Author: Melia

CherryPop McGee Returns

She’s back. After quite the hiatus, I’m back at it with the CherryPop McGee story that I hope one day becomes a book. In fact, I know it will because I’m going to self-publish it, hehe 🙂 So whether it’s crap or really good, I will at least be able to say I wrote a book 🙂

I hope it’s good though. I’ve also revived the website, and I’ve released three chapters and the prologue so far. Interspersed with the chapter releases are blog posts from the two main characters themselves: CherryPop and Liam (the Zombie). Liam and CherryPop are also on Twitter, though things aren’t looking so good for our girl as she’s become the victim of a Stupid Zombie bite that was infected with something and now she’s out cold. You’ll have to follow them on Twitter to find out what happens next.

I’m slowly building up a little ‘verse for my story that I hope can get noticed and (hopefully) is enjoyed by folks who dig on Zombie/Magic/sci-fi-y type stories. Ican’t narrow down a genre to pin this to yet.

I also have plans to do a podcast, maybe 30 minutes or so on Zombies that would end with the release of another chapter of the story. I figured I could do Zombie trivia, have someone review a Zombie movie and umm, other Zombie stuff. It’s a Zombcast. Or will be if I can recruit helpers. If anyone reads this, get a hold of me and let me know if you’d like to help me out 🙂

So that’s me done pimping what I’m up to. This is my main project right now in my free time and I am having an absolute blast working on this.

A day at the park(s)

We did a wander around a couple of parks on this Day of the Zombie. Weather was cold and gloomy, but we enjoyed nonetheless. These were taken at Stolley Park and Pier Park in GI. My dad might want to note that the cool cave he told me kids used to play on has been cleaned up and reopened in all it’s fort-like glory 🙂

Our Furry Leader

The 50s on 5 channel on XM satellite radio, when Matt the Cat was on the air, was my favourite channel. Matt knows every square inch of some of the most influential, important music in recent history and he poured his heart and his soul into his shows ‘Night Prowl” and “Harlem”.

He’s put together a couple of videos that showcase both shows, though the Night Prowl video is bittersweet as it was his last show. Shortly after returning from his wedding and honeymoon to my sister, XM/Sirius laid him and around 80 other XM DJs (keeping most of their, frankly quite shite, Sirius DJs) off.

If I sound bitter, well, I am. But Matt the Cat will be back baby 🙂 He already sort of is, if you visit his website, mattthecat.com, every Friday you can still listen and vote in his popular Friday Night Cat Fight, where two artists who each recorded the same song, square off and YOU decide which one is the best.

But if you have a free 16-17 minutes, watch the videos and give your ears a real treat as Matt the Cat, our Furry Leader, spins some discs, imparts some knowledge and takes us all back to when music truly rocked.

Night Prowl:

Harlem:

A little nostalgic

I thought today might be a little rough. It’s the anniversary of the day my mom died. Logically I know that reminding myself of that isn’t the best way to ‘move on’ but it was a pretty horrible day and I don’t know that I’ll ever get over it really.

But instead of being a melancholy eejit all day, I had someone wonderful spend time with me and keep me quite cheerful and happy. It was lovely and I’m totally grateful to you for that honey. I told you that on Twitter, but I’m saying it here too. Thank you for being so awesome.

Speaking of awesome, he also took a walk down Nostalgia Ave today and twitpic’d a bunch of freaking adorable pics of him as a little boy that I’m still going, ‘Awwwww’ over. It put me in the mood to do the same. Luckily, I had to clean out our laundry room tonight (because I bought a washer and dryer – woohoo!! but that means one less storage spot for all my crap hehe) and found a few pics I figured I’d share.

They are: two pics of my beautiful mother from when she was in high school. Junior and Senior pix I believe; one of me with two of my cousins – I was 2 apparently, but man, totally thought I was older; and one photo booth strip of the kidlet and me. She looks about 3 in it so would have been ’93 or ’94.

Angel Between the Lines auditions are coming soon

From the folks who brought you Buffy Between the Lines comes… Angel Between the Lines! Read the info below and consider joining an awesome team to produce or BE in this cool audio drama podcast. It’s gonna rock and I’m not just saying that because I co-wrote the first episode 😀

auditionsAngel Between the Lines is coming soon! The first season of Angel Between the Lines deals with the summer between AtS Season 3 and Season 4. Join the gang as they deal with Angel and Cordelia’s disappearances and stick around for the season finale: Angel – the musical! (We’re not even kidding). This season consists of 12 episodes and a lot of surprises along the way.

From the team that brought you Buffy Between the Lines comes the next fan-created audio drama sensation.

Auditions and crew signups start on March 7th – 21st, 2009

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Growing up

My little girl has a boyfriend.

I’m still waiting for that to sink in. She’s really quite tired of me grilling her about him but I have no basis of comparison for dealing with this. I never had a boyfriend in high school. Which makes me sound like quite the loser, hehe. On the contrary, I was liked well enough and once the braces and glasses came off I wasn’t too dorky-looking. But either people thought I was Meechie’s girlfriend (my best friend; we were joined at the hip) and didn’t know he was actually gay, or they just weren’t interested in the girl with multi-colored hair in Docs and leather.

My high school experience is so vastly different from my daughter’s. I often find myself floundering on how to react to situations with her. Like her new boyfriend. They’ve only been going out for a week, but have had one formal date (complete with gown and everything) and then tonight she spent the evening at his house watching Repo! and playing Guitar Hero.

I spent the evening hoping she wouldn’t have sex.

Because, you know, I told her not to.

I have to tread carefully here. Sure I joke with her about the not having sex and telling her I’ll be checking for hickies when she gets home, but I don’t want to put a damper on her first boyfriend either. I mean I don’t want her to look back one day and not remember him but instead remember me constantly grilling her about him and telling her not to have sex. Your first boyfriend is special, and hopefully she’ll have nice memories of him one day.

I’m also starting to really feel as if a change has happened with her when I wasn’t looking. It’s been so gradual that I didn’t even notice that she’s not really a kidlet anymore, but a young woman. She’s beautiful and smart, level-headed and so excited for her future. She’s nothing like I was at her age. I coloured my hair every week, wore a lot of black, rebelled like crazy and all I cared about was hanging out with my friends at Denny’s. I lacked something that she has in spades.

Soon she’s going to head off to college. Something I still thought of as years away is literally just months away now and if I let myself think about it too much, it stings. Don’t worry, I’m not going to tie the apron strings tighter or anything. Of course I will let go and hope that I’ve done enough for her to let her make it on her own just fine. But I dread it. I can’t help it. My tiny apartment will seem so empty and huge without her around all the time.

To anyone reading this with very young children – ohhh cherish every single moment, good and bad. Capture as much as you can on video or photos. Blog about them. Because it’s over all too quickly and this little person you’ve had in your life for 18 years will grow up and move away one day and you won’t know what hit you. I hope you have a significant other of some kind – be it best friend, boyfriend/girlfriend, or husband/wife to lean on when the time comes to let them out into the wild. You’re going to need it.