It’s Spring. Thank God, Hallelujah, and at last. :)
I believe there’s something to the idea that the older you get the longer the winters seem to last. This past one seemed to start early and, once it dug its heels in, it was here to stay a while.
But I can smell the new season now. There’s a scent that comes with the newly-fertile earth, a softening of the air, the sensual perfume of hyacinths, and the thick, sweet smell of freshly-mown grass.
There’s also an intangible something about this season—an excitement. Expectation. That on-edge feeling, similar to the anticipation that comes at the peak of twilight, and it always makes me restless. The feeling that anything can happen, that it’s not too late, that magic still lurks beneath the creamy caps of mushrooms and in spurts of soft spring rain.
It’s Spring. Thank God, Hallelujah, and at last.
All of the whispers and advance reviews I’m hearing about the new STAR TREK movie are pretty much in agreement that it’s
AWESOME!! 
I can’t wait! 
While nothing will ever match the original for those of us who are semi-Trekkies, I’m really looking forward to seeing this.
Meanwhile, I’m beaming over to the CHICAS site today.
Please join us! :)
May I just say, for the record, that I’m not a big fan of angst in storylines?
I guess that could be because I seriously suck at writing angst, huh?
I mean, I know it has its place in certain storylines. And God knows I do my personal share of whining sometimes.
But honestly! When I’m writing, I’m good for two, maybe three paragraphs at a time of the protagonist going on, verbally or mentally, about how sad their lot in life is.
Then I’m ready to drag a supporting character in from the shadows somewhere to advise them to get a freaking grip, maybe slap them around a little.
Yes, I know. It’s a shortcoming on my part and I plan to/need to work on it.
But honestly! When they get on a roll, I feel like enacting that scene from the movie “Airplane”—the one where everyone lines up to take a shot at the hysterical woman?
Yeah. Like that.
Apparently, Superman co-creator Joe Shuster had a somewhat dark side when it came to some of his drawings.
Apparently, so did Superman and Lois Lane.
In the newly-released book, “Secret Identity: The Fetish Art of Superman’s Co-Creator Joe Shuster” (Abrams ComicArts), some of Mr. Shuster’s underground art, done when he was down on his luck, is reproduced. Some of the characters look very much like Lois and Clark, and include panels with naked women brandishing bullwhips, men wielding red-hot pokers, spankings, and torture.
The Daily Planet must’ve been an interesting place to work. 
I’m blogging at the CHICAS site today. Join us—or else. :bandit:
THIS IS A BLOG HIJACK. NOBODY MOVE! 
It’s TIME……….FOR RAINE’S BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!! WOOT WOOT!
*drags out the dancing Vampires and pops the cork on the Champagne*
Now you can move!
Yes, yes, again I suck.
Been a lousy blogger. Whatever, lol. :sleep:
Frankly, I’m giving a lot of thought as to whether I’ll even continue this blog. It’s an ongoing internal debate, still mulling it over.
But for today, I’m blogging at the CHICAS site. Hope you’ll join us. :)
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