Well, first a reaction to Criminal Minds:

Poor Hotch! He shouldn't have had to make his idiot ex feel better when he is the one that was virtually raped by that freak. And I hate that Hotch's cracks are being chipped away by that man. He can't break. Or he'll go the way of Gideon.

And then to Supernatural:

I can't help but say that I am not entirely sure that I like the new and unsure Cas. There is something about that angel that I want to stay stiff and almost unforgiving. If he slips down the primrose path I fear for his validity as an angel in my mind. But I am looking forward to next week's episode. I LOVE alternate universe episodes. I love the idea that things can be different and can be changed by anything.

And lastly a book update:

Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman
Escape by Carolyn Jessop with Laura Palmer
Armageddon Summer by Jane Yolen and Bruce Coville
Brides of Eden by Linda Crew
Green Angel by Alice Hoffman
The Dollmage by Martine Leavitt
Cut by Patricia McCormick
Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card
Don't You Dare Read This Mrs. Dunphrey by Margaret Peterson Haddix
Johnny Tremain by Esther Forbes
Practical Magic by Alice Hoffman
The Freedom Writer's Diary by The Freedom Writers and Erin Gruwell
Zlata's Diary: A Child's Life in Wartime by Zlata Filipovic
Persepolis: The Story of a Childhood by Marjane Satrapi
Persepolis 2: The Story of a Return by Marjane Satrapi
Sideways Stories from Wayside School by Louis Sachar

16 / 24 books. 67% done!

Lookie at what I just read in an article about horror movies:

Anne Rice's "Vampire Chronicles" are also being rebooted (that's a fancy word for saying they're going to start renumbering the movies at "1").

Let us hope that they are done in such a way that they honor them instead of making another pop-culture mockery.

This bites. Sucks. On a scale of one to ten this ranks as a -47. *sobs tears of frustration and unfairness* Criminal Minds begins on Weds. I am off of work every single day save for that one until this weekend. *headdesk* Not . . . Fair . . . *sniffle*

Tee hee.

This entry is for anyone who might skim over my journal and wonder about the randomness that is some of my posts from here until I finish this project. And since no one but my t-chan really reads my journal this is more or less for watersaredeep and lanaura.

I have made a deal with my bestest best friend. 100 words turned into story. Not one continuous story. But 100 little ones. About 100 different people. Characters that my friend and I have been working on for years. In the end I am going to post them all with links to the various entries. I don't know if anyone besides my t-chan will care or read them, but here, none-the-less, is the explanation for them.

Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to at least 15 people and include me. Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think! Repost as "my life according to (band name)


Are you a male or female?
Most Girls

How do you feel:
Just Like A Pill

Describe where you currently live:
Nobody Knowz

If you could go anywhere, where would you go:
Gone to California

Your favorite form of transportation:
Glitter in the Air

Your best friend is:
Mean

What's the weather like:
I Have Seen The Rain

Favorite time of day:
Catch Me While I'm Sleeping

If your life was a TV show, what would it be called:
Save My Life

What is life to you:
Trouble

Your fear:
Misery

What is the best advice you have to give:
Unwind

Thought for the Day:
Leave Me Alone (I'm Lonely)

How I would like to die:
Sober

My soul's present condition:
Do What U Do

My motto:
God Is a DJ

It was snowing. He hadn't had much experience with snow in his twenty one years on the planet earth. And looking outside it was coming down in a single sheet of white fluff, like the cotton stuffing his mother used to fill the blankets she used to make to pay the rent. It was as if she was simply lifting it up over the window in order to surprise him into thinking that they were back in that mystical wonderland they'd created the year before she'd passed away.

It had been a terribly hot summer and his father was working two jobs in order to keep life afloat for the three of them. And his mother was making blankets by the ton. Lovely blankets for infants that were soft and were hand stitched with every animal that had been in Noah's vast ark. They were perfect in his six year old mind and even now as he stood, a grown man, watching the white fluff fall from his twelfth floor apartment, he could still see his mother painstakingly stitching each small dot of embroidery into the lion, the elephant, the giraffe for some rich woman's baby shower. And still he thought each was impeccable.

She'd hung a sheet of her precious stuffing over each of his windows and attached to one hung a note, carefully written in her meticulous script.

Jon,

It read.

Come find Momma for your surprise.

He'd not had the ability to read that last word, but his mother loved giving surprises. Once she'd had a friend of hers bring an amazing wolf cub over for him to see. The friend had worked in the zoo and was transporting it. His mother had persuaded them to give him the chance to see such a stunning creature. He had no idea what that friend had gained in return, however the memory was with him forever.

Out of his bedroom he torn that sweltering morning to find his mother sitting atop suitcases and wearing a heavily padded jacket that made her look a lot like the Michelin Man. His young head cocked to one side he giggled at the sight of his Marshmallow Mother. And in turn she giggled and held open her arms into which he happily was scooped up, kisses and cuddles ensuing as was their morning ritual.

Not long after his father had arrived home and they'd all picked up and left the house for an entire weekend. It was the last vacation he could remember until he graduated from high school. They had never had any extra money to spend on anything they didn't need. His father and mother had put aside their work and had reserved a tiny cabin on some mountain a couple of hours away in order to escape the heat. And because his mother wanted to be there when Jon first saw snow.

And at the age of six it had been astounding. He'd made snowmen and angel, had a snowball fight with his father and they even made their own snow cones. At night they spent the time telling stories in front of the warm fireplace and roasting marshmallow nearly identical to their coats, bought especially for the occasion. It was the best time he could remember from the whole of his childhood.

Even now, when tempered with the thoughts of his mother's needing to sit down and rest, having no energy and feeling utterly weak all the time, it was still one of the happiest moments of his young life. And the only time he could think of that his mother had been able to get away from her disease for a while.

A pigeon tapped against the windowpane, breaking through the memory and made him realize that he had no idea if that bird actually was a pigeon or not. He had to wonder.