It’s Super Sabado! Whoopee! The first Super Sabado in weeks that I don’t have a snack bar hatchet of doom hanging over my pretty little head, either, so let’s par-tay!
We need…
Mariachis!
Except I’d rather have my mariachis looking a little more like this…
Whoops… where’d the upper half of him go???
That’s better. If you were expecting Antonio Banderas, I’ll have you know Carlos Gallardo was the first and best Mariachi. Make yourself at home, Carlos, honey.
Now we’ve got some hopping music, let’s bring on the margaritas! Today we’ll have a full buffet, too. I’m springing for the works! Don’t worry about the expense or the calories… after all, it’s virtual!
Don’t tell me he’s going to…no, no he’s definitely approaching the desk, he stops and looks down at the book, and he’s…and he’s, he’s picking it up, he’s definitely picking it up. Not only that he’s actually flipping the pages! He’s flipping the pages, folks! Oh the tension is nearly unbearable and yes yes! he’s doing it, folks, he’s actually doing it, HE’S READING ULYSSES!!! HE’S READING ULYSSES!!!!!
A momentous moment, brought to us by the bravery of Richard Lewis. You go, Richard! Read that Ulysses!(Via Genre Neutral)
“The unicorns are freaky, Mom.”
Kristen‘s daughter, definitely not in a party mood, but we’ll share our fajitas with her anyway, seeing as how she’s got the picking finger of doom, and all.
In honor of this idea, my friend and I got up and started doing the hokey-pokey (blame the cocktails). It was then that our husbands walked in from playing golf.
Teri started partying a little earlier than we did, but hey, the hokey-pokey sounds fun! Especially El Mariachi’s version! We’re up for it!
The grub-like fruits are very tasty and would, I imagine, make a delicious crumble or flan.
Hmmm, Mr. McLellan… normally you’re spot-on with your culinary descriptions, but something about the term, “grub-like” is a bit of a downer, you know?
When Scott lances the beast, bug gunk spurts down the makeshift sword, oozing onto Scott’s arms and clothes. It certainly won’t put you in the mood for pudding.
Yuck! An understatement, to say the least, from Exclamation Mark’s B-Movie Reviews. Uh, E.M., stay away from the guac, will you?
Auggie and I head up the street just as he impales it on his stick and hurls it towards the woods. (I’m shreiking with disgust–to the delight of my sleeping neighbors I’m sure). IT DOESN”T COME OFF THE STICK. He flings it again and it flys off and hits a tree and bounces back towards him and he has to duck to avoid being hit by the rotting possum carcus.
Bleah! Susan! Ick! Ugh! What is with you guys today? Nasty! (We think Susan’s hubby needs to work on his aim a bit, don’t you?)
He’s learning a lot, and I’m sure with a little more encouragement, he’ll eventually be housebroken. I cleaned the carpets today.
April of Desperate Writer, and if you think she’s talking about her man, HA! She’s not!
I’ve been Smacked!
Yeah, that’s what we’re feeling like, too, Michelle—no… wait! Michelle really did get smacked!
I am seriously titivated, I don’t mind admitting.
Bernita Harris, who has every right to be titivated, if you ask us, what with all this dead possum and spider ichor and stuff flying around Carlos Gallardo’s head and everything.
There are no hard, nor fast rules. Every writer finds his or her own rhythm. This morning’s sex scene ate away a full hour and thirteen minutes of my prime writing time, directly attributable to an overuse of semi-colons.
Whoa, Lala, talk about changing the subject!
Er, Lala… Give Carlos some breathing room, will ya?
7. Speak only in a “robot” voice.
8. Push all the flat Lego pieces together tightly.
9. Start each meal by conspicuously licking all your food, and announce that this is so no one will “swipe your grub”.
From “Ways to Annoy People,” a list featured by Bonnie Calhoun. Squirt swears he had nothing to do with writing it, but we’re not sure we believe him.
Depending on how it turns out – I may post a pic – wouldn’t that just make everyone’s weekend!?!?!?!
Yes, Dennie, it would! And Carlos wants you to know that your cowboy with the six-pack abs ain’t got nothing on him.
I admit I was only half listening, expecting to hear some tale about winning a quadrillion-piece Lego model of the Hockey Hall of Fame, or about a skateboard equipped with a soft drink dispenser and XBox, or about winning the NBA championship as the star player on a team of muskrats. So you can imagine my shock when he said, “I dreamed I was kissing this cute girl I saw at the pool yesterday.”
They’re growing up too fast, TC. And don’t let that boy near the pool for a bit, okay? Just to be on the safe side.
The Overlord of the Universe is of course a so-far nonexistent position, but Sponge Girl is hoping to create it before Tom Cruise thinks to appropriate the idea.
We hate to tell you, Sponge Girl, but we think you’re too late.
Also nice to learn that I’m a neo-goth-pulp-noir author. Next time anyone asks me what kind of an author I am, I can finally tell them. I wonder if there are any other neo-goth-pulp-noir authors out there. We could form a society or something.
This is an interesting conversation! We’ll join your society, Neil. Where do we sign up? Gals! Neil’s starting a club!
I’m really sorry and I have many friends who do it, but I’m going to say it anyway.
Aw, Melly, we hoped you were about to give us tips on neo-goth-pulp-noirisms, but we guess those Blogger hacks are pretty useful, too.
Hooray! Hubby says I’ve got to get off the computer because he’s going to take us to a REAL Mexican restaurant! With REAL margaritas!
So I’ll wrap this up: for those of you who’ve stayed until the very end, here’s a series of videos that tell a cute little tale of feline/avian one-upmanship.
Part I:
Part II:
And Part III:
I come back from the restaurant and discover Dennie’s little boy has two broken ankles! Poor kid! Hang in there, you guys!
Picking finger of doom Girl enjoyed the DHL vids.
Glad you got a real margarita and good food.
How about some key lime pie? I think with all the painting I’ve done, I need to get one. 😀 I’ll share. 😉
Happy Saturday/Sunday and yeah! No more snack bar.
Key lime pie… ymmmmmmmmm…
Yowza, I’m not supposed to be up right now, Kristen. It’s way past my bedtime! And now I find a partner in my nocturnal crime.
There’s something neo-goth-pulp-noiristic about this thread…
Splattering possum guts, Batman!
So, Bernita… where’d you and Carlos head off to after the party wrapped up, hmmmm?
LOL – I will get the hubby to take a pic when he gets home… and Carlos – my dad’s family is from Missouri – the show-me state – I need hands on proof – hehe
I love the parakeet and cat. Especially the whistle. LOL
Hubba hubba, that was SO worth the wait! You’ve out done yourself :o)
I can so relate to Bonnie Calhoun’s “sticking the Lego pieces so tightly together”! LOL, we’d do that as kids all the time just to annoy each other!
Lala Scrivano says Carlos can stick his mariachi under her bed anytime.
You know, I’m so grateful that you are out there highlighting my best bits of prose. Well, if vintage sci-fi/horror reviews can be considered “prose.”
Honestly, I chuckled to myself when I wrote that piece on the bug gunk and pudding, but I thought, “no one will catch this; it’ll be skimmed over.”
And here you are sharing my work with an audience I could have never hoped to reach on my own. Thank you!
And I thought my writing would only appeal to men.
Hey, Mark, it’s always nice to see your gravatar in my comments section. B-movies should overcome any gender divide, I think.
M.G., you tell Lala how much I enjoyed her revamped version of “Cielito Lindo”. That gal really knows how to belt out a song.
Hey, Michelle! Your neck of the Southern Hemisphere sure has been rocking and rolling lately! Scary!
🙁