
Let the night’s arm embrace you
The darkness your savior and haven
Touch the clouds, kiss the moon
Then I’ll watch as you fall to the ground
Forever lost
Forsaken raven

Cruel faces haunt your nightmares and memories
Never caring, you’re just the new circus show
And they watched you perform your own act
While they pitied and scorned you so low

They’ll watch as you soar through the sky
Let the night’s arm embrace you
The darkness your savior and haven
Touch the clouds, kiss the moon
Then they’ll watch as you fall to the ground
Forever lost
Forsaken raven

Spread your wings and scream to the heavens
Your call of despair thrown by the gale
Leave behind just an imprint of life,
A shadow on the moon’s face so pale

Watch as you soar through the sky
Let the night’s arm embrace you
The darkness your savior and haven
Touch the clouds, kiss the moon
Then watch as you fall to the ground
Forever lost
Forsaken raven


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Spiffy, huh?

Song in my head at the moment - “Blackbird” – Alter bridge

Saturday, March 20, 2010

The Dream - short story

I actually have a lot of little random stuff that I am going to have to make into a blog in the next day or so, but I haven’t done any short stories for Blogophilia in several weeks, so I wanted to get back to that. The only inspiration for this one is the prompts and while we were at Wood’s Grocery store earlier, there was a teenage employee sitting on the bench talking on his cellphone and looking morose. So, of course, I wondered what he was talking about…..



The Dream



The music pulsed loudly; so loud it seemed to be inside Dave’s head. It was like his heart beat in time to the drums. All around him people jumped and moshed and then the girl in front of him whipped off her shirt and flung it towards the stage with a whoop. She turned back and looked him over, then winked and shouted over the noise, “So what are you doing after this?”

There was only one word for this moment and that was “Awesome”.

“Hey Dave!”

At the sound of his manager’s voice, the moment faded and he was back in the grocery store, a bottle of cleaner in one hand and a rag in the other.

“You got those counters done?”

He glanced at the work he should have been doing and gave a semi-nod. He wasn’t sure if he’d actually washed it or not, but it was good enough. It was just a checkout after all. It wasn’t like people were going to put their food right on the surface, all naked and germy.

Just then his cell phone went off and the blood drained from his face.  He grabbed it from the holster and hit silence, but it was too late; they both knew it had gone off. What a pickle to land himself in – cell phones were supposed to be shut off at work, and yet here his was, ringing right in front of his manager. God, he was going to get canned. Canned. Now that was a funny thing to call it. Why not call it jarred? Like those pickles….

His boss cleared his throat loudly, and narrowed his eyes. “Why don’t you take your break, since you’re done with the counters? You can see what that very, very important call is.”

Dave managed to nod, and then he dashed for the doors as fast as he could. Diane laughed at him from behind her register and he scowled back at her. She thought she was so much because she was out of school and had an apartment. Just wait. He’d graduate next year and then he’d show her!  Her and that damned supervisor! But first, when he got off work, he was going to kill- he paused the thought long enough to check the caller ID – Chad. He was going to drive straight to his house and strangle him with his own socks!

Outside the evening air pulsed with an early spring chill.  Dave dodged a customer and headed for the “smoker’s bench” under the big Deli sign. As the nickname implied, butts littered the sidewalk around it, despite the three angry red signs that declared “Put cigarettes in the ashtray!”. The ultimate irony was that there was no ashtray.

Dave dropped onto the bench and auto dialed Chad’s number. No one answered, so he left a voicemail that said something like, “What the fuck? You just called and nearly got me fired! Answer your phone, moron!” Then, he called back. This time, Chad was a little faster.

“Hey man! About time. I just called you-“

“Yeah, no shit. Right in front of my boss! You know I’m at work. What were you thinking? I need to hang on to this for a couple more weeks or I won’t have the money for the concert.”

The concert. The words were spoken with a reverence befitting something of great importance. The Concert – with a capital “c”.  It deserved a capital letter. Not only was it the best band in the whole world, but it was where the girls would be! Real girls, not just the dowdy small town things they had there. No, there would be college girls there; college girls looking for fun. Girls with names like Candy who took off their tops in those girls gone wild videos Chad stole from his dad. Oh yeah. The Concert was going to be the best night of their lives. They were going to go, mosh in the pit, pick up some chicks and then –

“Yeah, look, about that…” Chad trailed off. “Look, I can’t go.”

Dave couldn’t form words. No. This couldn’t be happening.

“Dave? You there? Hello? Can you hear me? Stupid junk phone!”

Dave choked and forced out a strangled word, “What?”

“Oh, cool. Thought I lost you. This phone is such a POS-“

Dave’s voice got stronger and he cut his friend off, “What do you mean you can’t go?”

“I can’t go.” There was a moment of uncomfortable silence and then Chad went on, “I really want to, but, you know. It’s Gina, man. She found out and got pissed. She says if we go she’s gonna break up with me.”

“Gina?” The name held a note of disbelief. “You’re giving up The Concert for Gina? What are you thinking? There will be REAL girls there! REAL girls! Are you listening? Do you get this?”

He could almost hear Chad shrug. “Yeah, I guess. You can always go on your own.”

Dave nearly shouted into the phone, “I don’t have a car, you moron! And there’s no way my mom will let me use hers! God! I can’t believe this! You can’t be serious?”

“Sorry.” The silent shrug was there again. “Hey, I got an incoming call. I’ll catch ya later, bro.”

“Chad? Chad wait! Chad-“ but he was gone.

Dave shouted out a string of obscenities and slammed his fist into the bench. He watched his dreams flutter away on golden wings inscribed with the single name “Gina”. He’d never liked her; not since third grade when she’d put a snake in his shoe. She was probably the one who’d started making fun of him, too. It was her fault; everything was her fault. Maybe if she’d left him alone he could have got a date in this stupid town instead of having to go to the city, only now she’d ruined that too.

He was still muttering when Diane showed up. She sat down on the other end of the bench and pulled out a cigarette, but he barely noticed her.

“Hey, you know you’re break’s over, right?  It’s been five minutes. After that cell phone thing you better get back in there.”

“Why?” he asked morosely. “What’s the point of it all?”

“You’re in a bad mood.” She took a puff and blew out a stream of curling smoke. “Your grandma die, or something.”

“I wish.” He sighed. Diane smirked and, though he knew she was just being nosey, he vented anyway, “Chad bailed on me. We were supposed to go to this concert in a couple of weeks, but Gina found out and said he couldn’t go, so now I have no way to get there.” He stopped himself from further explaining how the world was going to end in a ball of fire and screaming, but only because he was too depressed to go on.

As if to make matters worse, Diane laughed.

“It’s not funny!” he cried.

“Yeah it is,” She flicked her cigarette ashes towards him playfully. “Ah come on, you can’t let pickled prune face ruin your fun. So what if she won’t let Chad go? Go without him.”

“I just told you I don’t have a car! Are you deaf?”

She rolled her eyes. “Then ride with someone else. It’s not that difficult.”

“Like who? Do you know anyone else who’s going?”

“Um, yeah. Me, Jennifer and Christy are going,” she broke off at the blank look on his face. “They’re my roommates. Christy graduated with Chad’s older sister and Jennifer-“

Diane kept talking, but Dave quit listening. It wasn’t that he didn’t care, it was that a new dream had seized him. Who needed Chad to take him to the concert and help him find real girls when he could ride to the concert with a car load of them? It would be beautiful; just him and them, and loud music and then a long, three hour trip home. Sure, he worked with Diane, but that was okay. She was kinda hot and she already knew who he was. That had to be a plus. But if he was going he’d need money, which meant he needed to keep the stupid job – his job!

“Yes!” he cried suddenly, oblivious to the startled look on her face as he leapt to his feet. “But my break’s over.  I better get back in there before…”

Diane’s surprise faded into amusement. “All right. See you later. We can figure out the details after work tonight.”

Dave nodded enthusiastically and headed back into the grocery store, his mind once again swirling with rainbow colored imaginings.



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Had to give him a happy ending, poor guy.



For the segment I like to call “Random Things from My Hard Drives”, here is some…
artwork

As you may – or may not – know, I’ve drawn the principle characters from my book some time back, but I skipped Claudius and Arowenia because I didn’t deem them worthy of the attention. However, some other people feel differently, so here they are:

Arowenia

claudius


If you’ve never seen the others and are oddly curious they’re all on the website at http://joleenenaylor.com/#sog under character bios.

Song playing at the moment – “Call Me” – Shinedown

Friday, March 19, 2010

Super Survey & Trip photos

BLOG GAME

So, back from Iowa. It was a nice, uneventful trip. Those are the good kind, after all. Eventful trips generally mean disasters.  Anyway, while I was gone, I was tagged by the diabolical Jonathan – aka Jissilly. I don’t know if you know how I feel about tags, so let me tell you – I am a tag-a-holic. I love tags. If you want someone to tag, then I’m the woman you’re looking for!

And, because I feel like getting all the important info out right away, I tag: Steph, Poorman’s Guru, Duckmeat, J Floyd King & Kerri Anne (this means you poor souls must copy this, answer these questions, and post it on your blog and then tag people too. – and Clarice, notice I let you off the hook this time? ;) ) if you like tags and I missed you then a- do this and b – tell me you like tags :)


1. Have you ever planned global domination by means of giant robots?
No. Berg Katse tried, and failed. Have you ever seen gatchaman? Every time he tried to take over the world using giant evil mecha, SWOOSH! There was the science ninja team to thwart him! Though Ken does look pretty good in his eagle outfit…. *cough*


2. If you had a choice what side of “The Force” would you find yourself on? 
All the quizzes I take say I am a sith. I think they’re right. Every time I watch episode three I kind of take Anakin’s side and think “This is all YOUR fault Padme!” (It really is ALL her fault. Think about it – if she’d stayed HOME where he told her to, and where a very, very pregnant chick should be at rather than dashing around some volcano planet, then Obi wan would never have stowed away. She’d have never died from whatever she died of, Luke and Leia would have been raised together and would never have had to look back in horror on that Hoth snog (that had to be mentally damaging to tongue your brother!!!) and Anakin woulda stayed all hot and never had to turn into Darth Vader as we know him. Plus he would have overthrown the Emperor and she coulda had the universe at her feet. Stupid, stupid Padme! )


3. If you were to become an evil criminal what would you call yourself and what would be your crime?

The Dry Shedder – I would dash around, shedding strands of hair on everything – people’s couches, their clothes, their food. Just you try to explain that mysterious long hair to your wife! Uh-huh!


4.  If you were a giant monster, where would you be most likely to attack?


If we’re talking unusual places, then I think Iowa. Why Iowa? Because no one in Iowa is expecting that, that’s why. I could level the whole state before anyone figured out what was going on.


5.  If you could recolor the planet what color would you make the ocean?

I actually like the blue, but if I had to pick a new color then a deep, deep red could be fun. Actually, what would be really cool would be to go pearlescent – like that car paint that looks different colors in the sunlight. Rainbow oceans, here we come.


6.  Why are you answering the questions in this survey?

Because Jonathan tagged me. I feel honor bound to do all tags.


7.  If you could have your own evil animal minions, what would they be and would they be armed?
Super Cats of Carnage. They’d all know how to read and carry lazer guns. Plus, when they weren’t killing people, I could rub their fuzzy tummies. On the downside I would have to get them all scuba gear if I wanted them to go near water.


8. If you could picture it in your mind how would the Amazing Ceremony of Milk be performed?

In a clearing in a tropical rain forest, just as the sun is rising. First, a half naked voodoo priest (you know the kind, all tan and in a skirt made of banana leaves) would chant the mysterious morning milk song and slowly, the other dancers would creep out from the surrounding foliage, chanting, and fall into a highly choreographed, yet somehow off the cuff, dance routine. Then, the voodoo priest would lift the heavy milk urn and, while heavy drums beat to a pounding crescendo, he would pour forth the tasty, milky goodness into a single, small cup that has already been prefilled with half a cup of coffee and two packages of sugar. The other dancers would then fade back into the foliage until the voodoo priest was alone with his cup and his morning paper, which he would then read; paying particular attention to the comic section.


9.  Write a small poem about Pizza.
Pizza, oh pizza,
You are so divine
Pizza or pizza,
I wish you were mine
Pizza, oh pizza,
Woe and begone
Coz in Missouri they can’t
Seem to get your crust done!


10.  Should this survey have multiple choice questions?
Sure. Multiple choice is fun.


11.  Your favorite color is…?
a.  plaid
b.  seven
c.  Bright orange
d. Any color on the donut box
true or false?


d. Unless it’s a woods donut box. Then it makes me cry.


12.  How many times have you dressed up in a zebra suit?

Oddly enough, never. Hubby once dressed as a giant chicken, though.


13. Name five things you like about llamas
Llamas are worth a lot of money
Llamas don’t live in my house
Llamas stay behind their fenced in area where they belong
Llama fur is not something people use to make coats out of
I’ve never been bitten by a Llama.


14.  If you could be any tree in the forest, would you be the one lusting after the tree with the big bushy branches and all the acorns?

Hmmm…. Actually, I think a tree with a nice bark would be better.  A nice tall one.


15.  How many analog clocks (the funny ones with the hands) do you have in your home?

One. It’s never set at the right time. I got it from my grandma after she died. My brother is very jealous of it coz it’s cool.

16.  What is the 1st full sentence on the 21st page of the book that is closest to you?

“She gripped the damp wall for support and tried to follow, but as she reached the door he shut it and locked it loudly.”

– weirdly enough, I have the same book laying next to me.  However, I have another book here too….

“The irascible Doctor accuses the two teachers of sabotage; he suspects them of trying to blackmail him into returning them to earth…”


17. If you were a superhero, would you have a full face mask or just one of those small jobs that covers the eyes?
I’d have a full face one for winter and a partial for summer. However, my eyes are my best feature, so it would need large eye cut outs.


18.  If you stand up and walk two steps forward and then turn to your left and then take a major leap as far as you can forward, where would you be?
I would smack into the couch. I think it would be painful. If I could jump high enough I could be on the couch, but I don’t think that’s gonna happen.


19.  Do you see invisible elephants and if you do what color are they?
They’re plaid.


20.  Can you remember what you were doing at exactly 1:23pm?
I was sleeping.


21.  If you were a zombie, how would you cook your brains or would you rather eat them raw and wriggly?
I’d think fried up with some salt and paper, maybe a little garlic…. Though I hear they are good in casserole.


22.  If you could mix any two television shows into one, what two would you mix?

Fullmetal Alchemist and NCIS. I think this would improve NCIS immensely.  Think about it.


23.  When was the last time you pretended to crush somebody’s head with your fingers?

Not sure. I know it was hubby though. I’ll go do it now.

Oh. You said pretend. Nevermind


24.  Do you have lima beans in your pantry?

No. I don’t eat beans except in chili or with rice; no lima beans, no soup beans, no minestrone, no black eyed peas, none of those sneaky legume like things! (Not even peanut butter! So ha!)


25.  Would you rather do battle with a cotton candy dragon or a chocolate marshmallow kraken?
Chocolate marshmallow all the way.


26.  Can you believe we are already half way through the survey and I haven’t asked any stupid questions about crushes or kissing or cell phones?

I know. I keep waiting for “have you kissed anyone who’s name starts with ‘Xylon’”. The answer to that would be no, btw.


27.  Would you rather spend time in an elevator with someone who has halitosis or stinky armpits?
If my sinuses are clogged up then I don’t care.


28.  Do you think frogs need to wait 30 minutes after eating flies, before going into the water.
Nah. They are truly superior beings who will one day rule the world.


29.  Name an insect that you are willing to eat so long as it’s covered in chocolate.
Uh… I think I ate a chocolate covered ant once a long, long time ago. Someone fed it to me. Maybe one of my uncles.

 
30.  If you had to move tomorrow, what would be the first thing you would pack in Styrofoam?
Very few things. I hate the sound of Styrofoam. It makes my teeth hurt. It makes me queasy. It makes me want to scream. I like to wrap things in stand covers and sheets, then surround it in teddy bears in the box. This has worked for me so far. Oh, the first thing… hmmm…. Probably the lily lamp Chris gave me for christmas a few years back.



31.  What is the most bizarre dream that you are willing to share?
Uh… there was one with a withered heart in a box in the wall, but I forget it… The one I had at Steph’s house was kinda bizarre.  There were these two little kid like creatures that looked kinda like zebra striped dolls – one was a girl and one was a boy - and if one of them touched you then you would die, but if the other one touched you then they brought you back to life and you would be immortal. So hubby kept telling me to avoid them and such, but the boy (who killed you) touched my arm, so then I died, but then the girl apparently touched me too, so I was then like, “Hey, wait a minute, this is way cooler! DUH!”


32.  What do you think of when you look at polka dots?
My pajama pants


33.  What color socks are your next door neighbor wearing?
White.

34.  Will you call your neighbor and ask what color socks?

No. I don’t need to. I know coz I am just THAT good.


35.  Write a haiku about penguins.
Yellow feet so cold
Standing on ice all day long
They all need slippers


36.  Would you rather see Santa Clause battle the Easter Bunny or would you rather witness a major war between leprechauns and tooth fairies?
Leprechauns and tooth fairies. You realize that they’re both loaded – between all the gold and quarters? I could scavenge for the lost loot while they finish one another off!


37.  If you had the choice between a banana or an orange, which would you go into battle with?

The banana. It could be a fearsome weapon if used right. Imagine getting one of those in your eye?


38.  Describe yourself with words from the letter of your name.  Example Bob: Brave Ornery Brutish.
Joleene: Jealous Ogling Likeable Eccentric Endearing Nice Egocentric


39.  How many scoops of ice-cream do you usually get?
Two.

40. Dunkin Donuts of Krispy Kream?
I don’t think I’ve ever had Dunkin Donuts… I like Hy-vee the best


41.  List all the animals living in your house, and if you don’t have any animals make some up.  You can make some up if you have animals but you need to include the real ones too. Please provide animal type and name. Example a cat named Bill.

There is a chair kitty named Muffins, a bacon kitty named Hideki, a fat kitty named Shelob, a dog named Fido (a black lab mix), a turtle named Myrtle, a turtle named Hagrid, a turtle named Noname, a mongoose I’ve been calling Mortimer (turns out his name is many! Who knew?), a superpoke pet chicken named clucky, and apparently hubby has an invisible chicken friend that he talks to a lot instead of me.


42. Name your favorite literary villain of the moment (It can be a movie villain if you are not the reading type.)
I have always liked the Hobyahs myself. They tore down the turnip house, scared off the old man, scared off the old woman, and put the little girl in the Hobyah bag. (read it here in a pdf: http://www.deveron-arts.com/wb/media/pdfs/PeggStoryWalk.pdf - hint: it is a very short story and the pdf is a collection of stories, so don’t cry at the length)

The evil queen in Hans Christian Anderson’s “Wild Swans” is good too. That’s my most favorite story of all time btw.


43.  What sounds more appealing to you sculpting with mashed potatoes or building with macaroni noodles?

Sculpting with mashed potatoes. Macaroni art is so third grade, but you can do some amazing things with mashed potatoes!


44.  What is your cereal killer name?  (Not to be confused with serial killer.)
Masked Grape Nut (Chris came up with this. He said grape nuts were little, hard and mean, so it fit me perfectly. Hmmmm…..)


45.  Do you know the name of the person who delivers your mail and have you ever offered this person some cookies?

Nope. I almost left him some popcorn this Christmas, but I forgot to.


46.  Name a food you like that nobody else in your family will eat?
Strawberries.  Sweet chili potstickers.  Miso soup. Udon soup. Frappuccino.  I know it’s a dinrk, but it’s worth mentioning.

 
47.  Do you prefer fried rice or chow mien noodles?
Fried rice :)


48.  Who is you’re cartoon or comic book crush?

Ken the Eagle and Keith from Voltron were my first. I love Edward Elric, especially in thise new series. Oh, and Kenshin is adorable. And Aya from the first Weiss Kruz is smokin’ – but then so is Yoji, he’s just not as tortured. And Alan from Escaflowne is tasty too – though Vaan had grown on me by the end of it. Oh, and Sword Dancer from trinity Blood. Yeah. Priest or not… *cough*.  I could go on, but I will stop. What can I say? Cartoon guys are hot!

 
49.  What is your favorite musical?
The Last Unicorn. The Hobbit cartoon comes in second. It has some awesome songs!


50.  Would you answer a survey of 50 questions that really don’t reveal anything of significance about you?
I just did! – ditto!



And though this is really random enough, I am going to treat you to the segment I like to call “Random Things from My Hard Drives” anyway. Lucky you.

photo album


Most of the pics from the trip to Iowa sucked thanks to various things (like a dirty window, bad weather, etc etc), but here are a tiny handful.

There are chunks of ice in this river – ice!!

chunks of ice

The road is half pink, lol!

the highway is half pink

Ole!

ole

Grandma and Momo

grandma and mo

All four grandkids together for the first time: Sherry (huby’s sister), Hubby, grandma, Trent & Jared

the four grandkids with grandma

The old ice cream factory

old ice cream factory

The pic is bad, but this was too cute

mandarine cafe - bad pic but too cute

Another cool building

school administration office

If only that tree wasn’t there

perry iowa

nice

Song playing at the moment – “Torn” – Disturbed

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Mitchell's Cemetery Photos




photos

from Mitchell’s Campground Cemetery. Fun, fun!

Cute little church

mitchell's campground church

Hee-hee, yeah, I added the graffiti in PSP

fun with fake graffitti - layer mode - soft light - gradient glow 25 - creepy darken

1839 may make this the oldest one we’ve come across yet. And it was a complete accident!

mitchell campground cemetery

mitchell campground stone 2

mitchell campground stone 1

pile of stones

very cool tombstones 2

cracked

two

stack of stones

flowers filtered

two slabs

folded

big and small

eveining filters

And though it’s not a great shot, here you can see some of the standing water I mentioned in the video:

standing water

And a final close up. (I find the older I get and the worse my eyes get, the more I like close up shots. I need a Nikon with a macro lens!)

broken stone



And that will do it, there’s more pics in the flickr album, as usual: http://www.flickr.com/photos/pandora_6666/sets/72157623421299313/



Fun Link of the Day: Glenn Beck attacks YOU!
Okay, this is just really, really funny. Put your politics aside, and let it link to your facebook and you’ll get a real laugh. I swear. I was literally laughing out loud at this!

(in case link won’t work: http://beck.cnnbcvideo.com/?p=f2db5db9d6071ca0aa8e0b517c22c3d9&id=19316-5834080-R5k2oRx )



And now for the segment I like to call “Random Things from My Hard Drives”, please enjoy a….
video2


This is one of the hawks (it is a hawk, right?!?!) that I’ve been trying to get photos of for months. They hang out on the signs at the Bolivar exit off of 13. However, you can’t get anywhere near them. Well, something happened to this one’s wing, so not only did I get some shots (coming later), I also got a video because I will never, ever, ever get this close to it again.



Fav songs of the moment – “Careless Whisper” – Seether & “Katherine Wheel” – HIM