R.C. Murphy's Blog, page 19
July 31, 2012
I Don’t Even…
Yes, I know. I missed a few weeks of True Blood reviews. No, I won’t go back and retro-actively review them. I can barely remember my own name right now, let alone episodes of a TV show. Hell, not even an hour after tonight’s episode I’m already having a hard time holding on to talking points. (I blame the email ping-pong match I was dragged into with my fellow ZSC commanders.)
Anyways, let’s get to the damn point:
I don’t even fucking know what the show is about any more.
The vampires go on an...
July 30, 2012
Writing Elsewhere Today
I have a guest post over on Skyla Dawn Cameron’s blog today. What are you waiting for? Go read it!
On a side note, if any other folks would like to have me guest post or do an interview on their blog, let me know.
July 27, 2012
Breakfast With a Werewolf (pt 2)
(Be sure to catch up with the story in Part 1)
In the shower, my hands went on automatic, washing the shoulder length blonde mop on my head. The one trait inherited from my mother’s side. She wore her thick blonde locks down to her waist. I couldn’t fathom how. Every time I washed mine, I got a neck ache.
Desperate for a distraction, I let my brain wander to thoughts of my mother. She’d been planning a trip. Probably to an impoverished country that needed help digging wells. Mom didn’t take vac...
July 24, 2012
Frustrated
This whole self-publishing thing has been a mixed bag. I got a lot of unexpected and very welcomed help from my friend, Jinxie, to get things rolling in the right direction as far as editing and formatting go. Without her, I’d still be crying in a corner. No, really.
After getting the files all loaded in their proper places, I thought I was done, with the exception of promotion. But oh no… it couldn’t be that damn easy.
Createspace has been a blessing. They did a great job with the print copy o...
July 20, 2012
Breakfast With a Werewolf (pt 1)
“I dreamed that I ate the dog last night.”
My eyebrows shot up so fast I thought they’d fly off and I gaped at the man sitting across the table. We only said a handful of mundane things since climbing out of bed—who’d make the coffee, which bread to use for toast—you know, normal things. The new turn in conversation took my caffeine-deprived mind by complete surprise. The only way he could’ve shocked me more would be if he jumped on the table and sang the national anthem backwards. In Latin.
In...
July 18, 2012
ALL The Things
First off, you’ve probably noticed that there isn’t a True Blood review this week. With the insanity of our trip to San Diego Comic-Con and everything else, I have yet to watch this week’s episode. Yes, I know, bad fan. Will likely watch tonight, but I’m not sure if I will review it since the week is already halfway over.
Next, I’d like to thank everyone that purchased jewelry from Murphy’s Miscreations prior to my birthday on the 11th. Your help ensured that I could treat my family to a very...
July 9, 2012
Puke is Sexy
I almost missed the opening scene of this week’s episode of True Blood, and I’m very, very glad that I didn’t. It gave me the best laugh I’ve had all dang week. As well as my weekly dose of a topless Alcide. Yeah, if I weren’t Team Pam, I’d take a lick up those abs…
Did mention it has been a long, trying week? My brain isn’t quite with the program right now. This is going to be a rather interesting review.
Poor Lafayette. The guy can’t catch a break. His lover is murdered and the body vanishes...
July 2, 2012
Remember The Fairies? Yeah, Me Neither.
Talk about grasping for friggen straws to reconnect the television series to the books… Which is really inconvenient since I JUST convinced myself to see them as separate universes with similar characters.
This week’s episode of True Blood took us back into fairy. Only this time it wasn’t a cocktail-party-gone-wrong all mushed up with an episode of the original Star Trek TV show.
I knew early in the show that Jason and Andy would be finding the fairy strip club. Don’t ask me how. It just felt l...
June 28, 2012
Vacation – Updated
For those keeping track on Twitter and Facebook, the fund raising efforts for my family’s trip to San Diego Comic-Con are not going well and life is having a good ol’ laugh at yours truly. Namely the fact that we’ve had two break-ins on our property this week alone, costing god-knows-what in antiques, tools, and memories.
I’ve been wracking my brain trying to figure out what I can do, other than jewelry sales, to get money and do it in a way that doesn’t trip my massive guilt meter.
Idea #1: Th...
June 27, 2012
Hatred in Death
The worst part of death is not the gnawing emptiness left in your heart as you fondly remember a person’s smile or the way they walked into a room and owned it with a hearty hello. It isn’t knowing that you’ll never receive another spine-cracking hug from them after weeks apart. Nor is it coming to the realization that one of the few people you could count on to drop everything and help you get out of a rough spot will never again answer their phone and say, “Be there in five.”
No, the hardest...
