<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626449438669965273</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 00:34:22 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Nina Mamone</title><description>Step Into My World - The Writing Life of A Paranormal Romance Author and Voracious Reader</description><link>http://ninamamone.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Nina Mamone)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626449438669965273.post-8386046945540240908</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2008 04:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-14T21:52:12.987-07:00</atom:updated><title>Personality Quiz</title><description>Just returned from NEC, which was lovely. But am fried. The proof - am mainlining the song "Montego Bay." So. Here's are some fun &lt;a href="http://www.buddytv.com/closedquiz/personality-quiz.aspx"&gt;quizes &lt;/a&gt;dealing with your favorite TV shows. I took the Supernatural one (of course), but pick your flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buddytv.com/closedquiz/closed-quiz.aspx?quiz=1000038"&gt;Which Supernatural Character Are You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.buddytv.com/closedquiz/images/results/spn-dean.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on &lt;a href="http://www.buddytv.com/Supernatural.aspx"&gt;Supernatural&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.buddytv.com/"&gt;Created by BuddyTV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6626449438669965273-8386046945540240908?l=ninamamone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ninamamone.blogspot.com/2008/04/personality-quiz.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nina Mamone)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626449438669965273.post-3612831921144790299</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Apr 2008 01:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T10:27:07.215-08:00</atom:updated><title>Beauty and the Geek</title><description>&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beauty and the Geek&lt;/em&gt; is the only reality show I watch, and it is so worth it. At first I was horrified at how...um...brainless those poor girls seemed, but after a while I came to the conclusion (perhaps false) that they simply have no confidence in their intelligence. Therefore, when they are put on the spot and asked questions that make them feel self conscious about that lack they totally blank out on the answer. They take refuge in a giggle and an answer pulled out of thin air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week I was scarred for life when it came time for two couples to go to elimation and it became clear that either Jim or Matt was going go. Matt is just plain adorable, but what makes me want to cry big tears is that Jim didn't make it to the makeover show. Srsly. I would love to see what he looks like under all that hair. He's already nice, but I think he's probably handsome as well. Sigh. Now I'll never know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfeHfywWzVU/R_bVm_C8uvI/AAAAAAAAACk/xFg2UHU8Tbw/s1600-h/cw-batg5-prt-matt_010412-e31eb1-116x80.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfeHfywWzVU/R_bVnPC8uwI/AAAAAAAAACs/P7FBxGlnSaY/s1600-h/cw-batg5-prt-Jim_010395-bcb705-116x80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185566890994219778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfeHfywWzVU/R_bVnPC8uwI/AAAAAAAAACs/P7FBxGlnSaY/s320/cw-batg5-prt-Jim_010395-bcb705-116x80.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6626449438669965273-3612831921144790299?l=ninamamone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ninamamone.blogspot.com/2008/04/beauty-and-geek.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nina Mamone)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfeHfywWzVU/R_bVnPC8uwI/AAAAAAAAACs/P7FBxGlnSaY/s72-c/cw-batg5-prt-Jim_010395-bcb705-116x80.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626449438669965273.post-8841783060334565292</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Mar 2008 00:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T10:27:07.754-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Hotness Is Not Lost!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfeHfywWzVU/R-rmJPC8urI/AAAAAAAAACE/yL6hQjBYDE8/s1600-h/normal_JiYeon-341.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfeHfywWzVU/R-rmJfC8usI/AAAAAAAAACM/T6YMGK127MY/s1600-h/thumb_JiYeon-365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182207371870255810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfeHfywWzVU/R-rmJfC8usI/AAAAAAAAACM/T6YMGK127MY/s320/thumb_JiYeon-365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfeHfywWzVU/R-rmJfC8utI/AAAAAAAAACU/_s2IhyvGc1U/s1600-h/thumb_JiYeon-366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182207371870255826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfeHfywWzVU/R-rmJfC8utI/AAAAAAAAACU/_s2IhyvGc1U/s320/thumb_JiYeon-366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfeHfywWzVU/R-rmJfC8uuI/AAAAAAAAACc/6GdQfX6LRAA/s1600-h/thumb_JiYeon-367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182207371870255842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfeHfywWzVU/R-rmJfC8uuI/AAAAAAAAACc/6GdQfX6LRAA/s320/thumb_JiYeon-367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfeHfywWzVU/R-rlqfC8upI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7wNdrT7ec0c/s1600-h/normal_JiYeon-341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182206839294311058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfeHfywWzVU/R-rlqfC8upI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7wNdrT7ec0c/s320/normal_JiYeon-341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm baaaaack. And to ease us all into the routine of things, here's the uber-hotness from Lost. The only way it could have been better was if Sawyer &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfeHfywWzVU/R-rl5PC8uqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8isUEgvmmNc/s1600-h/thumb_JiYeon-367.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was on that ship as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6626449438669965273-8841783060334565292?l=ninamamone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ninamamone.blogspot.com/2008/03/hotness-is-not-lost.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nina Mamone)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfeHfywWzVU/R-rmJfC8usI/AAAAAAAAACM/T6YMGK127MY/s72-c/thumb_JiYeon-365.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626449438669965273.post-8902047248295804710</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2008 01:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-09T19:28:07.770-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>writing</category><title>For Your Amusement</title><description>Anybody who's browsed through a bookstore knows how important the first page - heck, the first paragrah - of a book can be. It can be the difference between a wrinkled nose of disgust, or an Oh-I-must-buy-this-now face of delight. I believe a beginning must give the tone of the book, engage the reader with your character, and give some idea of plot; however, knowing this and getting it done are two different things. All I've determined up to this point in my career is when I &lt;strong&gt;haven't&lt;/strong&gt; done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know why a beginning is a big deal, hie on over to the &lt;a href="http://bookendslitagency.blogspot.com/"&gt;BookEnds Literary Agency Blog &lt;/a&gt;where the brave Jessica Faust and Kim Lionetti are taking 100 word starts, divided by genre, and picking their favorites. Go into one of the categories - go on, I dare you - and sift through the hundred or so of the offered beginnings. Current is Contemperary Romance. I've been following for a couple of weeks now and I never realized how quickly something can go from Oh, look at this...to, ew, stinky. I'm amazed at what some of these writers are able to accomplish in 100 words, and I'm so glad BookEnds did this exercise, because it reminds me of what a good beginning is. Miles vary, of course, but I don't think it's description, or something that is just there for shock value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I can, and because I'll be out for a week or two with family stuff, I'm submitting two of my beginnings for your perusal. One is...uh...slow, and one is from "Hard to Guard." Feel free to discuss amongst yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A wyrm is missing. Check your charges. For those AWOL, meeting &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;at seventeen hundred hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Connor McKenna read the message displayed on the pager cupped in his callused palm, his fingers clenching momentarily around the plastic. The pavement under his feet reflected the heat of the May sun up his jean clad legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The mingling of car exhaust, pollen and blacktop almost eclipsed the aroma of roasted meat and yeast wafting from the hot dog cart parked beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppressing a sigh, Connor shoved the beeper deep into his pocket. "Looks like we’re up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside him, his best friend Cisco Martin scowled into his own little black box. "That’s just super."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A discordant noise resonated through the air over the practice field. Startled, Eclestes jerked his head around in the direction of the library and its ancient clock tower. Was it ten o’clock already? Damnation! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With a muffled curse, he handed off the arrows to one of his men and strode quickly towards the castle. He was supposed to be standing in the throne room tucked safely away behind his father’s many advisors, not sweating in the archery field. He was late and there would be hell to pay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Eclestes!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The hail came from the stables. He turned to see his older brother, Samiel, cutting through the yard, his hair lank with sweat and stable grime. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6626449438669965273-8902047248295804710?l=ninamamone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ninamamone.blogspot.com/2008/03/for-your-amusement.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nina Mamone)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626449438669965273.post-7536673149477141844</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2008 13:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T10:27:07.969-08:00</atom:updated><title>Is That Viggo?</title><description>Last night I was watching the Oscars, and lo, what should I see on the red carpet but this -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170916586290280178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfeHfywWzVU/R8LJPREB9vI/AAAAAAAAABs/5IgR260Opi4/s320/ViggoMort_Mike_51388640_600_preview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;How adorable is he? Eastern Promises, indeed. And if you could see the frock coat he's wearing you would know he's given new meaning to term distinguished. What I've learned is that I think he's hot no matter how much or how little facial hair he's sporting, and that's good to know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To cast your own vote on the sexiness, go &lt;a href="http://dearsugar.com/1046441?r=headline"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6626449438669965273-7536673149477141844?l=ninamamone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ninamamone.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-that-viggo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nina Mamone)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfeHfywWzVU/R8LJPREB9vI/AAAAAAAAABs/5IgR260Opi4/s72-c/ViggoMort_Mike_51388640_600_preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626449438669965273.post-1605619353345422699</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2008 02:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-20T18:25:15.870-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>grammar</category><title>Wait...grammar can be sexy?</title><description>Had a birthday. Hurray. (maybe you can't read sarcasm in that sentence so I'll spell it out for you.) Hurray *sarcasm*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a reverse birthday present, here is a link to &lt;a href="http://www.slashaholics.org/thamiris/slash/Grammar.html"&gt;Thamiris' Sexed Up Grammar Guide&lt;/a&gt;. I love this site. I didn't know grammar could be so darned entertaining. If you like erotica, you will enjoy this site. If you like grammar, you will enjoy this site. If you liked the tv show Xena or Hercules, &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; grammar, &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; erotica, you will think you have died and gone to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Disclaimer* I think you can tell by the title that adult language is used at Thamiris' Sexed Up Grammar Guide. Just so you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? After reading that again, I'm smiling. Odysseys and Ecstasy: Grammar totally made my week, y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6626449438669965273-1605619353345422699?l=ninamamone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ninamamone.blogspot.com/2008/02/waitgrammar-can-be-sexy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nina Mamone)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626449438669965273.post-3856451789636522207</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2008 20:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-13T12:14:39.092-08:00</atom:updated><title>Revelations</title><description>Snow day. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd post a picture but it's too depressing. Two feet of snow on the back deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, hey, this is funny. This past weekend I found out I am ten times less cool than I thought I was. I was called on my pronunciation of the word "blog." Twice. Because I've been saying bee-log, not blog (that rhymes with slog.) And I've heard it pronounced correctly, I know I have. My brain, however, is dyslexic when it comes to this term and to me, blog and b-log, are interchangable. Ugh. At this point, I don't think it's correctable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had playdoh out today - every single can we own. As we cleaned up pink squishy blobs from the floor, my daughter says - "What do you do when you have to put a trash can in a trash can?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6626449438669965273-3856451789636522207?l=ninamamone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ninamamone.blogspot.com/2008/02/revelations.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nina Mamone)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626449438669965273.post-1648705192990859713</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2008 03:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-06T19:30:40.165-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Misc</category><title>Are you an Evil Overlord?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Ugh. Let's get a new post so my wrongness can be hidden. Not that I'm not pleased. I've even been accused of jinxing the poor Patriots. Hmmm, if that's true, I wonder if this talent translates to other sports/awards venues. Like, can I say Viggo Mortensen absolutely has no chance of winning an Oscar? I would love to be wrong about that.&lt;/p&gt;Now, as a writer, I understand the urge to have a villain monologuing on their cleverness. It's called exposition, people. And yet, at times, when such a thing occurs it defies logic and turns your villain from a mastermind genius into Charlie from "Flowers for Algernon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To avoid that, here's the top ten items from Peter's Evil Overlord list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Top 100 Things I'd Do If I Ever Became An Evil Overlord&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. My Legions of Terror will have helmets with clear plexiglass visors, not face-concealing ones. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. My ventilation ducts will be too small to crawl through. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. My noble half-brother whose throne I usurped will be killed, not kept anonymously imprisoned in a forgotten cell of my dungeon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Shooting is not too good for my enemies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. The artifact which is the source of my power will not be kept on the Mountain of Despair beyond the River of Fire guarded by the Dragons of Eternity. It will be in my safe-deposit box. The same applies to the object which is my one weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. I will not gloat over my enemies' predicament before killing them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. When I've captured my adversary and he says, "Look, before you kill me, will you at least tell me what this is all about?" I'll say, "No." and shoot him. No, on second thought I'll shoot him then say "No." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. After I kidnap the beautiful princess, we will be married immediately in a quiet civil ceremony, not a lavish spectacle in three weeks' time during which the final phase of my plan will be carried out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. I will not include a self-destruct mechanism unless absolutely necessary. If it is necessary, it will not be a large red button labelled "Danger: Do Not Push". The big red button marked "Do Not Push" will instead trigger a spray of bullets on anyone stupid enough to disregard it. Similarly, the ON/OFF switch will not clearly be labelled as such. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. I will not interrogate my enemies in the inner sanctum -- a small hotel well outside my borders will work just as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://eviloverlord.com/lists/overlord.html"&gt;(To see all 100 click here)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This Evil Overlord List is Copyright 1996-1997 by Peter Anspach. If you enjoy it, feel free to pass it along or post it anywhere, provided that (1) it is not altered in any way, and (2) this copyright notice is attached.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6626449438669965273-1648705192990859713?l=ninamamone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ninamamone.blogspot.com/2008/02/are-you-evil-overlord.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nina Mamone)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626449438669965273.post-5793483999771273820</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Feb 2008 23:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-03T15:33:32.673-08:00</atom:updated><title>Superbowl - Or How The Patriots Cut a Swathe Through History</title><description>Yeah, it's early, and I may have to change the title, but I have a bad feeling about this. I say a bad feeling, because despite having a husband who is right now colored head to toe in Patriot red, blue and silver, I, on the other hand, am not all about them. Mainly because I'm sick of them winning. I always love underdogs. Nobody likes an unbeatable juggernaut, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's just what the Superbowl was missing, by the way, a red carpet decorated by Ryan Seacrest. Thank goodness they've rectified that oversight. Maybe next year they can give away goody bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Kickoff. Nirvana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6626449438669965273-5793483999771273820?l=ninamamone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ninamamone.blogspot.com/2008/02/superbowl-or-how-patriots-cut-swathe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nina Mamone)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626449438669965273.post-7706337684018700130</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jan 2008 04:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-30T11:10:32.383-08:00</atom:updated><title>All Kinds Of Awesome</title><description>I just finished &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Extreme-Danger-Shannon-McKenna/dp/0758211872/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1201665729&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Extreme Danger&lt;/a&gt; by Shannon Mckenna, and that book was all kinds of awesome. Shannon Mckenna is one of my favorite authors, so much so that I went the day the book was released and plunked down $14.00 for it. The author has an MO which includes damaged alpha heroes, extreme danger (see what I did there?), hot sex, angry sex, and a knack for description that can be poetic at times. Ms. Mckenna describes an orgasm as "a glittering sugar rush" which is not only creative, as writing should be and not always is, but rings true. Her books are not for the faint of heart, as she doesn't shy away from emotionally and physically tortorous situations. This one dealt with organ harvesting, and none of the sections dealing with that were pretty. Not easy, but at the end I was wrung out as only a good book can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those wanting to see the video, which I strongly advise against, email me and I'll send you the link. The most important thing I learned from the whole fan/music video exercise? Make sure you really, really, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; love the song you use, and the show, because you are about to hear the song a thousand times, and comb through hours of episodes to find just the right moment. &lt;em&gt;Darn it, was it episode 2.14 where actor/actress gasped in horror and turned their face to the left while the camera panned in for a really emotional shot?&lt;/em&gt; But I really loved it and am currently working on a second one. Another unforeseen bonus is that I come out of Windows Movie Maker in excellent writing frame of mind. I mean, just in a focused, take no prisoners, cut pages and pages if I have to frame of mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6626449438669965273-7706337684018700130?l=ninamamone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ninamamone.blogspot.com/2008/01/all-kinds-of-awesome.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nina Mamone)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626449438669965273.post-6746986938665681096</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2008 02:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-21T19:02:59.754-08:00</atom:updated><title>Torchwood Captain Jack&amp;Captain John</title><description>Think you might like M/M? Well, this is a chance for you to find out. This is a fan video of the BBC series Torchwood. It contains James Marsters, for you Buffy fans out there, and is totally what everyone saw on TV, so it's not that graphic. Warning: contains male kissing and fighting to some kickass music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S-CJtXYUN0Y&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S-CJtXYUN0Y&amp;rel=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6626449438669965273-6746986938665681096?l=ninamamone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ninamamone.blogspot.com/2008/01/torchwood-captain-jack-john.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nina Mamone)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626449438669965273.post-7493219439944537437</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2008 02:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T10:27:08.219-08:00</atom:updated><title>Hot Ticket</title><description>&lt;div&gt;K A Mitchell's newest is out this week - &lt;a href="http://samhainpublishing.com/romance/hot-ticket"&gt;Hot Ticket&lt;/a&gt;. Ms. Mitchell is able to take ordinary young men and make you care for them without them being werewolves or cowboys. Nice trappings - I gravitate towards them myself - but I admire Ms. Mitchell's ability to tell a contemporary romance that's simply about two people connecting. That's all Cade and Elliott are - regular guys. I mean, one is a waiter and the other a travel agent - you can't get more regular than that. I really enjoyed this story, and my only comment would be - write faster, write longer. &lt;em&gt;Please.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elliot Graham doesn’t make mistakes. So when he ends up serving community service at a recycling plant for inadvertently buying stolen property, he’s certain it’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to him. That is, until he finds tickets to a sold-out concert in the trash, tickets that immediately disappear into the pocket of the hottest—and most exasperating—guy he’s ever met.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfeHfywWzVU/R5FqL5MS6cI/AAAAAAAAABk/-k5Za_ZT6eQ/s1600-h/hot+ticket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157019800879425986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfeHfywWzVU/R5FqL5MS6cI/AAAAAAAAABk/-k5Za_ZT6eQ/s400/hot+ticket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cade McKuen has never been one to follow society’s expectations. That’s why he’s serving time sorting trash for destroying his cheating ex-lover’s car rather than apologize. Finding those tickets is an unexpected bonus to an otherwise smelly sentence. But when cute, sputtering Elliot claims a share, Cade decides community service might be the best thing that’s happened to him all year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cade is determined to keep Elliot off balance and tap into the passion he senses is hidden under that buttoned-down exterior. Elliot is fascinated by Cade’s outrageous way of thumbing his nose at the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Opposites attract, but can passion be the ticket to something lasting?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6626449438669965273-7493219439944537437?l=ninamamone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ninamamone.blogspot.com/2008/01/hot-ticket.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nina Mamone)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfeHfywWzVU/R5FqL5MS6cI/AAAAAAAAABk/-k5Za_ZT6eQ/s72-c/hot+ticket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626449438669965273.post-4163576236180761912</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2008 17:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-12T09:43:42.919-08:00</atom:updated><title>Dragon Partee!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6626449438669965273"&gt;Paranormal Romance&lt;/a&gt; is spotlighting Dragons this month. Hop on over for a long list of Dragon themed romances, interviews, and other special features. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The entire household is gearing up for the New England Patriot's game tonight. I have to root for whoever they're playing against just to be contrary. Srsly, how many games can they win? Though Tom Brady and Randy Moss are cute together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DH's attention will be focused solely on the game from start to finish. We've had an invite to watch with friends, but he's refused on the grounds that he doesn't want to be distracted. Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6626449438669965273-4163576236180761912?l=ninamamone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ninamamone.blogspot.com/2008/01/dragon-partee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nina Mamone)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626449438669965273.post-6982053377984280248</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jan 2008 17:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-04T09:44:26.707-08:00</atom:updated><title>Video Madness</title><description>The video is done. Mostly. The question is, do I keep the craziness to myself or post it for everyone to see? Hmmm. The part of me that's able to write love scenes and send it out for general consumption says, "Post the darn thing. You know you want to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think I should attend film school so I can direct and write my own book trailers. Hire actors. Steady cams. Wardrobe. Lighting. I am out of control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6626449438669965273-6982053377984280248?l=ninamamone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ninamamone.blogspot.com/2008/01/video-madness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nina Mamone)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626449438669965273.post-2484200436158526408</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jan 2008 17:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-04T09:37:52.590-08:00</atom:updated><title>Favorite Friday</title><description>Look At You - Screaming Trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song makes my stomach hurt in the best way possible. How come I've never heard of this band before?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6626449438669965273-2484200436158526408?l=ninamamone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ninamamone.blogspot.com/2008/01/favorite-friday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nina Mamone)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626449438669965273.post-8319605765888433665</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2007 04:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T10:27:08.435-08:00</atom:updated><title>Distraction</title><description>The writing has taken a back seat this week while I give into the craziness of my muse and make a youtube music video. Why, you ask? Because in my weaker moments I'm a crazy fangirl. The learning curve was steep, but I am three minutes into a four minute song, and it ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that film editing is a lot like writing. You cut and splice the scenes so they fit into the space provided and don't put people to sleep. You make sure you have transitions, and that everything flows together to make, well, a story. I believe I might be good at this (she says humbly.) And that it is good training for book trailers, which will be my next hurdle. I'm slowing down at it though. Books don't get written in Windows Movie Maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is poker night, and I luuurve poker. We'll be just down the street, spending the evening with good friends, people who make me laugh a lot. Can't ask for more than that. Have a safe and Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfeHfywWzVU/R3hrgpMS6YI/AAAAAAAAABE/CluWSeFyv8A/s1600-h/funny-pictures-cat-with-santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149984382455572866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfeHfywWzVU/R3hrgpMS6YI/AAAAAAAAABE/CluWSeFyv8A/s400/funny-pictures-cat-with-santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6626449438669965273-8319605765888433665?l=ninamamone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ninamamone.blogspot.com/2007/12/distraction.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nina Mamone)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfeHfywWzVU/R3hrgpMS6YI/AAAAAAAAABE/CluWSeFyv8A/s72-c/funny-pictures-cat-with-santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626449438669965273.post-1097149504181172246</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Dec 2007 20:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-28T12:50:11.282-08:00</atom:updated><title>Detroit...My Kind Of Town</title><description>Hi, everyone. Okay, so have you survived the Holiday Season? I didn't think I would make it. Honestly. We flew to West Virginia to spend Xmas, and it takes two airplane rides to get there. I hate, hate, &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; flying. There are not enough hates to put in front of the word to convey how I feel. When I was younger I thought flying was a hoot, but as I've gotten older it's hit me how keeping a plane in the air is literally fighting the laws of physics. It doesn't help when my husband, who used to build airplane engines, says as we board, "Man, this plane is &lt;em&gt;old&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there was one part of the trip that surprised me pleasantly. I love, love, &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; the Detroit Airport. How can I love an airport? I don't know. But we spent a good half hour in front of the dancing water fountain, where by some marvel of engineering they have the water streams jump like fish (or tadpoles, as the kid said) and seem to retract on themselves. Okay, on second thought, I've seen people squirt water through their cupped hands in much the same fashion, but still. I was impressed. And the Light Tunnel in between the concourses? That tunnel...man was it &lt;em&gt;cool&lt;/em&gt;. Music that's a cross between easy listening and whales crying, light panels on the walls and ceilings morphing from crimson red, to indigo blue, to aqua green with the mood of the music. Very Logan's Run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand, I won't post a link here, but once again proving you can find anything at youtube, if you go there and type in Detroit Airport you can find videos of both the fountain (not so great) and the tunnel (good).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6626449438669965273-1097149504181172246?l=ninamamone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ninamamone.blogspot.com/2007/12/detroitmy-kind-of-town.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nina Mamone)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626449438669965273.post-8631997730479351528</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Dec 2007 05:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-18T21:11:04.219-08:00</atom:updated><title>Buy The World A Coke</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q8H5263jCGg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q8H5263jCGg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's enough stress running rampant right now to beat the Xmas spirit right out of me, but this is an antidote. It fills me with happy ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6626449438669965273-8631997730479351528?l=ninamamone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ninamamone.blogspot.com/2007/12/buy-world-coke.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nina Mamone)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626449438669965273.post-720034799983837280</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Dec 2007 02:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-12T19:00:01.074-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>writing</category><title>A word on pacing</title><description>I don't have much to say about pacing, except either I'm really good at it, or really terrible. But Hilary Sares has something to say at the Brava Authors &lt;a href="http://www.bravaauthors.com/blog/2007/12/12/let%e2%80%99s-talk-about-pace/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. Don't skip the comments, yo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6626449438669965273-720034799983837280?l=ninamamone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ninamamone.blogspot.com/2007/12/word-on-pacing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nina Mamone)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626449438669965273.post-3153298398358804822</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Dec 2007 00:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-12T18:30:53.448-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>culture</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Xmas</category><title>Popular Wednesdays</title><description>Um...is it okay for me to whip out a Christmas theme? I did wait until almost the middle of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Merry Christmas From The Family&lt;/em&gt; - Robert Earl Keene. This song...I cannot listen to it enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love, Actually&lt;/em&gt; - This may not be a Christmas movie, but I feel like it is. So many good things: Bill Nighy, Emma Thompson...Colin - the guy who goes to America absolutely certain his English accent will get him laid. Spoiler - it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How The Grinch Stole Christmas&lt;/em&gt; - Classic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gift Cards&lt;/em&gt; - Only for good places - like bookstores, and Starbucks. Sometimes I wonder if gift cards are like paying someone to write a term paper for you - you get a gift without all the gruntwork. Conceivably, you could stop at one store and do all your shopping for the entire season. I'm not that bad, but I would certainly rather by watching Supernatural than hazarding the soulless aisles of a superstore wondering if my father-in-law needs a new knife sharpener, no! a digital frame, no! maybe these DVDs? Are gift cards the easy way out of Christmas shopping?Maybe...but it's still a win/win for the giver &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; the givee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scarves&lt;/em&gt; - Ooooh, pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6626449438669965273-3153298398358804822?l=ninamamone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ninamamone.blogspot.com/2007/12/popular-wednesdays_12.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nina Mamone)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626449438669965273.post-2079113447765020604</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2007 01:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T10:27:08.770-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Misc</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>writing</category><title>It's My Xmas Party, And I'll Cry If I Want To</title><description>We had a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huge &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;weekend planned - a birthday party, my RWA chapter's party, my husband's company Xmas party, and a family Xmas party that should count as a reunion because there's usually at least 50 people there. Honestly, I didn't know if I could stand that much partying. Even so, I did not want to be sidelined by a cold, one that had reached the coughing, hacking, laryngitis stage. Still, perfect reason to sit on the sofa with my laptop and football going on the TV. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It seems that I can write through colds and flus, all kinds of stuff. But put an energetic child in the room and it's all over. I know my husband doesn't get it, but when I'm writing, my mind goes to a different place and I'm able to ignore a sniffly nose, or even a headache. If I can write, how come I can't vacuum? Well, probably because I like writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So everyone out there, just a reminder--it's cold season. Please be careful when you're doing this.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142152835752230146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfeHfywWzVU/R1yYwoPHfQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bj1s_POob9A/s320/funny-pictures-hamster-kiss-glass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6626449438669965273-2079113447765020604?l=ninamamone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ninamamone.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-my-xmas-party-and-ill-cry-if-i-want.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nina Mamone)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfeHfywWzVU/R1yYwoPHfQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bj1s_POob9A/s72-c/funny-pictures-hamster-kiss-glass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626449438669965273.post-6306571298911002887</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Dec 2007 23:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-05T15:56:53.537-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>culture</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Family</category><title>Popular Wednesdays</title><description>Ha! I made it. But this week shall be down and dirty. My favorite things this week are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Supernatural&lt;/em&gt; - Season 1 and 2 DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Couponz&lt;/em&gt; - so I can purchase Supernatural 1 &amp;amp; 2 DVDs without so much guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Xmas&lt;/em&gt; - So I can justify purchase as gift to myself. Because I deserve it. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spirit, Stallion of the Cimarron&lt;/em&gt; - we've watched about every animated movie ever made when I checked this out at the library. My daughter &lt;em&gt;loves it&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Spirit&lt;/em&gt; is about horses, and unlike other animated movies about animals, they don't talk to each other using words. They act like real horses, and express themselves with their body language, ears, tail--and, yeah, big emo eyes. But there's not much dialogue in it, hardly thirty lines, and she had to do a lot of work to follow what was going on. It wasn't just spoon fed to her--she had to pay attention, to interpret. I couldn't believe she was watching it. But then I check on her and she's sniffling. Because watching the horses emote their sadness made her sad for them. Aw. Sniff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6626449438669965273-6306571298911002887?l=ninamamone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ninamamone.blogspot.com/2007/12/popular-wednesdays.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nina Mamone)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626449438669965273.post-5930964693654012837</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Dec 2007 18:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T10:27:08.986-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>writing</category><title>When in doubt, go deep</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfeHfywWzVU/R1MEqoPHfPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WsAGcMMjwic/s1600-R/indycatwilln128391003440000000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139456730161708274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfeHfywWzVU/R1MEqoPHfPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_JAxSTwLaLY/s320/indycatwilln128391003440000000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 Starbucks - My hubby enabled my habit today. He took the kid to run errands and very considerately brought my favorite - and when I say considerate I mean it. He thinks Starbucks is a complete waste of money, akin to throwing it into the trash (I never said it wasn't.) I'm so glad I had my 4 year old memorize my order. You think I'm kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big shout out to my genius CP Celeste. She pointed out something that rolls like an eighteen wheeler across all my wips. What did she say? Get into some Deep POV, sistah! So simple I should have been able to see it, but I didn't. All I could do was wring my hands and say, "Something's not right!" Suddenly I know what to do in every single place I was having trouble. Thanks, Celeste. Now we're even for the tag line excision ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6626449438669965273-5930964693654012837?l=ninamamone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ninamamone.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-in-doubt-go-deep.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nina Mamone)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfeHfywWzVU/R1MEqoPHfPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_JAxSTwLaLY/s72-c/indycatwilln128391003440000000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626449438669965273.post-6707265310514715707</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Nov 2007 02:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-02T10:51:01.532-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Family</category><title>It Ain't Christmas...</title><description>Began the annual gorging on Christmas season specials with a brand new offering--Shrek the Halls. In it, Donkey says something very profound, as Donkey often does. "Christmas is all about big fights. My mama used to always say, Christmas ain't Christmas till somebody cries."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, this time of year can bring out big emotions. I can think of only a few Christmases where there hasn't been one crisis or another, especially in the extended family--aunts, uncles, children, dogs, cat people who hate dogs, dog people who wish the cat people would just shut up and ignore the dogs, etc. Oh, come on. It can't just be my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6626449438669965273-6707265310514715707?l=ninamamone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ninamamone.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-aint-christmas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nina Mamone)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6626449438669965273.post-6153220710191329340</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Nov 2007 00:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-29T16:35:23.242-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>culture</category><title>Popular Wednes...okay, Thursday</title><description>Yesterday - 1 Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;Today - 1 Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go through this in the most meaningful way possible, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite things this week are--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Supernatural&lt;/em&gt; - Newly converted and loving it. Lame special effects? Who cares? This is about the Sam and Dean &lt;em&gt;relationship&lt;/em&gt;, their backstory and angst. One brother who has devoted his life to killing monsters and who never wants to do anything else. Another brother who just wants to be normal, but is continually sucked back into the lifestyle as he cannot abandon his brother. Oh, it hurts so good. Those boys are too young for me, but I so don't care. I love them so much I am reading episode recaps on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Television Without Pity&lt;/em&gt; - better known as Snarks R Us. Their Lost recaps make me pee my pants. As I read the SPN recaps, and find out things I might want to see live, I go to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;youtube&lt;/em&gt; - where wonderful people have posted from all the episodes. So I watch SPN, and favorite clips, and wish there was someone around who understood my love for the boys, and the joy I feel when I watch the Supernatural Drinking Game, and the clip montage running to the "I Killed Kenny" Southpark song. Alas, there is only one...and she is to blame for my current obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it any wonder I don't get anything done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special shout-out to &lt;em&gt;snowcap brownies&lt;/em&gt; at Starbucks, and to &lt;em&gt;Bones&lt;/em&gt;, who this week gave all the Booth/Brennan fans a gift when they kissed under the mistletoe. The kiss? Very tame, lips pressed together like they were kissing their brother/sister. The result--Booth ends up with Brennan's gum. Very hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6626449438669965273-6153220710191329340?l=ninamamone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ninamamone.blogspot.com/2007/11/popular-wednesokay-thursday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nina Mamone)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>