Talk About It Tuesday – Beached Dolphins & a Burger Thief

Welcome to another edition of Talk About It Tuesday.  This segment starts of a bit more serious than prior weeks.

Dolphins are said to be some of the smartest, social mammals in the world.  They are similar to humans in that they are social creatures and are known to have sex for pleasure rather than for reproduction alone. Learn more about dolphins and marine wildlife at www.vettechschools.org.

In Cape Cod, over a hundred dolphins have stranded themselves on the beach.  They were checked out for any health related issues.  After determining the dolphins were in good health, they were tagged and sent back out to the ocean.

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As a dolphin (and all around nature/animal/mammal) lover, “dolphin strandings” fascinate me.  It is interesting because Dolphins are smart – which I already stated.  They communicate, use tools, have sex for pleasure, get into fights with other dolphins and travel in social groups.

Back to the stranding of the dolphins.  So it’s not one or six, or even twelve dolphins.  129 dolphins have stranded themselves in the last three weeks.  92 of these dolphins died.  More dolphins keep coming.  And no one knows why.

Me being me (without a degree in science), I think the worst.  I have read about animals fleeing a region or area shortly before a natural disaster hits. Check out this Discovery article.  Don’t get me wrong. It’s not like two flamingos are chilling down in Miami and then suddenly:

Fred Flamingo: “Ya feel that?”

Frank Flamingo: “Sure did, Fred.  Storm’s coming.”

Fred Flamingo: “Yeah, I felt it two hours ago.  Got my stuff packed and ready to go.”

Frank Flamingo: “Same here.  Last time I got stuck in migration traffic. Damn near had one of my legs ripped off.”

Or maybe it does go that way. Sometimes I think that animals have mental telepathy and actually do communicate with their minds. Like when my cats sit and stare at each other from across the room.

Ooookk… I’ve said too much.

Back to the dolphins.  The amount of beached dolphins in recent weeks is alarming and I feel like it is the beginning of a super creepy movie.  You know, kind of like The Happening when all the birds dropped dead?  Yes, that story is absolute fiction

Do you have any theories on the beaching of the dolphins?

In quirkier news, James B. Summers walked into a Madison, WI Denny’s and straight into the manager’s office.  James told the manager that he was now in charge.  James then cooked himself a cheeseburger (and fries) and ate almost all of it.  Authorities came to arrest the “Burger-ler”  and as he was about to be led out he shouted “This is why you don’t dine and dash kiddies,” to the perplexed patrons.

Ah, just another addition to my “reasons I don’t eat fast food” list.  Have you ever encountered a looney character in a public place?

Thanks for joining me for this segment of Talk About It Tuesday! 😀

Moving Row (80) Along

Ah, the sweet smell, feel and look of the magnificent ROW80 badge!  Alright, enough with the corniness.  Seriously, Darlene.

This week has been an absolute roller coaster ride (for lack of a better cliché).  I made it to an AA meeting Friday night which was awesome.  I have been keeping up with my scheduled blog posts. How I ever managed to hold a blog together without the Scheduler, I will never know. I went on my buddy Timm’s radio show last Sunday night and had a total blast.  It was the fastest four hours of my life, no kidding.

Work (day job) is as stressful as a cat in a yarn factory – sensory overload! The office is on high intensity being the middle of tax season.  Tempers are short and the new gal is upset a lot.

To help her out I tell her some ridiculous story from my past. It works!  I have actually thought about writing a memoir of the crazy crap I have endured.  When I tell the stories people crack up.  I would hope a similar sentiment could be conveyed with my written word.  I mean, sure I am no, well, memoir writer.  I like to think I’d do okay.

On with the week’s mission:

  • Edit fifteen pages a day on WIP. I started this and feel this is a pace I can keep.
  • Write my 750 words a day. I missed three days this month so far. Bad!
  • Keep up with Triberr.  There are a few bugs in the program, but it is coming along.
  • Read/comment blogs.  I am doing about twenty – thirty a day.  This is still way too much. I need to cut back.
  • Continue to schedule blog posts for three weekly segments.
  • Write up a new budget.
  • Walk at least twenty minutes a day.

So there you have it folks.. you can all exhale now.  Man, what a suspenseful list, eh? Hope you are all doing well on your ROW80 goals. 😀  Feel free to let me know what’s up with you guys and be sure to post to the linky tool found at the Linky Tools Thingy.  Happy Rowing and enjoy your Sunday.

Flash Fiction Friday – Reflection

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“I saw you in the window today, you looked good,” Reflection said.
“Really?  I thought I looked like hell myself.”
“Oh, come on, you’re being too hard on yourself,” Reflection said.
“I speak the truth.  I am ugly and I am stupid.  There is no getting around it.  I mean, why else would Daddy leave?” I said.
“Daddy left because he is a loser.  Daddy doesn’t know his ass from a hole in the ground.  He’s a freaking crackhead,” Reflection was starting to piss me off.
“True.  But still.  All my friends have their dads and they are all pretty.”
“You really need to stop this.  You’re being ridiculous. Do you talk like this to other people?  Like, do you tell other people they are ugly or stupid or lazy?” Reflection had a point.
“No.  I am nice to everyone but me.  I laugh at everyone’s jokes.  I tell other people how great they are or how pretty they look.  Sometimes people say nice things to me.”
“I know.  And what do you say?” Reflection was getting angry.
“I brush it off.  I deflect it.  I make excuses.  I feel like I don’t deserve nice stuff, you know?  I don’t deserve compliments or praise.  I’m so dumb.”
“Stop.  Just stop.  Just for today I want you to tell me one nice thing.  Maybe your eyes. You have very pretty eyes.  They have little green flecks in them. Did you know that?”
“Yes.  I did know that.  My eyes are pretty, aren’t they?”
“Be nice to yourself today.  Just for today,” Reflection said.  What else could I do?  I owed it to Reflection.
I owed it to myself to be as nice to me as I was to everyone else. Reflection showed me how pretty I was, how great my hair looked or my happy eyes and I just tore Reflection down.  Every day I looked at Reflection and said nasty mean things.  I would never talk to anyone else like that. How could I talk to Reflection like that when Reflection was a piece of me?
I think if I am nicer to Reflection, I will be nicer to myself.

Yeah, that sounds like a good start.

Tag! You’re It!

Super Mega Awesome April Denton tagged me over at a blackheart Poetess. Unlike April I have not seen this going around… so I am going to do my gosh dangnabbitest to get this thing right.

Rules:

1. You must post the rules.
2. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post and then create eleven new questions to ask the people you’ve tagged.
3. Tag whomever you like and link to them on your post.
4. Let them know you’ve tagged them!

April’s Questions:

1) True love or all the riches in the world?

At this point in my life, I’ll take riches, thanks.

2) How will you survive the zombie apocalypse?

At Tyler State park holed up with Twinkies and homemade weapons.  I walk in that park and have given this a lot of thought.  I’m serious.

3) If you could be any animal what would you choose, and why?

I would be a red-tail hawk.  They are birds of prey and so freaking bad ass.

4) If you could go back and tell the young you anything, what would you say?

Don’t worry what others think of you.  The choices you make will affect you forever.  Live for you.

5) Roller coaster, spiders, water, or pickles?

Spiders!  *swoon*

6) What is your favorite color?

Orange.

7) If you could spend 1 hour with someone dead (famous or not), who would it be?

Edgar Allen Poe.  He was a fabulous writer and seemed pretty cooky..

8) What is your favorite song?

Oh my God.. what isn’t.. right now?  “Shitty Preachers” by a local band called Citadel.

9) Twilight, Underworld, or Resident Evil?

Gun to my head – – – – Underworld?

10) What is your favorite plant?

I kill any plant (most involuntarily) so I’ll go Spider Plant.  They are impossible to kill.

11) Truth or dare?

Truth.

Now for the Eleven Questions of Doom (moo haa haa)!

1) Of the five senses – which would you sacrifice to keep the other four?

2) What is the first website you check in the morning?

3)  Zombies or Vampires?

4)  Feed the poor or Eat the rich?

5)  Romance Novel or Thriller?

6)  Favorite Band?

7)  Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall?

8)  Is there anyone in your past that, looking back, you never would have dated?

9)  What could you eat over and over.. and over again?

10) Which deadly sin would you most associate yourself with?

11) Car, motorcycle or something else?  If something, else, what?

Now onto my victims!!!  😀

And anyone else that wants to play along, please, feel free to answer the questions and have some fun!  Kinda like a break from the ordinary. 🙂

The Walking Dead Chow Down – Survival

Zombies!Welcome to Thursday’s Walking Dead segment.  I hope everyone is enjoying the show so far. As a writer, I have to say, I am digging the writing on The Walking Dead. It is raw conversation and it helps suck me into the character dynamic.

Last week we talked about morality.  Go check it out if you like.  We will be here when you get back.

This week was all about survival. Two drifters happened into the bar that the guys were holed up in.  They were from Philadelphia aka Philly.  They were jerks (not all of us peeps from Philly are jerks!) It came down to survival.  There comes a time in an apocalypse that being selfish is necessary.  Glenn thinks of himself when a showdown goes down in the saloon as he cowers in another room.  Guess what?  He lives!

During the shootout zombies come into the hoopla (intense!) and one of the drifters winds up on an iron fence with a spike through his leg.

Picture it: some dude tries to steal your guns along with his buddy.  Zombie drama hits and one of the thieves gets injured. Do you:

a) cut his leg off and get him off the fence.

b) leave him to be eaten by flesh-eating zombies.

c) shoot him in the head out of humanity.

d) get him off the fence (while almost being attacked), blindfold him and bring him back to the colony so you can fix him up, give him water and some food and send him out on his merry way.

Well, I would have done (C).  Yeah, heartless, but during a zombie invasion, I think heart is the last thing I need.  Apparently, a lot of these Apocalypse survivors are still in touch with their feeeelings.  Which is why the group chose (D).  This annoyed me (as I am sure it annoyed most viewers).

Which would you choose?  Or would you find another alternative?

It looks like the group may split and go into a civil war of sorts.  I could be wrong.  Shane is trying to get Andrea to see things from his point of view. If that happens, there will be an interesting dynamic!

By the way:  click here to read a great interview with Scott Wilson who plays Hershel Greene.

ROW80 Insanity – It’s Easy!

I haven’t checked in on the ROW80 Jimmy Jaun because I had little to report.  I have been reading and commenting blogs like crazy.  Yeah, a lot of reading/commenting.  I subscribe to a lot of blogs and while I love reading all of the wonderful posts… It is killing me! Seriously.  I am starting to experience BLOG BURNOUT.  So I am going to have to figure out a way to show love to all the blogs I follow without feeling overwhelmed (aka curled in a corner whispering “I tried to comment, I really tried”).  If anyone had any suggestions, I am all ears.

Tomorrow I am taking my WIP out of the bag it is sitting in and going over the first thirty pages. There is no excuse not to.  I said to my BF tonight… I think I am afraid of success. I really do.   I don’t want to turn this ROW80 post into a therapy session, so I will digress.  But.. does anyone else ever feel like that?

Sunday was fun because I was a guest host on my buddy’s internet radio show.  We had a lot of fun! If any of my readers is into heavy metal, you can check the Facebook Page out here.

ROW 80 GOALS

  • TRIBERR.  Really starting to get the hang of it.  Once I figured out how to Approve & Share I felt better.  😀
  • Read/comment blogs.  I actually need to tone it down.  I am on Blog overload!
  • Edit my WIP.  I am going to do at least ten pages tomorrow.  I am hoping for a groove.
  • I am going to start posting to HubPages again.

So that’s it for my ROW80 week.  How are you coming along?  Hop on the ROW80 train and leave your link here!

Talk About It Tuesday – People Are Whacked

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Welcome to another edition of Talk About It Tuesday.  Hope you all had a wonderful Valentine’s Day last week. The weather is getting warmer here on the East Coast.  I’m not sure if that is good or bad, but I am enjoying it.

Last week we talked about an adorable penguin named Roast Beef and a dude who slathered his naked self in chocolate and peanut butter.  As a writer, it is important for me to observe human behavior. I am sure all my writer friends would agree. That’s why I get a kick out of these stories.

Truth really is stranger than fiction.

In Leechburg, Pennsylvania, 23 year-old Timothy Beer was reading the newspaper (people still do that?) and came across an article about a man robbing a Chinese restaurant. After reading about the robbery, he went to the police station and confessed to the crime!  The man claims his other personality committed the crime. It wasn’t me, it was the other me!

Well, I guess you’re free to go then!

So you say you’ve got nothing going on in your life?   Well try this: 6-foot 4, 300 pounds of man walked into a Downingtown, PA Wal-Mart wearing nothing but a pair of socks. The funniest part of the article: The video also shows shoppers avoiding Taylor. Um, I don’t know about you, but if I spot a big naked guy walking around a store, guess what… I am not introducing myself.

In Portland, Oregon, a woman was spotted in the front seat of a car naked and bound with duct tape.  Valentine’s Day is a day for lovers and the like to express their feelings and sentiment.  Nothing says I love you like playing  S & M games in your car (in public).  A stunt like this is also a stark reminder of those we’d like to stay out of the gene pool.  Of course good U.S. citizens reported this to the police.  Of course it was all a misunderstanding.

I am so glad there are so many whackos in the world. It makes it so much more interesting!  Have you read any crazy stories lately?  Enjoy the rest of your week and be sure to drop by Thursday for The Walking Dead Chow Down.

Toodles!

Flash Fiction Friday – Bullet

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Special Bullet

So I sat in a box for the last, oh, I don’t know, seven years?  Just sat there on a shelf with dozens of other boxes on other shelves with the others and I am finally free.
I don’t know who opened the box and put me in the chamber of freedom, but his fingers were fat like crinkled sausages and they smelled like shit. I guess some uprights never wash their hands.
“There you go my pet,” the upright says. “You are such a special little bullet. You were born to do great things.  You are going to change history, my pet.”
The upright talks a lot.
It’s freaking dark in here.  I have waited my entire life to get out of that damn box. I am a special bullet.  I don’t mingle with common bullets.
Seven years I have waited for this.  I don’t know what to expect. I just hear the voice.  I guess the voice thinks I can’t understand, but I can. I hear it talk about me.  It talks about my velocity, my speed and my distance.
It’s weird, you know? I don’t know what any of it means.
I can hear the upright speak as I sit here waiting for my moment of glory. He told me I was going to change history.  I don’t know what that means really…  but it sounds important.
Before the upright put me in here, it held me close to where the voice comes out.  It told me all these things.
“You’re so beautiful,” it says.
“You are the most special bullet ever, little bullet. You are going to make poppa so proud,” the voice cries.
I wanted to concur or validate the voices wishes. But what the hell, I’m just a bullet after all. A special bullet it tells me. But I don’t know what the means.  I don’t even know what my purpose is.
“Oh, special bullet. Be straight and true with your aim, young one.  Guide your soul into the heart of that bastard and save us all,” the voice screams.
The upright put me in something cold and long.  It’s dark in here.
Wait.  I just heard a loud bang and now I am zooming through the air toward another upright.  I don’t understand any of this.
Now I am in something hot, dark and wet. This is so odd.  I was happy in my box with the others.  I don’t feel so special anymore. Where is the voice?
I hear other voices now.  They are making high-pitched noises.  They are screaming, “He’s shot! He’s shot!”
My shell is gone.  I am now a flat piece of metal.
I still don’t feel special.

The Walking Dead Chow Down – Morality

Zombies!
The Walking Dead

Welcome to the second installment of The Walking Dead Chow Down.  For the first installment click right here!

I spent Saturday with my redneck fireplace, oatmeal raisin cookies (with cinnamon chips) and the first season of AMC’s The Walking Dead. It’s amazing how we follow shows or read a book series, and while we remember what got us to the point we’re at, we forget a lot of the back story.

The first episode is a lesson in humanity. Sheriff Deputy Carl wakes  up in a hospital with a gunshot wound and has no idea what is going on. He quickly learns that there’s  no one around but hasn’t got an idea of why. He stumbles around town in his hospital gown until he gets knocked out by a kid.

So here’s the thing – there are living dead people.  And we don’t know.. we don’t know if they are conscious of their pain or there feelings.  In Season One/Episode One (S1/E1), there are a couple of walkers who have feeling in their eyes.  In one shot, Carl finds a house with a father and son.  Carl gets freshened up and gets the skinny on what is going down. A car alarm goes off outside the house and there, at the door, is the boy’s mother.  The father sends the boy away; he knows what he has to do.  He doesn’t like it.  But he knows.

If you haven’t gotten caught up on Season One go here.

So S1E1 got myself and my boyfriend in a conversation.  Could I kill someone who was suffering?  Not just anyone though.  Could I kill him (my BF) if he possessed sores and entrails hanging out as he tried to eat my flesh?

Um, yes.  I mean, there are rare times when selfish is okay.  When someone I love is moaning along with bits of flesh hanging off their face, the whole “I’ll feel awful” does not apply.

Season 2/Episode 1 (Actually Season One Part 2)

Well, the best part about the season premier was the show closed with a great song by Clutch called “The Regulator.”  As a huge heavy metal fan, that just cinched it for me.  Two new characters came to town Sunday night: Dave and Tony.  These two clowns hail from Philly in the show. They absolutely gave off a “do not trust us” vibe which made me kind of sad being a Philly native.  But it’s all cool.

Rick tried to tell them to go away nicely, but they weren’t having it.  I mean, could you feel bad for them?  I did for a moment, until the one guy started talking. After he opened his mouth with his slick talk, I could feel the “Philly talk” (bull poo) vibe and wanted him gone.

So there were two lines in the show Sunday night I want to discuss.  

1. THERE IS NO HOPE.  Is this ever true?  And if there really ever is NO hope – what do you do? Do you keep living?  And in doing that, does that imply that there is still hope? I mean, the guy was sitting at the bar feeling sad (understandable with no working plumbing and zombies around every corner) but just in sitting there talking about it, there is hope, right? I’d love to hear your thoughts on this.

2. DEATH IS DEATH. Hmm.. this is deep, eh?  It reminded me of DeNiro’s line in The Deer Hunter when he holds the bullet up and says, “this is this.”  That’s all it is.  It’s not fancy.  There is no deeper meaning.  It is what it is and it ain’t nothing else.  There is no magic.  It is just death.  So if death IS death – what exactly is it?

Thanks for joining me for The Walking Dead Chow Down… see you next week for more Zombie Stuff to pick apart (eewwwww).  P.S.  If you like fun, creepy off the wall stuff – check out my friend Catie Rhodes’ blog *Full-Tilt Backwoods Boogie*. I guarantee you’ll love it!

Talk About It Tuesday – Penguins, Wine & Peanut Butter

Welcome to Talk About It Tuesday. Today is Valentine’s Day!  Happy V-Day you love doves!  I figure there will be a lot of mooey gooey Valentine’s Day posts out there, so we’re gonna stick to the wackos.

Last week was a lot of fun!  I really enjoy finding these crazy articles and sharing them with you. Last week we talked about spiders with detachable man parts and gamers dying to play another round of their favorite video game.  Literally. This week we have penguins, wine and peanut butter…

John Holt / Dock 25 via New England Aquarium

Roast Beef the Penguin is going to old age homes to help the elderly smile.  Roast Beef loves the attention and looks forward to his visits. He is 13 and acclimated to visiting children, but did very well on his first visit at the Hannah Duston Rehabilitation Center in Haverhill, Mass.

Let’s just say you are having a bad day.  Maybe you just lost your job as a bacon inspector at the local Oink-A-Boink and you’re really down on your luck.  Well, find a cat to sit with, a dog to pet or a penguin to plop in your lap.  According to Psychology Today, pets makes us feel better!

Off to Connecticut we go to discuss wine thieving irony.  OK, you’re looking for a good bottle of wine but don’t have the cash to buy it, you say.  Well, you could do what Mark Clark of New Haven, Conn. did and thieve the wine from Wine Thief.  I do not recommend this because, well, stealing is illegal pretty much all over the world (and probably Jupiter, too).  It’s probably easier to panhandle for a couple of hours to get a bottle of booze, but where’s the fun in that?

Does it get anymore ironic than that? Well, it gets weirder.  In Kentucky, a 23-year-old man was found inside a convenience store naked, covered in peanut butter and chocolate.  So, I guess technically, he wasn’t naked. Apparently, the Reese’s imposter knew he was acting out of character.  He wrote an apology on the floor of the market in liquid NyQuil.

I seriously cannot make this stuff up. Well, actually I could, but it would be way time-consuming and would require mass amounts of LSD.  I have access to neither of those.  So I just troll news pages and share all the quirky stuff with you guys!

Hope everyone is over indulging in chocolate and rose petal bubble baths.. or at least chowing down on a candy bar while sitting next to a scented candle. 😀

Thank you so much for joining me for Talk About It Tuesday.