BRAINPAN LEAKAGE

So I have this widget…

Yeah, I know, I have all kinds of widgets. But this one is special. It tells me how much I am desired. Okay… Well, not exactly. Sorta kinda though. Yes, I am talking about the Eventful Demands Widget on my website. That dealy whopper on the right sidebar of mrsellars.com that allows you to click and say “Hey, Murv, come to my city please!”

It really is kind of a neat deal, although folks really don’t use it that much. I think that last time I checked I had something on the order of 89 “Demands” for my presence in various cities around the country.

But then, I happened to take a look today (Well, on the today I actually wrote this entry which is not exactly yesterday… In fact, it’s more like a couple of weeks ago…)

So anyway, I had a look because I was feeling a bit unloved and wanted to see if you folks out there still really wanted me or not.

Well… If I can believe what I’m seeing, it seems that you do.

Three Million Plus… For once I’ve got more adoring fans than Evil Kat, which seems almost impossible…

And I mean… Well… Damn… With “demand” stats like that one would think my books should be flying off the shelves kind of like happens for “Castle”.  And, on top of that I should probably have a couple or three movie deals in the works, ya’know?

Maybe I should go sit by the phone and wait for Spielberg to call. Although, if someone is going to produce and direct a movie based on my books, I’d really prefer Michael Mann… Hey, with better than 3 Million adoring and demanding fans, I think I can afford to be choosy. 😉

More to come…

Murv

Elizabeth Taylor ain’t got nothin’ on the Evil Redhead…

Seriously.

E K is way hotter than E T ever was, and way more evil.  By several orders of magnitude on both accounts… And, she’s really a Kat. So there…

Yeah, so obviously this is a bit of a play on words and all, but since I’ve also been babbling in my status updates about helping Scuba with a roof job he has, I thought perhaps I’d give y’all a bit more info.

Especially since I’ve only recently discovered the fact that E K didn’t leave her evilness on the ground when she went up that ladder…

Day 1 – Tearoff…

I didn’t arrive at the site of the roofing job until late morning because there was a furnace issue at Hell House I had to address. By the time I made it to the roof, tearoff was in full swing. Here you can see her supreme evilness shoveling old shingles in the direction of the dumpster below (out of frame)… I later found out that she was covering up the bodies of those who had been in her way while doing the tearoff. It seems she would simply lure them to the edge of the roof, then hit them in the back of the head with the shovel and push them off into the dumpster. Then, like a cat in a litter box, used the old shingles to cover up the… Well, you get the idea.

BTW, the reasons you will see no pictures of me on the roof –

1. Due to a severely injured foot (long story) E K forbade me from being up there lest I fall off and kill myself. At first I thought this was kind of heartwarming, but she later told me that she simply didn’t have time to break in a new lackey.
2. I was afraid E K would hit ME in the back of the head with a shovel and push me off into the dumpster. I mean, you never know…

Here we have a shot of the Dewalt Boom Box / Battery Charger that goes everywhere Scuba goes. Much grumbling came from the kids on the crew – those E K hadn’t yet pushed off into the dumpster, anyway – because all of us old farts had the toonage set to classic rock from our era.  And, of course, there you have the redheaded roof mistress on the right…

This is a picture of what we on the ground (working cleanup and cut crew) thought was E K helping Scuba with the shingles. Of course, we later found out she was threatening to hit him with a shovel if he didn’t get on the ball. What a slave driver she is…

Here is the Evil Redhead once again. Turns out that this time she was threatening to kick the ladder over if Scuba didn’t hurry up and move faster…

Okay, okay… So, she didn’t really push anyone into the dumpster and she didn’t threaten to kick over the ladder. However, she still didn’t check her dominant self at the door.

During the job, on several occasions Scuba would say, “I’m done. Let’s call it a day,” whereupon he would find something else to do and start in on it. After the fourth or fifth time he did this, E K put her hands on her hips and announced, “Steve, you’re done! Get down off the roof. NOW!”

Yep, he did what she told him to do. Even Scuba knows it’s best to obey the Evil Redhead… Besides, she still had a shovel up there with her and there was room in the dumpster.

More to come…

Murv