Taking Over the World One Expose at a Time
*note* I just wanted to say before the blog gets started to remind everyone of Veterans Day today. In remembrance of our fallen soldiers and those who have put their lives on the line to keep our freedoms and defend us, I want to thank you for everything you do and continue to do. There is no amount of thanks in the world that could express my appreciation of you. *end of note*
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*popping head out over the top of the basket in the Crow’s Nest* Ahoy there! I have a special guest today. Regulars of the blog know her after her expose of Nika Riley is Booty magazine but today she is back and ready to try her hand at something new. Raise your cups of rum to the Grand Pixy Sita and welcome her aboard.
*giving the look to Hells* That does not mean flicking her overboard. Or you Chance. Just a few words of advice while I’m gone today- Don’t shake the pixy! *shudder* The thought of Sita dust everywhere is enough to keep me away from the deck for days.
Now, without further ado, I give you the GPS.
::inserts tape into magical recording device for notes for upcoming story for booty magazine, Writers in the Rough: Before They Were Big::
It takes great strength of spirit, cunning, an exuberant sense of adventure and persistence to be the lead reporter for Booty Magazine. Aw, who am I kidding? I just takes a great appreciation of the female body to be the lead reporter for Booty. So what, you may ask, is this reporter doing, lurking around in the woods near dusk? I’ll tell you what. I’m stalking the up and coming new writer, Alessandra Lexi. And just who is this new writer? Well… I’m not really sure to be honest. I received some interesting pictures and a few pages of writing from a source and decided, I just had to investigate. So prepare yourselves for another Grand Pixy Sita exposé.
After my last adventure with Sin, I needed something new and invigorating to write about. And after interviewing Nika Riley I found I liked working with authors. Their minds are sometimes dark and twisty and they are all interesting. Especially that Hellion. Man, was she a bit scary. I thought she was going to clip my wings. And that would have been bad. Speaking of which, back to normal pixy size for spying.
So I’m here at a secluded lake, where my source assures me, I’ll find this new author in her element. The lake is cold and covered in snow, no one around for miles. Small cabin in the woods, right on the lake. Prime spot for a nobody if you ask me. I wonder how she could afford such a place. I can’t seem to find a good vantage point for my spying. Oh. Wait. There. There is a small window looking into the main room. Wow. Nice digs. Large open room, floor to ceiling windows out looking the lake. Leather couch. Fire place. Nice kitchen.
I wonder if there is any meat and chocolate in there. Maybe I can pry open the window and sneak in. Ouch. Damn windows. It’s really nice in here. Oh shit. Here she comes. I hate having to duck into house plants. They are always so dusty! OH…. MY…. GOD… what is she wearing? You’re never going to believe this! This woman, out in the middle of no where, is wearing a humungous, frumpy, poop brown, grumpy old man sweater. And if that wasn’t bad enough, she has on a pair of old flannel boxers and Ugg boots. Is she freaking insane? With a set up like this she should have flocks of hot young men feeding her s’mores or something.
No wonder she hasn’t made it big. She is not living the life style at all. Where is Sin when I need her? This woman is clearly in need of a life intervention. I bet she hasn’t gotten laid in years! I need some rum. Where is my damn flask? This is just too much people, too much I tell you.
Wait, she’s leaving the living room and heading into the back. And oh joy! She left her laptop out in plain view. Let’s get a peak at what the author is writing.
::sounds of pixy wing flutter, soft landing, small squishy, squeaky steps on the leather sofa. Soft chuckle. Chortle. Laughter, the sound of something rolling around on the couch. Hysterical laughter. Loud thump. No sound::
::insert new tape in back up magical recording device, soft whispers::
Readers, beware. While Ms. Lexi does indeed look to be a promising writer if she can finish her novel, you’re never going to believe the dirt I’ve found on her. Perhaps I should consider switching and writing for the Mid Atlantic Inquirer. Ms. Lexi is writing a soft core fan fic. But not just any fan fic, she is writing a fan fic for Stargate! Stargate! Thank god she isn’t on the RWR. I think they would skin her alive and make her walk the plank. No honest to Goddess pirate would write this kind of crap.
“Oh Daniel, you’re sharp mind titillates me in ways you can’t imagine. I want you to talk ancient to me. I need you…”
::more snickers::
I won’t bore you with the lame sex details. They aren’t even worth mentioning.
::loud thump, soft moaning::
Well well, what do we have? If I can sneak down the hall way, maybe I can get a peek at the writer in something else scandalous. Dark hall. Small rooms, oh wait. There. There’s a soft light coming from that room. If I can peak in the door…
::louder moans::
What the hell is she doing in there?
::soft door creak. Louder moaning, sounds of sheets rustling, slight flitter of pixy wings. Louder moans. Soft snicker and very fluttered wings. Door creak. Sniggering. Fast fluttering. Rush of wind and leaves. Hysterical laughing::
Ok readers, this is the biggest scandal since we found out about the breaking Stargate fan fic. It really is a wonder this woman is still alive. If I had to live her life I’d walk off the plank myself. This woman, I’m even sure I can call her that. This woman was …. Are you ready for it….. she was humping her blanket. I could just see the images of Michael Shanks in her head as she was riding those blankets like nothing else mattered. And what makes it worse, she was still in the damn old man sweater. How can a self respecting woman do that to herself in an OLD MAN SWEATER? I can’t wait to get the opportunity to actually interview this woman. What a mess. I tell you, writers are funny people. No wonder Nika stays in seclusion. I hope she doesn’t hump blankets in old man sweaters.
::stops tape and magically transports to small lantern home on the RWR in Sin’s quarters::
“Sin!! Sin!! Open up! Wench, get in here and open up!”
“What the hell are you yammering about in there Sita?”
“Let me out. I have to tell you about what happened.”
“What kind of trouble did you get into now? I’m not bailing you out or buying your soul back. No amount of rum is worth the trouble you get me into.”
“No trouble. I swear! Just the best scoop I’ve ever gotten in my life.”
“Scoop for what? You’re not still trying to submit stories to Booty magazine are you? You know they only let you write because they wanted the exclusive with Nika and she would only let you do it. They don’t want your stories. You’re too wild for them.”
“They will want this scoop. I’ve got a whole new series of stories. It’s going to be all Steve Irwin up close and personals and about writers in their elements. My first study was Alessandra Lexi. I don’t know if you’ve heard of her, but you won’t forget her when I’m done playing you this tape…”
::rewinds, pushes play…::
So what have you today, pirates and wenches! What kind of wild expose could you see written about you? Ever wonder what people would think about your alter ego as a writer? (Though, that’s a question for us who stay in seclusion of our writing.) How do you envision your first interview to happen?
November 11th, 2009 at 12:39 am
I don’t see anything wrong with the old man sweater, though the Uggs have to go. Considering how I’m dressed now, I hardly look like a romance writer. Mutts pjs that are about as seductive as Winnie the Pooh panties. Honestly. Do you know how uncomfortable is it to write in spaghetti strap nighties? The cotton pjs are more comfortable.
Besides if anyone had half a brain, if you’re prolific enough to be publishing that much sex and romance, it’s clear you’re not actually getting that much sex and romance. Oh, enough to keep writing, you betcha, but if any romance writer was having as much sex as non-writers assume they must be having, they would have to be writing in their sleep. There’s not enough time.
*thoughtful pause* Although I’m willing to test that theory…if I was having scads and scads of sex if I would be a more prolific writer.
Anyone who has spoken more than 5 sentences to me is almost always flabbergasted I write “romance.” “YOU? But you’re so cynical. You laughed at my Valentine.” It’s not how I look; it’s what I say that gets me in trouble.
I envision my first interview going down in flames. Which will be apt, if the Adam and Eve book publishes…all that sacrilege, going down in flames would be fitting.
November 11th, 2009 at 1:36 am
Well, you have you chance to test that theory. That’s a theory I’d willing to test myself. Also, that makes me wonder if I were having scads and scads of sex, could I think up more interesting sex scenes to write about or would my imagination dry up?
My first interview will be really really bad.
“So, Nika, tell me a little bit about yourself.”
Giving the look from behind sunglasses, “I’m a writer.”
“Okay.” Odd look. “How about what got you into writing?”
“I wanted to kill people.”
Can you imagine the look that would invoke?
November 11th, 2009 at 1:39 am
Mutt PJs are hot as long as it’s paired with a low cut tank and no bra. Then it is not noticed what’s on the bottom. I prefer the hoodie effect. Frumpy, unless not wearing bottoms.
November 11th, 2009 at 1:40 am
And I’m not flabbergasted you write romance. You’re full of love and romance. *snorting*
*ducking*
Hey! I said not to throw things at my head!
November 11th, 2009 at 1:43 am
And last but not least, I shake my head at the thought of anyone over the age of 8 wearing Winnie the Pooh undies. And unfortunately, GPS and I know someone who would.
November 11th, 2009 at 1:45 am
And I forgot to add, Hells, not you and the damned old man sweater. I swear. You wenches… *mumbling*
November 11th, 2009 at 2:54 am
I’d like ta say I gots no secrets ta expose. I’m pretty much out there as a writin’ pirate… So, it be hard ta imagine what scandal I could evoke…
Mayhaps I once be a Catholic schoolgirl who sang in the folk group on Sunday? In a uniform?
Though most people I tell ’bout me marryin’ me high school sweetheart, and he be me one and only bed partner find that quite scandalous!
Let me sleep on it, mayhaps I come up wit’ a better one!
I could invent somethin’ …
November 11th, 2009 at 7:46 am
I love your pixie messenger Sin. An amazing creation.
Science Labs can be a bit stuffy so hard to find much to expose, except photographic plates.
Photography sparks a memory though. There was the case of the unclaimed panties.The cleaners recovered a pair of panties and a gentleman’s tie from the floor of the photographic darkroom. These have never been claimed.
When the lights are out in a dark room the photon count is close to zero, so the only way to navigate is by touch. I can only guess that a couple become lost in there while processing data! Perhaps your magical pixie could throw some light on it
Hellie, you laughed at a Valentine?!
Have you no shame girl?!. Your admirer might have been heartbroken!
November 11th, 2009 at 9:24 am
Expose huh? I don’t know if it’s exactly an expose but…. Most people know I write and read a lot. I’m a notorious book hoarder and if the topic of literature is brought up in my general vicinity, I’m in the middle of the conversation.
I think most people know I write, but I don’t know if they know exactly what I write. I don’t think the sex would be too shocking, but the darker stuff, that might surprise them.
PS, what’s the matter with Ugg boots? They’re super comfy….
November 11th, 2009 at 10:21 am
OMG! PoopSweater & Blanket! I’m laughing so hard my stomach hurts!
And…
In my case it would’t be an interview … it would be an INTERVENTION!
November 11th, 2009 at 10:39 am
Where would my first interview to happen? In a police station? CSI crime lab? FBI safe house? Yah I can see it now…
“Okay Lady whats up with the dot-dot-dots? Its an encrypted message isn’t it? We found your cereal box … So don’t try to hide what your up to! What aaaarrreee you up to btw?”
“Nuthin’… ”
Honestly. It would be a very boring interview, since I lead a very boring life.
November 11th, 2009 at 10:53 am
I AM NOT a creation of Sin’s. She is my creation. Pixies came before Pirates.. and if they didn’t, they should have. And I have to agree, Uggs are about the ugliest thing, but they are one of the reasons I enjoy being real human size.. I wish they had pixy sized Uggs. .
and ok.. so it wasn’t quite an expose, but hey, I’m working on my journalism skills and one of these days I’ll be up there. Maybe I’ll even be able to write for the Daily Planet like my hero Louis Lane… I mean.. come on.. Superman is quite a catch… hubba hubba…
November 11th, 2009 at 11:11 am
That blog post gave me the same feeling I get when I watch the show New Adventures of Old Christine – - that “I can’t believe she did that or went there” feeling, but it’s hilarious all the same! LOL It does get the point across though.
A writer does lie. Way, over the top lies: Yes, I’ve time traveled and talked to ghosts. Duh! Or, a little more down to earth, yes, I’ve been to all kinds of exotic locations and rescued little kids from burning buildings and jumped out of airplanes. Happens all the time! And then there’s sex. Sure! Always. Wildly inspiring and it lasts forever. LOL
Some lies take a little more embelishing than others.
November 11th, 2009 at 11:21 am
I have too many important things to do for the sex to last forever. I need it to be efficient and satisfying.. nothing over 30 minutes… my time is precious.. and I don’t save small children from burning buildings, puppies, but no kids. They try to follow me around and pull my wings off or wish themselves to Nevernever land. I hate to break it to them, but the only thing left in Nevernever land is the damn crock and his tick tock clock…
Maybe I should take Sin’s pjs and feed them to the crock. He might like a Sin flavored snack. I haven’t visited him in a while.
November 11th, 2009 at 11:32 am
Q, I don’t get valentines. The valentine was for someone else. I just laughed hysterically when I read it because it was nauseatingly Hallmark.
November 11th, 2009 at 11:34 am
I don’t have an old man sweater. I’m worse. As you know since I kept flashing you last night in my low-cut tank. I have those hot pink POTC pj bottoms that are stained with god knows what and have a hole in my butt…and I swear to God I won’t part with them because you can’t find any more POTC pj bottoms…
Could be worse. I’m usually roaming around in undies and a tank, curled up under my ratty blanket and watching Twilight.
November 11th, 2009 at 11:36 am
I heart ratty blankets, undies and a wife beater. There is nothing better, now as for watching Twilight, I can only handle that movie so much. Mostly I flop in my leather chair, let my mini weenie curl up in my lap and watch me some Bones… hubba hubba David Boreanaz. And Hellie… I heart you… you are some sexy momma.
November 11th, 2009 at 11:38 am
I assure you. The Grand Pixy Sita is a real person. Perfectly charming, in that sailor mouth sort of way.
November 11th, 2009 at 11:38 am
GPS, you only heart me for my hair.
November 11th, 2009 at 11:46 am
Not true! I mean.. your hair is hot and it makes me want to run around and hump you like a horny dog, but you also make yummy food and midnight margaritas… plus you let me be a lump on your couch… and you help me keep Sin in line.
November 11th, 2009 at 11:48 am
You two are so fcked up.
November 11th, 2009 at 11:49 am
Good mornin’ y’all. I can assure you that GPS is not a figment of my imagination, though, Q, that would be pretty kick ass on my part to think up someone as awesome as GPS.
November 11th, 2009 at 11:49 am
A sailor mouth way? Love it.
November 11th, 2009 at 11:50 am
And this is me multi-tasking. I can type and use both hands to flip you off. No one keeps me in line. *grin*
November 11th, 2009 at 11:51 am
Q, I’m loving that story. Though I have the feeling it’s not really a made up story.
November 11th, 2009 at 11:51 am
::Bites Sin:: Uh huh. Someone has to wrangle you. I’m your rodeo clown to your bull. You are stubborn and full of horns.
November 11th, 2009 at 11:52 am
*laughing hysterically* If you aren’t careful I’m going to lock you back up in the lantern, you wild crazy btch.
November 11th, 2009 at 11:53 am
You can’t keep me locked in the lantern. I’ll just use my pixy magic and teleport out. Now.. I’ll probably end up in India or something like that, but I can do it.
November 11th, 2009 at 11:54 am
And I did get flashed by the DPH last night while trying to fix her computer. Maybe that’s why I couldn’t get it fixed. It short circuited.
November 11th, 2009 at 11:55 am
You aren’t careful you’ll end up in the spice trade. I hear ground up pixy is hot on the market these days.
November 11th, 2009 at 11:55 am
You are some tech support. How long have you been trying to get that computer fixed? Maybe we just need to put DPH in a lantern and keep her away from technology.
November 11th, 2009 at 12:05 pm
What a day to roll out of teh hammock late. Uhm…I….yeah.
I have no idea how my first interview would go. It will probably be very boring and the interviewer will need to spend lots of time cutting down my answers to edit out the rambling.
No secrets I can think of. Other than being a pirate, I guess. Though being a writer and not being all that well read in literature is probably thought of as a bad thing.
November 11th, 2009 at 12:07 pm
You ramble?
November 11th, 2009 at 12:16 pm
I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts a deedly dee.. a’ just a standing in the road.. big ones.. small ones.. some as big as your head. Oh wait. And once upon a time by a lake in the woods… there was a girl from another planet.. and oh look. a rabbit in winnie the poo undies
November 11th, 2009 at 12:18 pm
I suck. I can’t even get the DPH’s laptop working. Woe is me.
November 11th, 2009 at 12:19 pm
Keep me away from technology and general appliances. I nearly set the apartment on fire last night trying to cook fish sticks. Mind you it wasn’t the fish sticks burning, but something in the bottom of my oven I never figured out…but Sin was like, “Why is every window in your house open? You don’t like the outside. God, what’s that smell?”
No more fish sticks for me.
Sin, don’t lie. It takes two people to keep on top of you. It says so in most public bathrooms around here.
November 11th, 2009 at 12:20 pm
GPS I know you ramble, you nitwit.
November 11th, 2009 at 12:21 pm
::falls out of her lantern laughing hysterically:: Yeah it does take two people.. or more… and on top of her.. hahahaha. she likes to be dominated… hehe.. Oh man.. the stories I could share.. oh wait.. I think I wrote most of them that are on the bathroom walls…
And DPH.. why on earth would you be eating fish sticks to begin with you. You’re better off eating bologna
November 11th, 2009 at 12:22 pm
That’s only because GPS scratched out here name and wrote mine in instead.
November 11th, 2009 at 12:23 pm
Her. I meant her.
November 11th, 2009 at 12:24 pm
Oh god, I need duct tape and a shamwow stat. GPS must be stopped.
November 11th, 2009 at 12:27 pm
Who all have I missed commenting to this morning?
November 11th, 2009 at 12:28 pm
Jules, I have your emails dear.
November 11th, 2009 at 12:29 pm
Marn, I can totally see you rocking the UGGs and a cute sweater dress with some cable knit tights. All snow bunny esque.
November 11th, 2009 at 12:32 pm
Melissa, I’ve never seen the show, but if Hells, GPS and I were filmed for a TV show I think we’d get cancelled before we made it to air. lol
November 11th, 2009 at 12:34 pm
My child wants those Ugg boots and I won’t buy them. Supposedly, she’s getting them for Christmas from the other side of the family. More power to ‘em.
Sin – That’s my secret. I ramble. But only while talking. While writing, it’s like the Sahara. Nothing for miles.
November 11th, 2009 at 12:34 pm
Melissa, I prefer to call writer’s lies, white lies. We really mean no harm with our playing make believe.
November 11th, 2009 at 12:35 pm
LOL!
I think snow bunnys aren’t as pale as me.
But I love me some comfy stuff.
November 11th, 2009 at 12:35 pm
I’m rather long winded when I write as well. I only ramble when extreme nerves are present. Or awkward situations.
November 11th, 2009 at 12:36 pm
I glow in the dark, Marn. lol
November 11th, 2009 at 12:39 pm
Man does she glow in the dark.. she like a piece of radio active space junk.. bright enough to see light years away…
I think I might need to go into witness protection after today…
and Blast you and your Shamwows. They are my kryptonite. I’m melting…. meeeellllting.. I tell you
November 11th, 2009 at 12:42 pm
hehehe. Just remember, GPS, though I may glow in the dark when I am cloaked with the shamwow you’ll never see me coming. *evil nefarious laughter*
November 11th, 2009 at 12:44 pm
Don’t make me pix you with my itchy pixy dust. You evil vixen you stay away from me.
November 11th, 2009 at 12:48 pm
*cloaked in a shamwow*
*sneaking*
*stalking*
hehehe, right out the door. You’ll never find me now! hahaha
November 11th, 2009 at 12:52 pm
I think there’s a little something extra in the drinks today.
November 11th, 2009 at 12:53 pm
Speaking of emails I just got the strangest call.
November 11th, 2009 at 12:55 pm
I think there’s a little something extra in the drinks today too.
November 11th, 2009 at 12:55 pm
Melissa, I prefer to call writer’s lies, white lies. We really mean no harm with our playing make believe.
That’s called the fun part! And there’s a lot of fun going on here today…or that something extra in the drinks.
November 11th, 2009 at 1:02 pm
I found that wc mocha with a shot of peppermint is followed well with a shot of rum and a red bull
Keeps the pixy dust alive and sparkling (that and work is really slow)
November 11th, 2009 at 1:05 pm
Ah, the joys of make believe. I always start out with what seems like a “fun” idea, plot wise. Like now, play a little make believe with blackmail. Like what’s not fun about blackmail, right? My low tech mind initially thinks of it as an ordinary manilla folder in the bad guy’s office. Then the more I think about it, the more I think, no, he wouldn’t keep it there and it’s gotta be high tech. Like on a flash drive…a fingerprint flash drive or embedded in one of those spy pens. Maybe she’s got to get the pen off the bad guy’s body, with the ghost hero watching…hmmm, WHY is this story taking a voyeuristic turn? I’m blaming the GPS.
November 11th, 2009 at 1:07 pm
Actually, it’s not blaming but crediting. Thanks!
November 11th, 2009 at 1:09 pm
Wow, Melissa, that was on interesting journey. Here, have another drink.
November 11th, 2009 at 1:11 pm
I think I will. LOL
November 11th, 2009 at 1:16 pm
Mellisa … sometimes the best hitech plot lines are really low tech. Like writing some super secret covert ops stuff on the back of a cereal box. I mean really Who’d think to look there?
November 11th, 2009 at 1:21 pm
Think of it as Double-Cheeri=O-Seven spy stuff.
November 11th, 2009 at 1:21 pm
Julie, that would be cool! You’re right. Hide it in plain sight. And I don’t really WANT to go high tech, I just don’t want it to be stupid obvious or easy. I hate high tech. And I hate it when my characters have to be smarter than I am. LOL
November 11th, 2009 at 1:24 pm
I have moved form Pixy to Muse… I think I need a toga now. Yay for Melissa. And I prefer wheaties, if I’m going to use a cereal box.. I mean.. everyone needs their wheaties to get a good start to the day.. and you always need a voyuer ghost.. they always have the best dirt to help you out of a situation because they can go places you can’t go.
Altho.. the ghosts that follow me don’t always have useful information. In fact, I think a ghost tip is what lead me to spy on Ms Lexi and get the dirt on her. I still can’t believe she was writing sci fi fan fics.
November 11th, 2009 at 1:25 pm
I say use Rice Krispees. Then the answers could be morris code in the snap, crackle, and pop.
November 11th, 2009 at 1:34 pm
Okay, if we’re getting tecnical here IT was really a box of Kashi 7 Whole Grain Puffs.
November 11th, 2009 at 1:38 pm
morris code in the snap, crackle, and pop sounds cool!I’ll have to remember that. And then there’s every day stuff like … your Daily Horoscope. I bet that you could send messages that way too!
November 11th, 2009 at 1:39 pm
Fortune cookies!
November 11th, 2009 at 1:47 pm
LOL! You can’t beat Rice Krispees. I can see it now. They’re sitting at breakfast…dead silence and everyone is thinking, thinking…Snap, crackle and pop…
[ben figures it out] “Damn that high tech bastard. He encrypted the files.”
“In Rice Krispees?”
[looks at her like she's an idiot] “No, in the (?).”
You know, as silly as it sounds, it might just be the funny thing that gives them an idea.
Something smart is just outside my reach…
November 11th, 2009 at 1:48 pm
I see in your future a tall dark and handsome man, but beware of his unscrupulous morals. Situations are looking a bit rainy, so take an umbrella to the corner of 5th street where you will find your pot of gold.
November 11th, 2009 at 1:49 pm
And speaking of Rice Krispies, if you guys don’t know who Bo Burnham is, youtube his video on rehab for fictional characters, it’s worth the time and effort. I promise.
November 11th, 2009 at 1:50 pm
I’m serious! I’ve got a character who could have a serious “blonde moment” here…LOL Okay, I have some work to do…
November 11th, 2009 at 1:52 pm
Eww I’m getting into this! How about a recipe box with a special recipe or two that has a bit more meaning to it than first meets the eye? But your character doesn’t realize that untill they try to make the dish? Or you could have a character dog sitting for a nieghbor who had to leave town suddenly. And the instructions for the pet’s care lead the character to the strangest places/situations. Or character could find a Fantasy Football teem roster that doesn’t make sense … at first glance? Look around you, and let you mind wander.
November 11th, 2009 at 1:57 pm
I love that this turned into a plotting session. LOL! Especially since Hellie is also helping me plot my own story on email. It’s like once you get the brain going in the right direction, the answers start to show up and take shape.
Or your cereal starts talking to you. Same difference. Loving the umbrella bit.
November 11th, 2009 at 2:00 pm
Yes I know SIN. I give you a Headache.
I’ll just sit over here and make like a writer.
Yep, that’s right…
I’m Plotting! LOL! Just joking… I swear!
November 11th, 2009 at 2:11 pm
You think it’s bad for the cereal to talk. you should ask Sin about what happens when the furniture starts talking to you. That was one of our weirder nights… and I think I’d like to have a character who find a magic decoder ring in a box of fruity pebbles that magically transports them through time, but you can only change one small thing with each trip.
November 11th, 2009 at 2:12 pm
Yes, I love Julie’s ideas! So subtle!
Only thing is it’s not quite a “global NCIS type” of issue or a secret message. The bad guy, who the hero didn’t know was a bad guy, was actually keeping the blackmail info for the hero. It’s dirt on the hero’s father-in-law the Senator, btw. Then the hero “died” and he knows the bad guy, his former friend, has this info. But I’m thinking the hero wouldn’t have gone to any “secret message” length to hide the info and the bad guy thinks the hero is dead so why would he either? So if you’re not totally confused, it’s more hidden to stay hidden. But not destroyed because the bad guy thinks he’d use it for his own agenda.
Whew…but now I want to make it more…gee thanks. LOL
November 11th, 2009 at 2:13 pm
Yeah, sorry for the headaches!
November 11th, 2009 at 2:23 pm
I want to be Garcia on Criminal Minds and be the person everyone calls for all the info ever
November 11th, 2009 at 2:25 pm
I love this kind of “give me a headache” thinking.
Could the blackmail info be something like:
A signiture on a football or baseball with a date on it that really leads to …. what?
A question like “How could you have been there on that date when you said you were some where else?”
Or how about a photograph that has something danming in the background? Something hidden by the frame?
November 11th, 2009 at 2:31 pm
Or Abby on NCIS…Criminal Minds gets way too gross for me. But I still watch it!
Julie, you know you are a lot deeper than I. Now I have more thought to give for WHAT the info is than HOW it was hidden. LOL But great ideas. Thanks.
November 11th, 2009 at 3:17 pm
Oh, oh. I killed the blog. You know, about that horoscope and going to to the corner of 5th…I live on the corner of 4th so I figured it wouldn’t be a a long walk to try…nothing, I tell you. Nothing except the nursing home!
November 11th, 2009 at 3:27 pm
Now who’s being sneaky subtle?
Killed the blog … 4th street …nursing home?
Thats a Code right?
Lets see … the next part is pot of gold. Add it all up and it means … I’m supposed to bring the pot roast to grandma’s house tonight? LOL
November 11th, 2009 at 3:41 pm
Yeah, that’s it. Sorry, I’m not that smart. And it’s 100% true that the nursing home is on 5th. LOL Sometimes a cake is just a cake. I think that’s Freud, but I got it off of Star Trek.
November 11th, 2009 at 4:13 pm
star trekking across the universe on the starship enterprise under capt kirk.. star trekking across the universe… oh sorry. actually we are all meeting at Stephanie’s mom’s house for pot roast with grandma mazur because I’m sure she has the secret code… and it looks like I’m good with horoscopes… maybe I should change my life’s calling from pixy slut to pixy psychic
November 11th, 2009 at 4:58 pm
If Lassie had all these tricks, it would have been much easier to say Timmy is in the well.
I could go to 5th street here. That’s the beach. LOL! But, we’re having a Nor’easter and it’s raining and cold and windy. So I’m hiding at home instead.
Getting close to 12K words. Goal is to hit 15K or better by the time I go to bed. Back to work. (And no, there is no code in all those numbers. This cake is just a cake.)
(Damn, now I want cake.)
November 11th, 2009 at 5:01 pm
hmm.. I make good chocolate cake with icing. I’m working toward my next 1.5k words. I’m trying to go in small chunks.
November 11th, 2009 at 5:02 pm
Crumbs! And I thought this was to be a serious discussion of pixie abilities!
Sin, you could be a star at writing for children….Seriously. I for one would lap it up!
Hellie said: Q, I don’t get valentines. The valentine was for someone else. I just laughed hysterically when I read it because it was nauseatingly Hallmark.
Sorry Cap’n I must have mis-read your words. Its sad that you didn’t receive a valentine. I sometimes wonder about American men!
Did someone say there are extra drinks today? So what’s new. *grin*
Plotting with breakfast cereal ?!
I prefer tea leaves.
If only it were that easy. :smt031
November 11th, 2009 at 5:22 pm
Pixies never reveal their secrets. If you knew how things really worked then you wouldn’t believe in us any more. And the world is a much better place with us.. or at least more entertaining. We make good drinks and take lots of good pictures and can sneak into places and find out all kinds of juicy info.
November 11th, 2009 at 5:31 pm
If I were a writer they would say I’m the dullest person they ever met. Do I have to get rid of my days of the week panties and my granny panties ?
November 11th, 2009 at 5:40 pm
No.. I would just wear something over your days of week granny panties to the interview
November 11th, 2009 at 6:14 pm
(And no, there is no code in all those numbers. This cake is just a cake.)?
No Terri! “Cake” is A Clue. Except that they changed it to Steak. Ask SIN … she has my code book & maybe she’ll tell you where to go (no pun intended) and read it.
November 11th, 2009 at 6:25 pm
I’m so glad today didn’t explode the ship.
Ter, I have a secret diary that houses all of Jules codes. It’s top top notch secret. You have to wear the shamwow and steal pixy dust to get to it and then you have to remember the first time you played Mystery Date and have the magic password.
November 11th, 2009 at 6:34 pm
I’m so glad today didn’t explode the ship too. Of course I wasn’t worried about it anyway… I have KEVLAR undies on!
November 11th, 2009 at 6:56 pm
…I prefer to call writer’s lies, white lies. We really mean no harm with our playing make believe.
What kind a’ pirate are ya!? Speak fer yerself!
I plan on takin’ over the world! Bwah ha ha!
November 11th, 2009 at 7:03 pm
Damn, I missed some massive trippin’ taday! What the hell did GPS sneak inta the rum? She jus’ shake her tail o’er it?
So, Sin…ya gets ta threaten ta grind ‘er inta pixie spice and sell ‘er and I can’t follwer ‘er about with a tiny broom? Life ain’t fair!
November 11th, 2009 at 7:43 pm
I am so confused. I just got the weirdest email from Julie and it’s like a freaking scavenger hunt. I can’t decode it!!!
I only wish I was kidding, but I’m not.
November 11th, 2009 at 8:00 pm
Didn’t she mention earlier ’bout some cryptic e-mail she got? She passin’ the maddness on?
November 11th, 2009 at 8:27 pm
Bo’sun…
Hey, over here.
I did it. 79,369 words. Done.
November 11th, 2009 at 8:28 pm
Well, except for about a bazillion hours of editing to do…
November 11th, 2009 at 8:54 pm
HUZZAH!!!
I’m sitting at 17 words short of 12K. But I hit a snag and it’s all Hellie’s fault. *crosses arms*
Probably won’t hit my goal of 15K tonight, but will keep going (during CMA award show) and see how far I get.
November 11th, 2009 at 8:57 pm
No I’m not mad, not even slightly miffed. I’ve accepted the way thins are A Long time ago.
November 11th, 2009 at 8:58 pm
Heyyy … you Were talking about ANGRY mad, right?
November 11th, 2009 at 8:59 pm
Make that way thinGs.
November 11th, 2009 at 9:42 pm
Julie – This sounds ominous… I were talkin’ crazy mad. But if’n ya need ta go wit’ angry mad, go wit’ it!
I’ll go stuff some twinkies fer ya…
November 11th, 2009 at 9:53 pm
Nope. I’m not mad at all. I’ve just had an interesting month or two or …WTH? All of my months seem to be interesting. Thats just the way things are I guess.
And stuffed Twinkies? Gor’ but Yor a SweetHeart, Chanch!
November 11th, 2009 at 9:57 pm
Ahhh! Life be full a’ those WTH things… I jus’ bought a new bucket a’ mini chocolate chips…they fit best inta the twinkie hole… Then we set it afire!
Damn. Made meself hungry!
November 11th, 2009 at 11:37 pm
I was in a shop on Sunday that actually had real chocolate covered Twinkees. That doesn’t even sound good!
And I’ve been wanting cake all night thanks to you people. Good thing it was too wet and ugly for me to make a run to the store.