Gay Marriage is becoming more and more of a ‘thing’. According to some nutjobs, this means we will be able to marry animals and perhaps inanimate objects.
Personally, I would not mind marrying cheese. Mmmm. Soft, supple Brie; dangerously sharp cheddar.
And my books of course. And the cats.
What would you marry?
Once upon a time, long ago and far away, I wrote several Harlequin romance novels. How did I get into it? Like a lot of people, I had graduated from university and couldn’t find work in my field, librarianship. During school I’d heard about librarians being needed so I studied that, but had the misfortune to graduate the year after they (mostly, government and public libraries) had hired all the librarians they could afford. I worked in a bookstore for a couple of years, but it didn’t pay well and I had ambitions beyond that. So I thought I’d try writing Harlequins. They had an established structure, and you had to keep within certain parameters as regards the plot, which struck me as good training for a new and indecisive writer. We got to the point where my husband was making enough money that I could quit work and we wouldn’t have to eat cat food. I gave myself 5 years to produce a publishable novel. It took 3. Continue reading
I was flipping through the channels late the other night when I came across Mo’ Better Blues and was instantly taken back to college. I was raised on jazz so Denzel plus Spike Lee plus music composed by Bill Lee played by the Branford Marsalis Quartet featuring Terrence Blanchard was an intoxicating mix. Yes, I was a hep cat, man. Continue reading
This is going to be heated, I can tell. It will be a battle of generations (anyone anti-John Hughes will lose). Continue reading
It’s Monday and you ate and drank your way through the weekend (again). Continue reading
Today’s question is: do you have any questions for this experienced home-gardener? Continue reading
I don’t know about y’all, but I lived for summer vacation when I was a wee rhino living in northern and central NY. I had endless options; fishing, swimming, exploring the forests, reading under a tree, the possibilities seemed as endless as the summer. Today’s QOTD:
How did you while away your summers as a kid?
As soon as I finished my chicken coop duties, I threw a pair of shorts on over my bathing suit, strapped a fishing pole to my back, grabbed some sandwiches, and took off on my bicycle. I had to be home by dusk. At night I caught fireflies or played Ghost In The Graveyard and Kick the Can until I got called in or couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore, whichever came first.
(photo: Flickr)
You need dinner and the only things in the refrigerator are a jar of pickles the neighbor made, a range of completely inoffensive condiments, and something that might have been protein once and now can only be described as chickenporkfish. Today’s QOTD:
What is your emergency supper plan?
Do you go out? Order in? Cook the three-year-old box of Rice-a-Roni in the back of the pantry?
Just drink?
The sense of smell is underrated; we take it for granted. Scents can arouse or repulse, trigger memories, or make our stomach rumble. We probably react more in a wholly unconscious way to a smell than we do to things we hear, see, feel, or taste. Today’s QOTD:
What scent causes a strong reaction in you? Continue reading
Way to go, jerk. You’ve killed 369 people in a freak blowtorch incident (sure, you say accident, but you also say Crocs are acceptable footwear, which has lost you all credibility), and now you’re on death row. One perk, though–you do get that delightful last meal. Yes, I suppose you could choose it yourself and have your mom’s fried chicken or this fantastic truffle with truffle sauce, drizzled with truffle oil, that you once had at Eau de Truffle, but in Crasstalk Maximum Security Prison, the rules dictate that you have to rely on the wisdom, taste, and skill of your favorite chef–whose food you may or may not have actually tasted–to make the menu for you.
And so, for today’s Question of the Day: Which chef, celebrity or otherwise, would you entrust with your last meal? Continue reading