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January 8, 2010
Beneath the Skin on BN.com
And while we're on the subject of book clubs, I'm thrilled to say that Beneath the Skin is a featured read for January on BN.com's paranormal/urban fantasy book club.
I'll be joining them all next week - January 11-16 - to answer questions and join in the discussion. Hope to "see" you there!
BN Paranormal Book Club
I'll be joining them all next week - January 11-16 - to answer questions and join in the discussion. Hope to "see" you there!
BN Paranormal Book Club
A Rush of Wings on Bite Club
A Rush of Wings is the January read for the book club featured on vampchix.com - BITE CLUB.
I'll be guest blogging there next week, giving away signed copies of my books, and participating in a chat during the first couple of days of February to answer any questions Bite Club members might have about A Rush of Wings.
Join in on the read and the fun!
Bite Club
I'll be guest blogging there next week, giving away signed copies of my books, and participating in a chat during the first couple of days of February to answer any questions Bite Club members might have about A Rush of Wings.
Join in on the read and the fun!
Bite Club
August 19, 2009
My Ghostbusters Adventure
A movie I love and watch again every so often - a love shared with my youngest son, Matt, - is *Ghostbusters.*
One of my favorite scenes is when the eggs pop out of the carton in Dana Barrett's kitchen and cook on her counter. At least, it used to be.
(Pause for dramatic music. C'mon! Cue the music! Dammit. Gotta do everything myself ... oh, wait. I'm the only one here, so *I'm* the freaking slacker.)
I was boiling eggs in the microwave in a container designed for that purpose, one I've used for several years. Works like a charm. Hard-boiled eggs in nine minutes. Perfection.
Until . . . (cue music - oh, frick. That's right. It's just me.)
Anyhoo, just as the eggs were cooking along, I heard a loud POP. I turned off the microwave, opened the door, and discovered all of the eggs had exploded. Egg carnage everywhere and I mean everywhere. I expected to see a miniature dog-thing perched on the splattered remains of the eggs and growling out the name ZUUL.
THERE ARE NO EGGS, ONLY ZUUL. (See what I mean?)
I quietly closed the microwave door, deciding cleanup could wait. Then I called my son and we had a great laugh.
Wait. Is that growling I hear from the kitchen?? And *sizzling?*
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One of my favorite scenes is when the eggs pop out of the carton in Dana Barrett's kitchen and cook on her counter. At least, it used to be.
(Pause for dramatic music. C'mon! Cue the music! Dammit. Gotta do everything myself ... oh, wait. I'm the only one here, so *I'm* the freaking slacker.)
I was boiling eggs in the microwave in a container designed for that purpose, one I've used for several years. Works like a charm. Hard-boiled eggs in nine minutes. Perfection.
Until . . . (cue music - oh, frick. That's right. It's just me.)
Anyhoo, just as the eggs were cooking along, I heard a loud POP. I turned off the microwave, opened the door, and discovered all of the eggs had exploded. Egg carnage everywhere and I mean everywhere. I expected to see a miniature dog-thing perched on the splattered remains of the eggs and growling out the name ZUUL.
THERE ARE NO EGGS, ONLY ZUUL. (See what I mean?)
I quietly closed the microwave door, deciding cleanup could wait. Then I called my son and we had a great laugh.
Wait. Is that growling I hear from the kitchen?? And *sizzling?*
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