Jack Lewis Baillot's Blog, page 66
February 19, 2013
"The same way I know all Lassie wanted as a child was a pony." "Come on, what kid didn't."
Some people don't consider writing as a job. They think Authors have it easy and scoff when we call what we do work. I have learned to blow this off - I'd like to see them sit down day after day to write when words won't come or to edit. Okay, edit. I'd love to see them edit and see how long they last.
But, as Authors, we must admit it. If we look at life through their eyes, we do seem to have it pretty good, right? So, this is to all of you Authors and non-Authors out there. A little something to cheer up all you hard working Authors and make all you non-Authors believe you were right in the ease of our job.
Wherein Jack lists perks of being an Author.
1. We get to go to work in our jim jams. Forget black suits, pencil skirts, and ties. My work uniform consists of feety, leopard print PJs. And there went some of my credibility.
2. Going to the Zoo, for a hike, visiting a museum, or another state or country counts as research and is encouraged. (Especially visiting other countries. And trying all their food - though I would warn you to avoid Russian bacon, just saying.)
3. Eating chocolate helps and is strongly advised.
4. An Author's office consists of their quite bedroom, living room, a park on a summer's day, a beach, a beach house with an ocean view, the local coffee shoppe, tea shoppe, book store, restaurant...what can we say? We like food.
5. Watching BBC totally counts as work. Not only does it help with inspiration and getting Authors into good writing moods, we gather all kinds of ideas from the plots and costumes and characters and the agony of saying goodbye to someone we love - and then passing that agony on to our readers.
6. On that same note, watching movies and TV shows also counts as work, even if they aren't BBC. There is a lot of inspiration to be had from them.
7. We are masters of talking to ourselves in British accents.
8. We get to make readers suffer. And if you are human, this is a perk to any job. We all love throwing a bit of torture into someone else's life.
9. If we get annoyed with our fellow co-workers (characters) we always have the option of pushing them off a cliff.
10. We can play our music as loud as we like. And music is strongly encouraged to listen to.
11. Learning to fence, shoot a gun, a bow, or throw a knife also counts as research.
12. Reading is not only encouraged it is required. Therefore, spending a whole day reading counts as work.
13. Going for long walks also counts as work as it helps to clear one's head.
14. If we wish to be alone we can always chase everyone off with the words, "Leave me alone! I am killing a character and if you don't scat I might have to use you as a test subject!"
15. We have the ability to freak people out by our weird mood changes. (And this is a perk just because it is fun to watch people get freaked out.)
16. We are the world's best stalkers. Our knowledge of complete strangers, and all the random facts we know about our friends - facts they think they keep well hidden - is enough to put Sherlock to shame.
How about all you Authors? What are some of the perks you like about your job?
I give up on telling you where the quotes are from. I'll just let you take wild guesses for awhile....a long while. I have a whole lot more. (It's a very quotable TV show I guess.)
Allons-y!
But, as Authors, we must admit it. If we look at life through their eyes, we do seem to have it pretty good, right? So, this is to all of you Authors and non-Authors out there. A little something to cheer up all you hard working Authors and make all you non-Authors believe you were right in the ease of our job.
Wherein Jack lists perks of being an Author.
1. We get to go to work in our jim jams. Forget black suits, pencil skirts, and ties. My work uniform consists of feety, leopard print PJs. And there went some of my credibility.
2. Going to the Zoo, for a hike, visiting a museum, or another state or country counts as research and is encouraged. (Especially visiting other countries. And trying all their food - though I would warn you to avoid Russian bacon, just saying.)
3. Eating chocolate helps and is strongly advised.
4. An Author's office consists of their quite bedroom, living room, a park on a summer's day, a beach, a beach house with an ocean view, the local coffee shoppe, tea shoppe, book store, restaurant...what can we say? We like food.
5. Watching BBC totally counts as work. Not only does it help with inspiration and getting Authors into good writing moods, we gather all kinds of ideas from the plots and costumes and characters and the agony of saying goodbye to someone we love - and then passing that agony on to our readers.
6. On that same note, watching movies and TV shows also counts as work, even if they aren't BBC. There is a lot of inspiration to be had from them.
7. We are masters of talking to ourselves in British accents.
8. We get to make readers suffer. And if you are human, this is a perk to any job. We all love throwing a bit of torture into someone else's life.
9. If we get annoyed with our fellow co-workers (characters) we always have the option of pushing them off a cliff.
10. We can play our music as loud as we like. And music is strongly encouraged to listen to.
11. Learning to fence, shoot a gun, a bow, or throw a knife also counts as research.
12. Reading is not only encouraged it is required. Therefore, spending a whole day reading counts as work.
13. Going for long walks also counts as work as it helps to clear one's head.
14. If we wish to be alone we can always chase everyone off with the words, "Leave me alone! I am killing a character and if you don't scat I might have to use you as a test subject!"
15. We have the ability to freak people out by our weird mood changes. (And this is a perk just because it is fun to watch people get freaked out.)
16. We are the world's best stalkers. Our knowledge of complete strangers, and all the random facts we know about our friends - facts they think they keep well hidden - is enough to put Sherlock to shame.
How about all you Authors? What are some of the perks you like about your job?
I give up on telling you where the quotes are from. I'll just let you take wild guesses for awhile....a long while. I have a whole lot more. (It's a very quotable TV show I guess.)
Allons-y!
February 18, 2013
"I'll name him Zippy...or Chompy."
There is sometimes a problem with being both a reader and an Author. (A problem you should all be grateful for I suppose.) A problem I sometimes only get through by watching funny TV shows and eating pancakes. (Which is how I passed my Saturday.)
Wherein Jack talks about dead characters.
We all understand this subject, do we not? We all have likely encountered it. In books, movies, TV shows. Even funny TV shows, someone we like dies. (Example, Psych. Mary. Those who have seen it likely get this one. Those who haven't, ponder for a moment. I'm sure you've seen or read something funny which has you giggling one moment and shouting NOOOOOOOO Luke Skywalker style the next.)
The simple truth is, Authors like to make us do the whole Luke thing from time to time. They like to make us grow to really like a certain character, then they like to make us watch said character die just so they can sit back and snicker at our misery. It is an Author thing.
And, being an Author myself, it is something I am guilty of doing. Yet, at the same time, I am also a reader. I know how sad it is to become fond of someone only to have him die on you. I've had it happen to me often in fact. (I watch BBC. Aye, now you get it.)
So, while the Author in me wants to turn you all in Lukes, the reader in me wants to shout NOOOOOOOO right along with you and throw something - sometimes at myself, which is weird.
When I first started writing no one ever died. I didn't think I'd ever run into the problem of having my characters killed, because I couldn't kill any of them. Then I started writing a war book - and my characters informed me that in war books characters die. And I laughed at them.
I refused to kill any of them. I was too fond of them. And I refused to kill the one who told me he was going to die. It wasn't going to happen. Ever. (Aye, you all know how well that one went.)
In short, I kill characters. Characters I am very fond of. And someday I might explain the reason behind them dying.
But I think it should be noted here, I do not kill characters to turn all of you into Luke. I kill them because they insist it works in the plot.
And all of that was simply to say this. My Psych marathon, spree (I've heard it both ways), over the last week, in which I pretty much finished all six seasons came about because I had to kill someone I was VERY fond of. And it was either watch Shawn and Gus solve mysteries and quote movie lines, or sulk. Somehow I've managed to do both.
Now I leave you, so you can all sit back and worry who died. May the force be with you, Luke Skywalker.
Quote from Psych, when Shawn is trying to name the dinosaur skull he discovered.
Allons-y!
Wherein Jack talks about dead characters.
We all understand this subject, do we not? We all have likely encountered it. In books, movies, TV shows. Even funny TV shows, someone we like dies. (Example, Psych. Mary. Those who have seen it likely get this one. Those who haven't, ponder for a moment. I'm sure you've seen or read something funny which has you giggling one moment and shouting NOOOOOOOO Luke Skywalker style the next.)
The simple truth is, Authors like to make us do the whole Luke thing from time to time. They like to make us grow to really like a certain character, then they like to make us watch said character die just so they can sit back and snicker at our misery. It is an Author thing.
And, being an Author myself, it is something I am guilty of doing. Yet, at the same time, I am also a reader. I know how sad it is to become fond of someone only to have him die on you. I've had it happen to me often in fact. (I watch BBC. Aye, now you get it.)
So, while the Author in me wants to turn you all in Lukes, the reader in me wants to shout NOOOOOOOO right along with you and throw something - sometimes at myself, which is weird.
When I first started writing no one ever died. I didn't think I'd ever run into the problem of having my characters killed, because I couldn't kill any of them. Then I started writing a war book - and my characters informed me that in war books characters die. And I laughed at them.
I refused to kill any of them. I was too fond of them. And I refused to kill the one who told me he was going to die. It wasn't going to happen. Ever. (Aye, you all know how well that one went.)
In short, I kill characters. Characters I am very fond of. And someday I might explain the reason behind them dying.
But I think it should be noted here, I do not kill characters to turn all of you into Luke. I kill them because they insist it works in the plot.
And all of that was simply to say this. My Psych marathon, spree (I've heard it both ways), over the last week, in which I pretty much finished all six seasons came about because I had to kill someone I was VERY fond of. And it was either watch Shawn and Gus solve mysteries and quote movie lines, or sulk. Somehow I've managed to do both.
Now I leave you, so you can all sit back and worry who died. May the force be with you, Luke Skywalker.
Quote from Psych, when Shawn is trying to name the dinosaur skull he discovered.
Allons-y!
"Just because I take Gus's giant dinosaur head down to a dead body does not make me a nut job."
I was going to do a review of each season of Psych after I finished it. But that would require admitting to all of you how many seasons I've watched in the last week and I that wouldn't sound healthy, so I will skip that idea and do a tag instead.
I was tagged by Kat at The Word Crafter. you can find her blog HERE! The award is one she made, The World of Daydreamers Award. So, what I'm supposed to do is answer the six questions she left, state four VERY random facts about myself, and make up ten questions for the people I tag. So, here it is. Her questions.
1. What sort of book would you describe yourself to be?
That quirky book no one dares to read and sits on the shelf snickering at its own inside jokes? Okay, so I don't suppose that is even a book genre. How about Science Fiction? Yeah, maybe Science Fiction.
2. What would be be likelier to do? Order a coffee with a British accent or pretend to be deaf when someone talks to you? I will have to go with deaf...my British accent is shoddy. If it wasn't...I don't think I'd ever shut up. So, be glad.
3. A total stranger comes up to you. Do you (A) react instantly and punch him in the face before he has a chance to introduce himself? (B), Step back and wait to see if he is hostile BEFORE punching. Or (C) go all coward and run away, screaming like a banshee? I go all Gollum on him and smack him with my frying pan, then check to make sure he doesn't have fangs.
4. Would you prefer to be sick with the stomach flu or a shockingly bad case of strep throat? Strep throat. Then I don't have to answer questions about how I'm doing.
5. If YOU could be a superhero what type would you be? The Edna Moe type. Just kidding, she wasn't a superhero. The type with a cool cape and boots and the ability to turn invisible and drop eggs on people's heads and blame it on my sidekick.
6. Someone tells "OBEY!" What's the first thing you think of? Ella Enchanted. And barrels. And Hitler...and cupboards...and Rory.
Now, four VERY random facts.
1. Every now and then I have to remind the world I'm a girl. And if any of you are wondering about that I will again clear it up. I am a girl, I was just given a boy's nickname - I have a lot of boy's nicknames actually.
2. When I hold my breath my checks puff out so I end up looking like a hamster stealing food.
3. Still haven't figured out how I'm spelling Accadently wrong.
4. There is a strong possibility I am Batman. not saying it is true...just saying, he and I, we've never been seen in the same room at the same time.
And now....I shall be bad and tag all of you. But I cannot think of any new questions so how is this. Instead of answering some of my weird questions, try listing ten very random facts about yourself. The more random the better.
Now I have to go write. Quote is from Psych, one where Shawn is convinced a dinosaur is the bad guy.
Allons-y!
I was tagged by Kat at The Word Crafter. you can find her blog HERE! The award is one she made, The World of Daydreamers Award. So, what I'm supposed to do is answer the six questions she left, state four VERY random facts about myself, and make up ten questions for the people I tag. So, here it is. Her questions.
1. What sort of book would you describe yourself to be?
That quirky book no one dares to read and sits on the shelf snickering at its own inside jokes? Okay, so I don't suppose that is even a book genre. How about Science Fiction? Yeah, maybe Science Fiction.
2. What would be be likelier to do? Order a coffee with a British accent or pretend to be deaf when someone talks to you? I will have to go with deaf...my British accent is shoddy. If it wasn't...I don't think I'd ever shut up. So, be glad.
3. A total stranger comes up to you. Do you (A) react instantly and punch him in the face before he has a chance to introduce himself? (B), Step back and wait to see if he is hostile BEFORE punching. Or (C) go all coward and run away, screaming like a banshee? I go all Gollum on him and smack him with my frying pan, then check to make sure he doesn't have fangs.
4. Would you prefer to be sick with the stomach flu or a shockingly bad case of strep throat? Strep throat. Then I don't have to answer questions about how I'm doing.
5. If YOU could be a superhero what type would you be? The Edna Moe type. Just kidding, she wasn't a superhero. The type with a cool cape and boots and the ability to turn invisible and drop eggs on people's heads and blame it on my sidekick.
6. Someone tells "OBEY!" What's the first thing you think of? Ella Enchanted. And barrels. And Hitler...and cupboards...and Rory.
Now, four VERY random facts.
1. Every now and then I have to remind the world I'm a girl. And if any of you are wondering about that I will again clear it up. I am a girl, I was just given a boy's nickname - I have a lot of boy's nicknames actually.
2. When I hold my breath my checks puff out so I end up looking like a hamster stealing food.
3. Still haven't figured out how I'm spelling Accadently wrong.
4. There is a strong possibility I am Batman. not saying it is true...just saying, he and I, we've never been seen in the same room at the same time.
And now....I shall be bad and tag all of you. But I cannot think of any new questions so how is this. Instead of answering some of my weird questions, try listing ten very random facts about yourself. The more random the better.
Now I have to go write. Quote is from Psych, one where Shawn is convinced a dinosaur is the bad guy.
Allons-y!
February 14, 2013
"Detective O'Hara, lose the hoop skirt before you hurt someone."
For some reason I've hit a brick wall with my writing. And it isn't just my book, it is my posts as well. (The wall in my book is likely because of a certain, slightly depressing scene I really don't want to write. A scene which wouldn't be happening if a certain character hadn't gone and become best friends with another character.)
But all that is to say...well, it is my excuse, as to why my posts are kind of, out of it. (Okay, some of my writing troubles might be coupled to my lack of sleep over the last...week. Has it been a week? Er...I guess if I have to ask that then its been a week. Actually, right now, I am typing with my eyes nearly closed. One of my talents.)
Moving on though. Before I fall asleep on you all I'd like to introduce you to Magda, the character who won the voting!!
Magda is 17 in A Stretch of Loyalty. She has black hair and blue eyes and works with her mum as a seamstress. They live close to the castle, in the same city of where it stands. And Magda hates sewing. She is an only child, and she knows little of her father who was a knight - and killed before she was born (I think. I forget if it was before she was born or soon after and I'm too tired to look.)
Though Magda does brave things, such as breaking into the castle to save Lachlan from being killed, she is something of a chicken. She likes adventures, unless someone is trying to kill her. She is a good friend to Lachlan but sometimes wonders what it is she is hoping to accomplish.
She owns a sword and a bow, but isn't good with either. (She later gets fencing lessons from the one handed hermit. I shall leave it to you to figure out why he cannot teach her to shoot the bow.)
She is interested in herbs, mostly because she loves tea. She is also very sweet, for the most part. She has something of a temper, a bitter side to her, and she talks non-stop given the chance - this is a huge trail on the hermit.
And that is about all I have on her, you know...unless you read the book. I am sure you will learn more about her there. Naturally.
Now, I think I will go to bed. I need sleep, so I can write something depressing tomorrow and spend the rest of my weekend sulking about the house.
Quote is from Psych, the same one as the M&M quote. O'Hara is Jules' last name, and she was helping out with a Civil War re-enactment. Hence, the hoop skirt. You know though, hoop skirts very likely could be used to catch criminals. You could wallop them with the wires, and then use all the extra cloth to tie them up.
Okay, I seriously need sleep.
Allons-y!
But all that is to say...well, it is my excuse, as to why my posts are kind of, out of it. (Okay, some of my writing troubles might be coupled to my lack of sleep over the last...week. Has it been a week? Er...I guess if I have to ask that then its been a week. Actually, right now, I am typing with my eyes nearly closed. One of my talents.)
Moving on though. Before I fall asleep on you all I'd like to introduce you to Magda, the character who won the voting!!
Magda is 17 in A Stretch of Loyalty. She has black hair and blue eyes and works with her mum as a seamstress. They live close to the castle, in the same city of where it stands. And Magda hates sewing. She is an only child, and she knows little of her father who was a knight - and killed before she was born (I think. I forget if it was before she was born or soon after and I'm too tired to look.)
Though Magda does brave things, such as breaking into the castle to save Lachlan from being killed, she is something of a chicken. She likes adventures, unless someone is trying to kill her. She is a good friend to Lachlan but sometimes wonders what it is she is hoping to accomplish.
She owns a sword and a bow, but isn't good with either. (She later gets fencing lessons from the one handed hermit. I shall leave it to you to figure out why he cannot teach her to shoot the bow.)
She is interested in herbs, mostly because she loves tea. She is also very sweet, for the most part. She has something of a temper, a bitter side to her, and she talks non-stop given the chance - this is a huge trail on the hermit.
And that is about all I have on her, you know...unless you read the book. I am sure you will learn more about her there. Naturally.
Now, I think I will go to bed. I need sleep, so I can write something depressing tomorrow and spend the rest of my weekend sulking about the house.
Quote is from Psych, the same one as the M&M quote. O'Hara is Jules' last name, and she was helping out with a Civil War re-enactment. Hence, the hoop skirt. You know though, hoop skirts very likely could be used to catch criminals. You could wallop them with the wires, and then use all the extra cloth to tie them up.
Okay, I seriously need sleep.
Allons-y!
February 13, 2013
"She's running in those heels? Seriously?"
In honour of Valentine's Day, I'm going to attempt to turn into a sap and post a Valentine's story. This isn't the one I really want to do, I can't do that one on account of spoilers. But, maybe next year. This story answers a question Peter had in Haphazardly Implausible. Do Air Pirates really have a girl in every port?
But, anyhow, Happy Valentine's Day.
A Girl In Every Port?
Sometimes being dashing and famous had its draw backs. Sometimes. Or maybe being dashing and handsome and famous - not to mention French - should have had its draw backs. After all, he was six feet tall, had great hair, brown eyes - and everyone knew brown eyes were soft and deep, holding many secrets - and he wore an eye patch. Add all that to his sense of fashion and girls should have been chasing after him, or at the very least baking him cookies.
Captain Shamus Steed stood on the Air Pirate docking port and looked at the jagged cliffs surrounding him. Scotland held one of the best ports in the whole world, one which was not only well hidden from prying eyes but which was built directly onto the side of a mountain. Boardwalks led up from the docks to the taverns and trading houses above.
"You know we really don't have anything to trade with." Darcy stood at his side, hand in pockets, eyes scanning those milling about the suspended docks.
Steed scowled because he had no comeback. He knew it bad policy to discuss personal matters with younger siblings, especially when such matters involved the young woman who stood a few feet away. Eva. She had no last name, at least none that Steed had been able to find. He'd seen her here more then once, but had been able to learn little about her. He didn't even know if she worked in one of the taverns or if she was an Air Pirate herself. He couldn't even gather anything from her clothing. It was a known fact all Air Pirates had an impeccable sense of style, yet all he'd ever seen Eva in was a simple brown dress and tall black boots, her dark brown hair worn loose around her shoulders.
"Yes we do," Steed took his eyes from Eva and turned part of his attention to Darcy, "we have all those eggs we stole."
Darcy winced, one eyebrow twitching. "Please tell me you're not being serious."
"Why wouldn't I be?" Steed demanded.
"We're Air Pirates, big brother. We have a reputation to uphold. Do you know how bad it sounds to walk into the trading houses with eggs and tell everyone we mistakenly attacked a farmhouse and that was all we could get away with?"
Steed had no reply for that. Instead he pointed back to the Black Beard. "I'm going to start some transactions. Go back on board and pack up the eggs."
"You can't be serious," Darcy groaned, but obediently turned and marched back to the airship.
Once he was alone, Steed did his best to fix his hair, then smooth out some of the wrinkles in his coat. He looked back at Eva and put his most charming smile on. No matter what, he was determined to at least get her last name today.
Squaring his shoulders, Steed swaggered over to the young woman. She hadn't moved much, standing near another Zeppelin, her sea green eyes darting about as if taking in everything. Everything but him. She didn't even look up when he stopped in front of her. Steed had to clear his throat twice to get her attention.
"Hello," he said when the sea green eyes met his brown ones. He laid on the French accent extra thick, just to be safe.
"Hello." Her voice was light, soft, and yet it held something almost lethal to it.
Looking into those eyes, which gave him no hint as to what kind of girl she might be, Steed's mind almost went blank but he forced himself to stay focused. He was French, after all. Charm came as easy to him as eating pastries.
"My name is Captain Shamus Steed," he said, bowing rather then holding out his hand for a shake.
"Eva," she answered as he straightened back up. Not what he'd been hoping for. He couldn't even place her accent.
"Eva," he repeated, rolling her name off his tongue to an attempt to make it sound like the sweetest word since croquembouche. (A cream puff covered in caramel.) "What a beautiful name." As he spoke he reached out, took her small hand in his, and kissed it. She didn't resist, nor did she willingly move her arm. In fact, she just stood there, not one form of expression crossing her face.
"Hm," she murmured.
Steed realized he was slipping fast. He released her hand and cleared his throat. "Are you here for the trades?" he asked, motioning to the airship behind her.
"Yes."
Finally! He had something.
"I am too," he smiled, "that is my ship over there." He motioned to the Black Beard with grandeur.
"I see," she said.
"My crew and I just returned from a - raid." He tried to keep himself from stumbling but wasn't sure what to call it. Did one call it a raid when they mistakenly stole chicken eggs?
"Good for you." He still couldn't place her accent, though it encouraged him a little over the fact he was getting more words out of her.
"Some of us almost didn't make it," he said, laying his hand on his sword. This was partly true. On the way out of the hen coop Alfie had smacked his head on the door frame, fallen into a nest, and almost got plucked to death by an overly fat hen which would have made someone a nice dinner. He might not have made it if Darcy hadn't saved him. Both had the bandages to prove their skirmish - Darcy's wound on the hand and Alfie's right above the eye.
"Hm."
That blew it. Now they were back to one word sentences.
"Who is the captain of your airship?" Steed ventured. "Maybe I can talk to him about doing some trade."
Eva's eyes finally showed something, and it wasn't something Steed had been hoping for. It was a cross between insanity and the look Darcy got whenever things got especially dull on board the Zeppelin.
"The captain is lost," Eva said. Her voice dropped lower and her eyes darted from side to side.
"Lost?" Steed whispered, not sure he wanted to know.
Eva leaned closer."Lost. We lost our captain." She grinned almost deviously.
Five words out of her, and Steed was suddenly wishing they could go back to one. "How do you loose a captain?" he ventured.
"By taking him fishing," her grin widened, "want to go fishing, captain?"
Steed moved back as fast as he could. "Um - no, no thanks. I'm not much a fisherman. I usually, you know - avoid fish."
She moved closer. "Fishing is fun. Maybe we can find a captain."
Every muscle in Steed's body was posed, ready to turn and run, but before he could do so someone shouted from the Zeppelin behind them.
"Captain!"
Eva turned and looked at a man dangling from a ladder swinging under the airship.
"What?" she called back.
"We're ready to start unloading."
"Be right there!"
Steed stared in opened mouth amazement as the man scrambled back up the ladder and Eva turned to smile at him. All insanity was gone from her eyes and the blank look was back.
"Bye," she said, then turned around and climbed up to her airship. Steed didn't move, just watched as her billowing skirt vanished into the ship. How long he stood there he wasn't sure, but when someone laid a hand on his arm - causing him to jump and have a mini heart attack - it felt like hours.
"Steed?" Kirk was at his side, two baskets of eggs at his feet.
"What?" Steed gasped, trying to not look as if he'd just almost fallen over from fright.
"We're ready. We have all the - eggs."
Steed peered down at the basket and blinked. "Oh, eggs. Good. Eggs are good."
"Are you okay?" Kirk looked at him closely. "And what are you doing standing near Eva's airship? Haven't you heard, she's a little - batty."
Stooping over, Steed picked up one of the baskets. "That's putting it mildly. Come on, lets get rid of these eggs and get out of here."*** Happy Valentine's Day! Quote is from Psych. It actually reminds me of a friend of mine who ran in heels, very high and dangerous ones.
Allons-y!
But, anyhow, Happy Valentine's Day.
A Girl In Every Port?
Sometimes being dashing and famous had its draw backs. Sometimes. Or maybe being dashing and handsome and famous - not to mention French - should have had its draw backs. After all, he was six feet tall, had great hair, brown eyes - and everyone knew brown eyes were soft and deep, holding many secrets - and he wore an eye patch. Add all that to his sense of fashion and girls should have been chasing after him, or at the very least baking him cookies.
Captain Shamus Steed stood on the Air Pirate docking port and looked at the jagged cliffs surrounding him. Scotland held one of the best ports in the whole world, one which was not only well hidden from prying eyes but which was built directly onto the side of a mountain. Boardwalks led up from the docks to the taverns and trading houses above.
"You know we really don't have anything to trade with." Darcy stood at his side, hand in pockets, eyes scanning those milling about the suspended docks.
Steed scowled because he had no comeback. He knew it bad policy to discuss personal matters with younger siblings, especially when such matters involved the young woman who stood a few feet away. Eva. She had no last name, at least none that Steed had been able to find. He'd seen her here more then once, but had been able to learn little about her. He didn't even know if she worked in one of the taverns or if she was an Air Pirate herself. He couldn't even gather anything from her clothing. It was a known fact all Air Pirates had an impeccable sense of style, yet all he'd ever seen Eva in was a simple brown dress and tall black boots, her dark brown hair worn loose around her shoulders.
"Yes we do," Steed took his eyes from Eva and turned part of his attention to Darcy, "we have all those eggs we stole."
Darcy winced, one eyebrow twitching. "Please tell me you're not being serious."
"Why wouldn't I be?" Steed demanded.
"We're Air Pirates, big brother. We have a reputation to uphold. Do you know how bad it sounds to walk into the trading houses with eggs and tell everyone we mistakenly attacked a farmhouse and that was all we could get away with?"
Steed had no reply for that. Instead he pointed back to the Black Beard. "I'm going to start some transactions. Go back on board and pack up the eggs."
"You can't be serious," Darcy groaned, but obediently turned and marched back to the airship.
Once he was alone, Steed did his best to fix his hair, then smooth out some of the wrinkles in his coat. He looked back at Eva and put his most charming smile on. No matter what, he was determined to at least get her last name today.
Squaring his shoulders, Steed swaggered over to the young woman. She hadn't moved much, standing near another Zeppelin, her sea green eyes darting about as if taking in everything. Everything but him. She didn't even look up when he stopped in front of her. Steed had to clear his throat twice to get her attention.
"Hello," he said when the sea green eyes met his brown ones. He laid on the French accent extra thick, just to be safe.
"Hello." Her voice was light, soft, and yet it held something almost lethal to it.
Looking into those eyes, which gave him no hint as to what kind of girl she might be, Steed's mind almost went blank but he forced himself to stay focused. He was French, after all. Charm came as easy to him as eating pastries.
"My name is Captain Shamus Steed," he said, bowing rather then holding out his hand for a shake.
"Eva," she answered as he straightened back up. Not what he'd been hoping for. He couldn't even place her accent.
"Eva," he repeated, rolling her name off his tongue to an attempt to make it sound like the sweetest word since croquembouche. (A cream puff covered in caramel.) "What a beautiful name." As he spoke he reached out, took her small hand in his, and kissed it. She didn't resist, nor did she willingly move her arm. In fact, she just stood there, not one form of expression crossing her face.
"Hm," she murmured.
Steed realized he was slipping fast. He released her hand and cleared his throat. "Are you here for the trades?" he asked, motioning to the airship behind her.
"Yes."
Finally! He had something.
"I am too," he smiled, "that is my ship over there." He motioned to the Black Beard with grandeur.
"I see," she said.
"My crew and I just returned from a - raid." He tried to keep himself from stumbling but wasn't sure what to call it. Did one call it a raid when they mistakenly stole chicken eggs?
"Good for you." He still couldn't place her accent, though it encouraged him a little over the fact he was getting more words out of her.
"Some of us almost didn't make it," he said, laying his hand on his sword. This was partly true. On the way out of the hen coop Alfie had smacked his head on the door frame, fallen into a nest, and almost got plucked to death by an overly fat hen which would have made someone a nice dinner. He might not have made it if Darcy hadn't saved him. Both had the bandages to prove their skirmish - Darcy's wound on the hand and Alfie's right above the eye.
"Hm."
That blew it. Now they were back to one word sentences.
"Who is the captain of your airship?" Steed ventured. "Maybe I can talk to him about doing some trade."
Eva's eyes finally showed something, and it wasn't something Steed had been hoping for. It was a cross between insanity and the look Darcy got whenever things got especially dull on board the Zeppelin.
"The captain is lost," Eva said. Her voice dropped lower and her eyes darted from side to side.
"Lost?" Steed whispered, not sure he wanted to know.
Eva leaned closer."Lost. We lost our captain." She grinned almost deviously.
Five words out of her, and Steed was suddenly wishing they could go back to one. "How do you loose a captain?" he ventured.
"By taking him fishing," her grin widened, "want to go fishing, captain?"
Steed moved back as fast as he could. "Um - no, no thanks. I'm not much a fisherman. I usually, you know - avoid fish."
She moved closer. "Fishing is fun. Maybe we can find a captain."
Every muscle in Steed's body was posed, ready to turn and run, but before he could do so someone shouted from the Zeppelin behind them.
"Captain!"
Eva turned and looked at a man dangling from a ladder swinging under the airship.
"What?" she called back.
"We're ready to start unloading."
"Be right there!"
Steed stared in opened mouth amazement as the man scrambled back up the ladder and Eva turned to smile at him. All insanity was gone from her eyes and the blank look was back.
"Bye," she said, then turned around and climbed up to her airship. Steed didn't move, just watched as her billowing skirt vanished into the ship. How long he stood there he wasn't sure, but when someone laid a hand on his arm - causing him to jump and have a mini heart attack - it felt like hours.
"Steed?" Kirk was at his side, two baskets of eggs at his feet.
"What?" Steed gasped, trying to not look as if he'd just almost fallen over from fright.
"We're ready. We have all the - eggs."
Steed peered down at the basket and blinked. "Oh, eggs. Good. Eggs are good."
"Are you okay?" Kirk looked at him closely. "And what are you doing standing near Eva's airship? Haven't you heard, she's a little - batty."
Stooping over, Steed picked up one of the baskets. "That's putting it mildly. Come on, lets get rid of these eggs and get out of here."*** Happy Valentine's Day! Quote is from Psych. It actually reminds me of a friend of mine who ran in heels, very high and dangerous ones.
Allons-y!
February 12, 2013
"You just knocked on the door of a murderer and all you can say is 'oh'?"
I mentioned in my last post a book that has just come out. And now I'm here to help spread the word.
Actually, I don't even know what to call this post. I think it is a cross between a guest post and a...one of those blog hop kind of thingys, I think. Maybe these don't even have special names. But special name or not, may I present to you Tyrean's new book, Champion in the Darkness!
The Blurb:Clara is younger than most trainees, but she is ready to hold a Sword Master's blade. While visions and ancient prophecies stand in her way, they also offer a destiny unlike any other. Clara is aided by a haunted mentor, Stelia, whose knowledge of their enemy Kalidess is both a bane and a blessing. As evil threatens their land, Clara and Stelia must find the strength to overcome the darkness.Champion in the Darkness is YA Christian Fantasy, and is the first book in the Champion Trilogy.Short Author Bio: Tyrean Martinson lives and writes in the Northwest, encouraged by her loving husband and daughters, and reminded to exercise by her dogs and cat. Champion in the Darkness is the first book in the Champion Trilogy, and she has previously published short stories and poetry.
Champion in the Darkness can be found at these links:Amazon Kindle http://www.amazon.com/Champion-Darkness-The-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B00BCD1YJA/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1360452481&sr=1-1&keywords=champion+in+the+darknessSmashwords https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/282856Goodreads http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17339276-champion-in-the-darkness And that is about all I have. Well, except for I am very excited to get a copy of this book.
Before I go, the usual. Quote is from Psych.
Okay, that is all for real.
Allons-y!
Actually, I don't even know what to call this post. I think it is a cross between a guest post and a...one of those blog hop kind of thingys, I think. Maybe these don't even have special names. But special name or not, may I present to you Tyrean's new book, Champion in the Darkness!
The Blurb:Clara is younger than most trainees, but she is ready to hold a Sword Master's blade. While visions and ancient prophecies stand in her way, they also offer a destiny unlike any other. Clara is aided by a haunted mentor, Stelia, whose knowledge of their enemy Kalidess is both a bane and a blessing. As evil threatens their land, Clara and Stelia must find the strength to overcome the darkness.Champion in the Darkness is YA Christian Fantasy, and is the first book in the Champion Trilogy.Short Author Bio: Tyrean Martinson lives and writes in the Northwest, encouraged by her loving husband and daughters, and reminded to exercise by her dogs and cat. Champion in the Darkness is the first book in the Champion Trilogy, and she has previously published short stories and poetry.
Champion in the Darkness can be found at these links:Amazon Kindle http://www.amazon.com/Champion-Darkness-The-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B00BCD1YJA/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1360452481&sr=1-1&keywords=champion+in+the+darknessSmashwords https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/282856Goodreads http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17339276-champion-in-the-darkness And that is about all I have. Well, except for I am very excited to get a copy of this book.
Before I go, the usual. Quote is from Psych.
Okay, that is all for real.
Allons-y!
"So long, and thanks for all the fish!"
I have some exciting news! A fellow blogger, Tryean, has a book out! And it is one I've been very excited about, it has swords in it. The book is called Champion in Darkness and you can find out more about it HERE!
In other news I'm behind on editing - who knew! It is hard to edit and do secret projects and write and work - and I accadently spent my first royalties check on Josh Groban's new CD. (And for some reason I have this sudden inability to spell accadently...) Anyhow, I'm not saying it is a bad way to spend one's first royalty check, I just kind of wish it hadn't been an accadent...though there are worse things on can accadently do, such as flood the bathroom. (Note, I've not flooded the bathroom for at least three months now.)
So, while I try and get everything adjusted I've also somehow managed to finish season one of Psych - I won't say in how many days because I like to believe you all think I have a life. No wait...maybe I don't want you to think I have a life, because then you might start to think I'm strange.
And no, none of that was supposed to make any sense.
Anyhow, since I finished season one I thought I could review it, since I don't have much else to post about. (This could likely be redeemed if I did have a life...)
It is kind of a known fact I took awhile to actually watch Psych. My sister showed me or two in an attempt to get me to watch them but I never liked Shawn. But I kept reading all his quotes and I needed a comedy one night so I found some on Hulu. I am surprised how fast and how much I have come to like the show.
I love detective shows, which might have been part of my hesitation to watch these because for a long time I thought Shawn was psychic and they would be all weird and....psychic. And then my sister explained that he was just really observant which was better, but then I was disappointed he wasn't a real detective. (I like Sherlock like detectives I suppose and to find one who was a Sherlock like one but no one knew sounded rather...disappointing.)
But I kind of like how they did this. It is sort of like Monk and Columbo, a Sherlock like detective who is different enough to not be another copy. And at the same time I can see Sherlock like qualities. (His lack of social skills...is this a detective requirement? I need to meet a real detective to see.) So, it is a fun take on a Sherlock like character.
I was also surprised to realize how much I do like Shawn. At first I thought he was just annoying, but I kind of get him now and he is a fun character. More complex then I first thought, and not the kind of moody complex. (Such as, his past with his dad which explains his childish behavior as an adult but it isn't in the way that one would feel bad for him. Which I like, because I don't like drama shows.)
Actually, all of the characters are well done. I REALLY like Lassie. Next to Lestrade I think he is my favourite Lestrade like character. (The Lestrade in Sherlock. I don't like the Lestrade in the Robert Downy Jr. ones as much.)
Anyhow, Lassie is brilliant. Grumpy, easily irritated, and somehow so very likable. (Also note, his hair went gray really fast in season one. And I point this out because I think it is important. Just, ponder it for awhile.) And he is still different enough from the other Lestrades. He only puts up with Shawn because the Chief makes him. (If anyone was close to becoming a murderer it is Lassie. Shawn should be grateful he is a policeman.)
My other surprise was how much I like Jules. I think she is the best girl character I've ever come across, surpassing any of the others I might have said this about before. She is the prefect mix. Very brave, while still able to be sweet, a little clueless, brilliant, girly, slightly childish, and serious. She is just brilliant and amazing. I'm very impressed with how they did her. Anyone who does girl characters needs to watch this to get some pointers.
The only character I am not overly fond of is Gus, the one I thought would be the only one I would end up liking. I like him well enough, he is just not one of my top favourites.
(I'm curious though. I heard somewhere that the fellow playing Shawn quit or something and they got a new actor. I thought I saw a little bit of a difference between one of the seasons, but Netflix says it is the same guy. Does anyone know if they did get a new actor, or no?)
Characters aside. I also like the mysteries. They might not be the most complex mysteries I've ever seen, I think Columbo holds a record for most complex murders ever pulled, but they are good. A little lighter, but it is a comedy, so that is to be expected.
Also, there was a Columbo reference AND Sulu in one of the episodes. So, it wins points for mentioning Columbo.
So, everyone was right who said I should watch it. Maybe I should listen to you all more often. Except for Downton Abbey...not sure I will do that one. Me and drama don't mix to well.
And I think that is it. I have things to do, or not do...I might just sleep. Sleep sounds like a good option. Either way, I am going.
Quote is from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. (HA! You thought I was going to do another Psych one! I have to keep you all on your guard.)
Allons-y!
In other news I'm behind on editing - who knew! It is hard to edit and do secret projects and write and work - and I accadently spent my first royalties check on Josh Groban's new CD. (And for some reason I have this sudden inability to spell accadently...) Anyhow, I'm not saying it is a bad way to spend one's first royalty check, I just kind of wish it hadn't been an accadent...though there are worse things on can accadently do, such as flood the bathroom. (Note, I've not flooded the bathroom for at least three months now.)
So, while I try and get everything adjusted I've also somehow managed to finish season one of Psych - I won't say in how many days because I like to believe you all think I have a life. No wait...maybe I don't want you to think I have a life, because then you might start to think I'm strange.
And no, none of that was supposed to make any sense.
Anyhow, since I finished season one I thought I could review it, since I don't have much else to post about. (This could likely be redeemed if I did have a life...)
It is kind of a known fact I took awhile to actually watch Psych. My sister showed me or two in an attempt to get me to watch them but I never liked Shawn. But I kept reading all his quotes and I needed a comedy one night so I found some on Hulu. I am surprised how fast and how much I have come to like the show.
I love detective shows, which might have been part of my hesitation to watch these because for a long time I thought Shawn was psychic and they would be all weird and....psychic. And then my sister explained that he was just really observant which was better, but then I was disappointed he wasn't a real detective. (I like Sherlock like detectives I suppose and to find one who was a Sherlock like one but no one knew sounded rather...disappointing.)
But I kind of like how they did this. It is sort of like Monk and Columbo, a Sherlock like detective who is different enough to not be another copy. And at the same time I can see Sherlock like qualities. (His lack of social skills...is this a detective requirement? I need to meet a real detective to see.) So, it is a fun take on a Sherlock like character.
I was also surprised to realize how much I do like Shawn. At first I thought he was just annoying, but I kind of get him now and he is a fun character. More complex then I first thought, and not the kind of moody complex. (Such as, his past with his dad which explains his childish behavior as an adult but it isn't in the way that one would feel bad for him. Which I like, because I don't like drama shows.)
Actually, all of the characters are well done. I REALLY like Lassie. Next to Lestrade I think he is my favourite Lestrade like character. (The Lestrade in Sherlock. I don't like the Lestrade in the Robert Downy Jr. ones as much.)
Anyhow, Lassie is brilliant. Grumpy, easily irritated, and somehow so very likable. (Also note, his hair went gray really fast in season one. And I point this out because I think it is important. Just, ponder it for awhile.) And he is still different enough from the other Lestrades. He only puts up with Shawn because the Chief makes him. (If anyone was close to becoming a murderer it is Lassie. Shawn should be grateful he is a policeman.)
My other surprise was how much I like Jules. I think she is the best girl character I've ever come across, surpassing any of the others I might have said this about before. She is the prefect mix. Very brave, while still able to be sweet, a little clueless, brilliant, girly, slightly childish, and serious. She is just brilliant and amazing. I'm very impressed with how they did her. Anyone who does girl characters needs to watch this to get some pointers.
The only character I am not overly fond of is Gus, the one I thought would be the only one I would end up liking. I like him well enough, he is just not one of my top favourites.
(I'm curious though. I heard somewhere that the fellow playing Shawn quit or something and they got a new actor. I thought I saw a little bit of a difference between one of the seasons, but Netflix says it is the same guy. Does anyone know if they did get a new actor, or no?)
Characters aside. I also like the mysteries. They might not be the most complex mysteries I've ever seen, I think Columbo holds a record for most complex murders ever pulled, but they are good. A little lighter, but it is a comedy, so that is to be expected.
Also, there was a Columbo reference AND Sulu in one of the episodes. So, it wins points for mentioning Columbo.
So, everyone was right who said I should watch it. Maybe I should listen to you all more often. Except for Downton Abbey...not sure I will do that one. Me and drama don't mix to well.
And I think that is it. I have things to do, or not do...I might just sleep. Sleep sounds like a good option. Either way, I am going.
Quote is from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. (HA! You thought I was going to do another Psych one! I have to keep you all on your guard.)
Allons-y!
February 10, 2013
"Don't think I didn't notice you trying to throw M`&M's in the wounded guy's mouths."
I've never been to court, I think I should point this out because of all the things I've done I somehow NOT managed to get into that much trouble. Nevertheless, I feel almost as if I am in court now, and am giving my defense. So, my accusers, sit over there, and my partners in crime come join me in this cool box thingy. Careful though, it might be a little tight.
Wherein Jack explains her reasoning behind turning traitor, or not turning traitor. Depending on what side of the room you are sitting in.
Ever since Sherlock Holmes made his appearance from the tip of Doyle's pen he has been loved, killed, disliked, hated, killed, gone through enough faces to be a Time Lord himself - take note of that, Moffat - and killed enough times to be a Time Lord. (Hear that, Moffat?! He needs to be cast as the Doctor, NOT the Master!)
A lot of men have played him, trying to bring to life the most famous detective who never lived. Some have done amazing jobs, others have had to change their name and move to the South Pole. In resent years, Sherlock made a come back - not that he needed to - when Robert Downy Jr. played him in a couple movies. And then BBC went and moved him to modern times - and then America caught onto the idea and did the same. Since then there has been Sherlock everywhere and a huge war ready to break out between the Sherlock fans. (Mostly brought on when Mrs. Moffat almost declared another Revolutionary War on us when she learned of America's idea to do a modern Sherlock TV show.)
It is a known fact by now that I watch BOTH Sherlock and Elementary. It is also a likely known fact that I'm a Sherlock fan and that I really like the BBC version of the show. (You know, except for their Adler.)
So, all of that aside, I suppose it is time I finally did a review of Elementary.
First, there are some things I like about the show. It is a detective show, and I love mysteries. The first few episodes I found a little boring. Most of the mysteries were the same, but it is getting more interesting as time passes.
The man I refer to as E-Lock is an interesting character. He doesn't really remind me of the Sherlock from the stories. He is more open about things and more en-tune to the human world. The Sherlock from the stories always seemed almost completely lost when it came to understanding fellow human beings. Almost. Yet, I can't really think of this man as Sherlock. (I think it is the tattoos.) But he does have traits I like. (And other things I don't like. Such as, the girls.)
Gregson and his partner who's name I keep forgetting and it bugs me because he is the character I like the best. I like all the Lestrade characters in all the detective shows I watch. Staltermire from Monk, Lestrade from Sherlock (duh), Lassie from Psych, the one from Columbo who's name I have forgotten. Something about these patient men - though some are less patient - who are forced to put up with nutty detectives I've become very fond of. And Gregson didn't disappoint. He endures E-Lock's quirks and weird habits and trusts his judgement. I like their friendship - though E-Lock had to go and ruin that and if he doesn't fix it I'm going to deck him. I also like Gregson's partner who disliked E-Lock when they first met but has come to trust him as much as Gregson does.
And lastly, I like the new twist they added into the show. At first it felt like they were copying Sherlock, but the resent ones fixed that.
Now, what I dislike.
E-Lock's girls. I shall leave most of this to your imagination. (Nothing is ever shown, but it is spoken off and though not often it is something I wish they had left out. I don't see how it is necessary or serves any point.)
Joan. I know, those on the defense side, start throwing things. Now, my dislike of her ISN'T because she is a suppose girl Watson. She isn't Watson and I never thought she could be. Watson is one of the best characters ever written and it is hard for anyone to be him. So, it isn't her being a girl I dislike. It is her. I dislike how determined she is to change E-Lock. She cannot accept the fact he is different and is always forcing him to open up and talk about things. I know she is supposedly trying to help him, but she claims to be his friend but doesn't act like it. So no, I am not fond of Joan. She is a little better then the first few, but I don't think I can ever really like her.
Certain things about E-Lock. Such as his refusal to admit when he has done something wrong and risking loosing one of his - well - one of his only friends. He really doesn't have that many to loose. Some of the things with Joan he just makes worse. he knows what annoys her so does it - and it isn't as funny as when other Sherlock's annoy their Watson's. Sometimes I want to throw my shoe at him. His obsession with Moriarty is sometimes slightly creepy. Seriously, he needs a hobby.
His scarf. Whoever got rid of that needs a chocolate. And if Joan burned it one night I might have to forgive her some of her faults. I think the scarf was a copy of Sherlock's, but it was this sad little thing that he wore with tee shirts for no reason. It was odd. Thankfully, it has vanished.
I guess the short of all this is to say, yes, I do watch Elementary. I do not think of him as Sherlock or her as Watson, and I mostly watch it for the mysteries and because I like detective shows. However, out of all the detective shows I watch, this one is kind of on the bottom of my favourite list. I like it well enough. It has some interesting things to it. But if it went off the air I wouldn't mind - not like I would with Grimm or Pysch. (All the others I watch are off the air...*Smirk*)
And, that is pretty much it. So...the usual. Quote is from Psych, yet again. I am now able to watch them in order. *Nods*
Allons-y!
Wherein Jack explains her reasoning behind turning traitor, or not turning traitor. Depending on what side of the room you are sitting in.
Ever since Sherlock Holmes made his appearance from the tip of Doyle's pen he has been loved, killed, disliked, hated, killed, gone through enough faces to be a Time Lord himself - take note of that, Moffat - and killed enough times to be a Time Lord. (Hear that, Moffat?! He needs to be cast as the Doctor, NOT the Master!)
A lot of men have played him, trying to bring to life the most famous detective who never lived. Some have done amazing jobs, others have had to change their name and move to the South Pole. In resent years, Sherlock made a come back - not that he needed to - when Robert Downy Jr. played him in a couple movies. And then BBC went and moved him to modern times - and then America caught onto the idea and did the same. Since then there has been Sherlock everywhere and a huge war ready to break out between the Sherlock fans. (Mostly brought on when Mrs. Moffat almost declared another Revolutionary War on us when she learned of America's idea to do a modern Sherlock TV show.)
It is a known fact by now that I watch BOTH Sherlock and Elementary. It is also a likely known fact that I'm a Sherlock fan and that I really like the BBC version of the show. (You know, except for their Adler.)
So, all of that aside, I suppose it is time I finally did a review of Elementary.
First, there are some things I like about the show. It is a detective show, and I love mysteries. The first few episodes I found a little boring. Most of the mysteries were the same, but it is getting more interesting as time passes.
The man I refer to as E-Lock is an interesting character. He doesn't really remind me of the Sherlock from the stories. He is more open about things and more en-tune to the human world. The Sherlock from the stories always seemed almost completely lost when it came to understanding fellow human beings. Almost. Yet, I can't really think of this man as Sherlock. (I think it is the tattoos.) But he does have traits I like. (And other things I don't like. Such as, the girls.)
Gregson and his partner who's name I keep forgetting and it bugs me because he is the character I like the best. I like all the Lestrade characters in all the detective shows I watch. Staltermire from Monk, Lestrade from Sherlock (duh), Lassie from Psych, the one from Columbo who's name I have forgotten. Something about these patient men - though some are less patient - who are forced to put up with nutty detectives I've become very fond of. And Gregson didn't disappoint. He endures E-Lock's quirks and weird habits and trusts his judgement. I like their friendship - though E-Lock had to go and ruin that and if he doesn't fix it I'm going to deck him. I also like Gregson's partner who disliked E-Lock when they first met but has come to trust him as much as Gregson does.
And lastly, I like the new twist they added into the show. At first it felt like they were copying Sherlock, but the resent ones fixed that.
Now, what I dislike.
E-Lock's girls. I shall leave most of this to your imagination. (Nothing is ever shown, but it is spoken off and though not often it is something I wish they had left out. I don't see how it is necessary or serves any point.)
Joan. I know, those on the defense side, start throwing things. Now, my dislike of her ISN'T because she is a suppose girl Watson. She isn't Watson and I never thought she could be. Watson is one of the best characters ever written and it is hard for anyone to be him. So, it isn't her being a girl I dislike. It is her. I dislike how determined she is to change E-Lock. She cannot accept the fact he is different and is always forcing him to open up and talk about things. I know she is supposedly trying to help him, but she claims to be his friend but doesn't act like it. So no, I am not fond of Joan. She is a little better then the first few, but I don't think I can ever really like her.
Certain things about E-Lock. Such as his refusal to admit when he has done something wrong and risking loosing one of his - well - one of his only friends. He really doesn't have that many to loose. Some of the things with Joan he just makes worse. he knows what annoys her so does it - and it isn't as funny as when other Sherlock's annoy their Watson's. Sometimes I want to throw my shoe at him. His obsession with Moriarty is sometimes slightly creepy. Seriously, he needs a hobby.
His scarf. Whoever got rid of that needs a chocolate. And if Joan burned it one night I might have to forgive her some of her faults. I think the scarf was a copy of Sherlock's, but it was this sad little thing that he wore with tee shirts for no reason. It was odd. Thankfully, it has vanished.
I guess the short of all this is to say, yes, I do watch Elementary. I do not think of him as Sherlock or her as Watson, and I mostly watch it for the mysteries and because I like detective shows. However, out of all the detective shows I watch, this one is kind of on the bottom of my favourite list. I like it well enough. It has some interesting things to it. But if it went off the air I wouldn't mind - not like I would with Grimm or Pysch. (All the others I watch are off the air...*Smirk*)
And, that is pretty much it. So...the usual. Quote is from Psych, yet again. I am now able to watch them in order. *Nods*
Allons-y!
February 7, 2013
"How is it possible I'm the only sane person in the universe?"
Because of certain matters with an Alien invasion I had to fend off with a blunt blade, I now come before you a day late. But never fear, the earth is safe so that makes up for it.
Yesterday I caught a cold, which I promptly drowned in orange juice and Psych. Though I suppose one cannot drown anything in a TV show but grief, and if one wishes to do this one should avoid BBC. And for those of you who were asking about Psych, you read that right. I have finally started to watch it. I am liking it much more then I thought I would. So, now you can all be pleased with me and we can get on to other matters.
First off is the winner of the character introduction! Lachlan won the voting so, naturally, he will be first.
Lachlan is the youngest son of King Garolds. (Each of the princes have a different mother.) At the time of the book, Lachlan is nine. He has brown eyes and light brown hair.
Because of his father's dying order, Lachlan's life is now in danger from his three older, half brothers. They all agree to kill him first, since he is the youngest and likely the easiest to get out of the way. What they didn't count on was someone actually helping him and having to chance him all over the kingdoms.
Lachlan confused me for awhile, and in many ways he still does. The first time I had a character his age she was easier to figure out as I understand kids fairly well. But Lachlan wasn't an ordinary child. I discovered he liked the typical things all boys love. Bugs, dirt, and adventures. He was very much a child, and yet, at the same time he had a good grasp on being an adult. He understood well what was going on around him and what he was being called to do. He understood what those around him were willing to give up to keep him alive.
In the book, Lachlan fast attaches himself to Magda and Stefan. I did expect this at the time, but before I knew it he kind of adopted them and would tell them things about themselves even I didn't know. (But really, that is of little surprise.) Lachlan liked to surprise me in other ways. A lot of other ways. I think he is one of the most surprising characters I've ever had, and it was a lot of fun to write with him. He was innocent and wise, scared and brave, wise and childish all at once and I am hoping I get at least one more adventure with him.
And...I guess that is all. About him. Sorry if this was slightly incoherent. That is what happens late at night.
But before I go, as promised, I have this book's release date for you!
And it is...June 14th! So, soon. *Nods* *Blinks.* *Yawns*
Okay, I'm going to bed now. I hope you enjoyed getting to know a little about Prince Lachlan. And, voting is again open for next Friday's character!
Quote is from Psych.
Allons-y!
Yesterday I caught a cold, which I promptly drowned in orange juice and Psych. Though I suppose one cannot drown anything in a TV show but grief, and if one wishes to do this one should avoid BBC. And for those of you who were asking about Psych, you read that right. I have finally started to watch it. I am liking it much more then I thought I would. So, now you can all be pleased with me and we can get on to other matters.
First off is the winner of the character introduction! Lachlan won the voting so, naturally, he will be first.
Lachlan is the youngest son of King Garolds. (Each of the princes have a different mother.) At the time of the book, Lachlan is nine. He has brown eyes and light brown hair.
Because of his father's dying order, Lachlan's life is now in danger from his three older, half brothers. They all agree to kill him first, since he is the youngest and likely the easiest to get out of the way. What they didn't count on was someone actually helping him and having to chance him all over the kingdoms.
Lachlan confused me for awhile, and in many ways he still does. The first time I had a character his age she was easier to figure out as I understand kids fairly well. But Lachlan wasn't an ordinary child. I discovered he liked the typical things all boys love. Bugs, dirt, and adventures. He was very much a child, and yet, at the same time he had a good grasp on being an adult. He understood well what was going on around him and what he was being called to do. He understood what those around him were willing to give up to keep him alive.
In the book, Lachlan fast attaches himself to Magda and Stefan. I did expect this at the time, but before I knew it he kind of adopted them and would tell them things about themselves even I didn't know. (But really, that is of little surprise.) Lachlan liked to surprise me in other ways. A lot of other ways. I think he is one of the most surprising characters I've ever had, and it was a lot of fun to write with him. He was innocent and wise, scared and brave, wise and childish all at once and I am hoping I get at least one more adventure with him.
And...I guess that is all. About him. Sorry if this was slightly incoherent. That is what happens late at night.
But before I go, as promised, I have this book's release date for you!
And it is...June 14th! So, soon. *Nods* *Blinks.* *Yawns*
Okay, I'm going to bed now. I hope you enjoyed getting to know a little about Prince Lachlan. And, voting is again open for next Friday's character!
Quote is from Psych.
Allons-y!
February 5, 2013
"Before you say anything I'd like to remind you that I'm holding an ax."
Watching lots of detective shows can give ideas for two things. How to pull off the perfect crime, and how to avoid murderers. And, since I don't plan on pulling off the perfect crime I have decided to put all my concentration into learning how NOT to get murdered. You know, just in case.
Here is a list, just in case you ever get the feeling you are about to be murdered.
1. Avoid basements. Nothing screams murderer like a basement.
2. Whenever possible avoid kitchens. Kitchens are full of good murder weapons. Also, lots of people die in kitchens when home alone or at night. If you plan on having a midnight snack when home alone take the snack into your room before bed and stay there.
3. NEVER under ANY circumstances let your tea pot whistle. NEVER. This is key. Do you know how many people are killed the moment their pot whistles?
4. Attacks on stormy nights should be avoided. If you hear noises up there, don't go see what it is. It never ends well. Go visit your aunt for the night. Take your favourite pillow and call the police in the morning.
5. If you discover a villain's plan it is never wise to confront him on it. Don't go calling on him at nine at night to tell him you know all about what he is doing. Go to the police instead. They will find it more interesting and you will find it less deadly.
6. If someone black mails you, tell the police. NEVER go to the black mailer and say, "Oh yeah! You won't get away with this!"
7. Don't go jogging on the lonely forest path early in the morning. In fact, avoid lonely forest paths. They attract murderers like light attracts bugs. It is their hangout.
8. Stay out of alley ways. Now, I know this looks impossible in movies, but it really isn't that hard. Just, stay on the main road. This shouldn't even be listed, everyone should know this.
9. Don't mock a would be killer. It never ends well.
10. On that same note, it isn't wise to tell a would be killer that he doesn't have the nerve to do it. Nothing gives people the nerve like someone saying they won't do it.
11. Never work late in an empty building. No work is that important. Save it for the morning. Because if you do that, you will live long enough to do it in the morning.
12. NEVER park your car in a parking garage. Never walk in a parking garage. Never get into some else's car in a parking garage. Just, avoid parking garages. They aren't safe.
13. If there is a shady character in the elevator, get in anyways. Nine out of ten, the shady characters in the elevators are safer then the masked man you will meet when you decide to take the never used stair case.
14. And lastly. If someone doesn't like you and they come to a party where you are and yells, "I will kill you!" Hang out with some friends for the next year. Sure, he sounded drunk when he made the threat, but this is a supposed genus you're up against here. Very likely this is his attempt to pull of the perfect crime. Don't give him the chance to try it.
It also wouldn't hurt to watch lots of crime shows so you too will know all the best ways to avoid murderers. Most of the time it is just using common sense, and staying out of parking garages, but it never hurts to have a little extra help. And then, if you ever run into Sherlock you will be slightly clever and he might allow you to help him in solving a crime.
Quote is from Elementary.
Allons-y!
Here is a list, just in case you ever get the feeling you are about to be murdered.
1. Avoid basements. Nothing screams murderer like a basement.
2. Whenever possible avoid kitchens. Kitchens are full of good murder weapons. Also, lots of people die in kitchens when home alone or at night. If you plan on having a midnight snack when home alone take the snack into your room before bed and stay there.
3. NEVER under ANY circumstances let your tea pot whistle. NEVER. This is key. Do you know how many people are killed the moment their pot whistles?
4. Attacks on stormy nights should be avoided. If you hear noises up there, don't go see what it is. It never ends well. Go visit your aunt for the night. Take your favourite pillow and call the police in the morning.
5. If you discover a villain's plan it is never wise to confront him on it. Don't go calling on him at nine at night to tell him you know all about what he is doing. Go to the police instead. They will find it more interesting and you will find it less deadly.
6. If someone black mails you, tell the police. NEVER go to the black mailer and say, "Oh yeah! You won't get away with this!"
7. Don't go jogging on the lonely forest path early in the morning. In fact, avoid lonely forest paths. They attract murderers like light attracts bugs. It is their hangout.
8. Stay out of alley ways. Now, I know this looks impossible in movies, but it really isn't that hard. Just, stay on the main road. This shouldn't even be listed, everyone should know this.
9. Don't mock a would be killer. It never ends well.
10. On that same note, it isn't wise to tell a would be killer that he doesn't have the nerve to do it. Nothing gives people the nerve like someone saying they won't do it.
11. Never work late in an empty building. No work is that important. Save it for the morning. Because if you do that, you will live long enough to do it in the morning.
12. NEVER park your car in a parking garage. Never walk in a parking garage. Never get into some else's car in a parking garage. Just, avoid parking garages. They aren't safe.
13. If there is a shady character in the elevator, get in anyways. Nine out of ten, the shady characters in the elevators are safer then the masked man you will meet when you decide to take the never used stair case.
14. And lastly. If someone doesn't like you and they come to a party where you are and yells, "I will kill you!" Hang out with some friends for the next year. Sure, he sounded drunk when he made the threat, but this is a supposed genus you're up against here. Very likely this is his attempt to pull of the perfect crime. Don't give him the chance to try it.
It also wouldn't hurt to watch lots of crime shows so you too will know all the best ways to avoid murderers. Most of the time it is just using common sense, and staying out of parking garages, but it never hurts to have a little extra help. And then, if you ever run into Sherlock you will be slightly clever and he might allow you to help him in solving a crime.
Quote is from Elementary.
Allons-y!
