not the colbert report

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I so enjoyed the “Daily Showesque” video blog by the Daily Show writers the other day and I was hoping that The Colbert Report would follow suit. They have and it is made of awesome.

I stole it from Wil Wheaton again because hey, it’s not everyday you get to steal from Wesley. (That was for you, Maria. Yes, this is the same Wil Wheaton from Star Trek fame…his third book is out, if you wanna support the writer not just the actor…)

I’m tired and a little cranky this morning. I have to finish Bite Me! today before I go shopping for new house stuff. Of course, I just want to shop. But nope. I’m going to power through. I think I have about 10 pages left….

Then I’ll spend the week revising based on Louisa’s and Maria’s comments and get it to my awesome editor by Friday! Whoohoo!

a late night blog

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Tonight was girls’ night out with my college roommates and my BFF from high school. Yes, that’s right, I said high school.

We were celebrating Jenn’s 40th birthday. This is just after we celebrated PamPam’s 40th. God, my 40th is creeping closer, but thank God we have to go through Nick’s and then Fishdog’s before we get to mine. I’ve got 1 year and 4 months to go and I’m savoring every second.

Now I’m wound up. I’m a little sleepy, but not tired enough to go to bed. So I’m looking for someone to play with. Nobody is online, nobody is awake. It’s just me and my computer.

and my cell phone.

I could text Feisty. She might be awake. Of course, she’s probably doing something naughty. She’s always up to something naughty…

Today was another good writing day. Good as in I wrote quite a few pages…I’m not sure that the pages are high quality. We’ll soon see, I suppose.

Wow. My son is totally talking in his sleep. I can hear him all the way through the house. Awesome. Fishdog does that too, especially when he’s really tired. Or really stressed. Or feeling guilty…

I could keep typing here, but I really have nothing to say. It’s not a drunk blog, because I’ve only had a couple of beers and that was a long ass time ago. (really good beers, though.) Besides, if this was a drunk blog, it would be funnier. It’s really not very funny. I might even delete it.

If I had another couple of beers, I might tell y’all about the sex talks we had tonight. We even discussed my love of Gay Porn and who we’d switch teams for. But I’m outta beer so you’re outta luck.

peace y’all.

not the daily show

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Miss The Daily Show? Me too.

I wish the idiot corporations would get their heads out of their asses and settle with the writers. But they aren’t and everyone else is suffering. As a writer, I’m offended. As a viewer, I’m pissed off.

Anyway, if you miss The Daily Show, watch this video. I promise, even knowing all you want to know about the strike, this is totally worth watching if you’re a Daily Show fan.

Thanks to Wil Wheaton for posting this so I could steal it. I needed a fix.

Okay, I’m back to writing. Yesterday was a good day, today will be better. This weekend will be wrapped up in house stuff, so I need to finish. (starting to sound like a broken record, eh?)

i’ll be back…

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I’m in the trenches, finishing Bite Me! and trying to do this whole buying a house thing. Plus I still have to play the role of Momma while living at home with my momma. (that ends Monday!) And then there’s the fallout of having to clean up the mess the asshole thieves tried to make of our bank account. Gee, any wonder why I call this blog Mel-O-Drama?

Anything going on with y’all?

FWIW, I would rather be here right now:
Where would you rather be?

this makes me very happy.

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CHILDREN’S: YOUNG ADULT
Marley Gibson’s GHOST HUNTRESS series, featuring a transplanted Chicago teen who begins to experience a psychic awakening, then forms a ragtag ghost hunting team to research and battle the belligerent ghosts in her historic Southern town, to Julia Richardson at Houghton Mifflin, in a very nice deal, in a three-book deal, by Deidre Knight of The Knight Agency (NA).

This is my very good friend, and the only thing that would make me happier about this would be if this announcement came with a side of Fabio Cannavaro.

And I read her proposal, so I know it rocks like Alice Cooper!

I am soooo happy for you, Marley. Congratulations, my friend!

thieves suck

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Seriously. Get a job. Quit violating people and making them feel vulnerable by stealing from them.

So, Fishdog’s wallet was stolen. It was in his soccer bag with about $200 worth of soccer gear, mind you. He left the bag in the van as he has done countless times before and forgot his wallet was in there. In the middle of the night Sunday (hello! shouldn’t there be some law against stealing on the Lord’s day?), some asshole decided to pilfer it. And that same asshole has been traipsing across central Arkansas using it at every gas station and Wal-Mart he can find.

Anyway, things could be worse. We’ve taken care of all the details and now we just hope he gets busted. That would make my day.

the house hunting diaries…

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Yesterday, Fishdog and I spent several hours with our real estate agent (whom I love, love, love) house hunting. I had seen one of the houses a couple of times and we kept coming back to it. So I needed to look at it once more to see if it was gonna stay on our list or be voted off.

I think we voted it off. We could make it work, but this being a buyer’s market, we have too many options.

The next house we went to see was technically perfect. It was totally remodeled and nicely done at that. All we would’ve had to do would be replace the ugly ass front door, fence in the backyard and build a deck. I liked the house a lot but for some reason, it left me cold. I kept thinking as we were looking at it, “I should love this house.” But I didn’t love it. I liked it. We kept it on the list but I knew this wasn’t going to be our house. We moved on.

The third house we went to see was very typical of us. We like the 50s-70s style ranch homes (my God, they are so sturdy) and this house was built in 1955. I actually expected not to like it. I had seen the pics and it just didn’t look like a place I wanted to live.

I was wrong. It was such a funky, fun little place. It needs quite a bit of work. (new countertops, remove cabinets from over the bar to open up the kitchen, refinishing floors and new lights) But the house has personality and character. It moved to the top of the list.

Then we went to see the Love Shack. This house is everything I’ve ever wanted. It’s in a neighborhood that was built around several lakes, it has a pool, hot tub, awesome alien looking dome pool house, decking all around that is in mint condition…and it still has the original 70s wall paper in the house. Totally cool. It needed a LOT of work (imagine that) but I loved it. And i wanted it. Bad.

But, I had to be practical. (That is so hard for me) And in the end, after I listed out the pros and the cons, we decided it was not the house for us. (I’m still a little in mourning, but honestly it really wasn’t the right house for us.)

We’ve made an offer on House #3 (but it’s #1 in our hearts) We’re taking the boys there today to look at it with them, sign the paperwork and hope that in a few weeks, we’ll have our own home in Little Rock, AR.

Now, if there’s anyone out there wanting a great deal on a beautiful home in Oxford, MS…let me know.

writers supporting writers

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The WGA strike sucks…but not for the reasons you think. Sure, there’s a good chance I’m going to through withdrawals over my addiction, but that’s okay. Because I support the strike. They deserve to get paid. Watch this video to understand what the strike is all about.

Speaking of writing…I’m almost there! First draft is [] this close to being done! Whoohoo!

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I am not feeling particularly witty or bloggy today. But I have been a good blogger lately, so I thought I would continue the trend.

Did you know this is NaBloPoMo? Yes, instead of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) they’ve created a National Blog Posting Month. My friends and very witty bloggers, Killer and Liz, are participating. You should go check them out. There’s no telling what today’s topic will be. Usually it’s balls, or farts, or booze–sometimes their blogss hit the tri-fecta and cover all three topics in one post! I’ve been so buried in my cave, I haven’t even been able to read all their posts for the month, yet. But I have them marked unread on my google reader so I can go back and enjoy them when I finish the book.

Speaking of the book and balls–yesterday sucked monkey balls. Blech. I wrote 3 pages. I couldn’t concentrate. I am my own worst enemy when it comes to distraction. I can be sitting in a dark room with nothing but a laptop and before you know it, I’ve been playing with a piece of lint on my shirt for an hour. Seriously, focus is not my friend.

But today is another day.

Fishdog is in town now. Wonder if he’ll stay out of my hair. If the man wanted hair, he could try to regrow his own, you know?

Oh, and to the person in Iowa who googled:

my farts smell disgusting what is wrong with me

Thanks for stopping by, and good luck with finding a cure for that. If you do find one, could you let me know? I live in a house with all boys and sometimes, they asphyxiate me with their heinous anuses. or would that be ani?