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  • LED’s, Dorkiness, And The Donner Party…

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    I’m officially back in my room for the evening. Opening ceremonies are over and the groups have split off to engage in FRPG’s, MMORPG’s, and the like. Others are exuberantly bouncing around the campus sticking battery powered LED’s to metal rafters by attaching them to magnets and launching them at the ceiling. Have to admit, the student center is pretty colorful right now.

    Unfortunately, I just don’t party into the night as well as I used to. All part of that aging thing I suppose. At any rate, here is my evening report from the WillyCon XI Odyssey.

    @mrsellars – Noon noms, more good chow. Szechwan chicken stir-fry with lots of veggies and a small spinach salad with some sunflower seeds and beets.

    @mrsellars – Wish I could afford to eat this healthy at home.


    @mrsellars – Where the hell is my flash drive?

    @mrsellars – Dammit… That flash drive has manuscript stuff on it that doesn’t need to be released just yet…

    @mrsellars – Shit. Must have lost it when I was walking this morning.

    @mrsellars – Walkies… Lookies…Walkies… Lookies… Walkies…

    @mrsellars – [Back at room] Well hell… hopefully someone turned it in.

    @mrsellars – Hey… What’s this in my coat pocket?

    @mrsellars – #fuckme

    @mrsellars – Universe is definitely making sure I get that exercise… What next? Am I going to end up shoveling snow?

    @mrsellars – Forget I said that… Srsly. Just pretend it never happened.


    @mrsellars – Did the big cheese leave a badge for me?

    @Con_Registration –  Yeah, Murv. Number 2.

    @mrsellars –  No thanks, I did number 2 this morning. I probably need to do a number 1 though.

    @Con_Registration – O_o


    @mrsellars – [Watching a segment of Omega Man with Charlton Heston] [shakes head] I just can’t watch this without expecting him to say, “Get your hands off me you damn dirty ape!”

    @Con_Registraton – LOL

    @Movie_Watchers – O_o


    @mrsellars –  I wonder why that maintenance guy is cleaning that rock with a wire brush?


    @mrsellars – Went to campus coffee shop. Business so slow today they didn’t make any more coffee.

    @mrsellars – Young lady behind counter made me huge espresso latte thingie for same price. She is now my new best girlfriend.

    @New_Best_Girlfriend – [Notices my badge] Are you a speaker for WillyCon?

    @mrsellars – Yes. I’m actually the author guest of honor.

    @New_Best_Girlfriend – Really?!

    @mrsellars – Yeah.

    @New_Best_Girlfriend – What do you write?

    @mrsellars – Books.

    @New_Best_Girlfriend – O_o [Pause] LOL! No kidding?

    @mrsellars – Why would I kid you about that? (grin) But seriously, I write Paranormal Suspense Thrillers.

    @New_Best_Girlfriend – Really?!

    @mrsellars – O_o


    @mrsellars – Watched part of Logan’s Run. Jenny Agutter was kinda hot.

    @mrsellars – E K needs one of those outfits…

    @mrsellars – [wistful stare]

    @mrsellars – Ahem. Ummm. Need to stop thinking about E K in one of those outfits.


    @mrsellars – Watched part of Family Guy Star Wars spoof…

    @mrsellars – All kinds of wrong happening on that screen.

    @mrsellars – Really liked lightsabre = bug zapper gag. LOL at that one.

    @mrsellars – When visual Doctor Who reference happened, excused myself for dinner.


    @mrsellars – Not very hungry at dinner, but it was my last chance to eat for the day. Just had a couple of fish sticks , a small scoop of rice, and some coleslaw. Still very good.


    @mrsellars – Fruit punch and Sierra Mist. Not bad. Bet a couple of shots of Vodka would make it even better.

    @mrsellars – Dry campus.

    @mrsellare – Do I really need to use the hashtag at this point? Y’all already know what I’m going to say…


    @mrsellars – [mingle] tell stories [mingle] brag about kid [mingle] brag about wife [mingle] re-tell stories and chat [mingle]


    @Darth_Doodie_Shirt_Girl – So, what kind of books do you write?

    @mrsellars – Scary shit.

    @Darth_Doodie_Shirt_Girl – Cool. I like scary shit.

    @Attendee_on_Balcony – Mister Murv!

    @mrsellars – [looking upward] Hi!

    @Attendee_on_Balcony – Mister Murv, you need to change your Facebook photo.

    @mrsellars – [still looking upward] Why?

    @Darth_Doodie_Shirt_Girl – No he doesn’t.

    @Attendee_on_Balcony – Yes he does… Wait, I’ll come down.

    @mrsellars – Okay.

    @jeopardy_theme – Do da Do da Do da Dooo, Do da Do da, Doop da do do do do…

    @Attendee_from_Balcony – Hi. Nice to meet you.

    @mrsellars – Hi. Nice to meet you too.

    @Attendee_from_Balcony – So, you need to change your Facebook photo. It makes you look like a dork, and not in a good way.

    @mrsellars – O_o

    (Note: @Attendee_from_Balcony had some valid points if looked at from her point of view, even though @Darth_Doodie_Shirt_Girl didn’t agree with said points.)


    @mrsellars – Heard that weather service is now predicting a possibility of 16 inches of snow starting tomorrow night.

    @mrsellars – Have elected to form a survival plan.

    @mrsellars – Might be able to find the necessary items in this dorm room to make snow shoes. Maybe even a sled.

    @mrsellars – Currently investigating what will be involved with disassembling the bunk beds on the other side of the room in order to begin construction of aforementioned items.

    @mrsellars – Heard several dogs barking earlier. Will investigate in the morning in case I need to assemble a sled team in a hurry.

    @mrsellars – Side benefit of sled construction: leftovers from bunk bed frame can be used as firewood.

    @mrsellars – As of now @skippy_the_squirrel and his friends are considered livestock.

    @mrsellars – Will steal salt shakers from cafeteria tomorrow in order to preserve  them.

    @mrsellars – Using pages from convention program book to make pattern for squirrel hide snowsuit.


    @mrsellars – Just to be safe, presently designing multi-tiered defense system for room. I know what happened with the Donner party, and I ain’t gonna git et.

    More to come…

    Murv

    (Note: If you are reading my blog for the first time please understand that what I post here is not only observational humor, but satirical as well. For the record, the folks at WillyCon are absolutely wonderful, have been a joy to hang out with, and I am having a great time. Really.  And they didn’t even force me say that or anything… 🙂 )

  • Of Fatherhood And Shovels…

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    There are times when it seriously sucks to be the Dad.

    I suppose I should back up just a bit and give you some background as to why I make that statement, because I suspect most of you know I am all about my kid. So, let me fill you in…

    Some of you may or may not be aware that the animals in my novels – those being the two dogs and the three cats who share the abode with the main characters, Rowan and Felicity – are actually based on my own four-legged cohabitators. The dogs, as I have mentioned in the past, have since gone on to the other side, but they still live on in my books. So too, do the felines in many senses, as they are composites of the numerous cats we have rescued over the years. Emily – the cats in the novels are named Emily (Dickinson), Dickens (Charles), and Salinger (J.D.), go figure – is based on the real life felines, Data and Buffer, both calicos like their fictional composite. Data left us last year, peacefully, in her sleep. She was something on the order of a million years old… Well, around 18+ years to be a little more exact, but for a cat, that’s a fair piece of time. Buffer, however, was still around – until this weekend.

    Buffer was only 14, but that is still a good lifetime for a feline. To be honest, where I come from, farm cats rarely made it past 5 or 6 years, but I digress as usual. The especially bad part about losing Buffer this weekend is that she went outside and got into an altercation with a vehicle.

    The vehicle won.

    EK and the Spawn were out shopping, which was fortunate, because I was the one who found her instead of them. As you can guess, when you are talking Feline vs. Auto, the results aren’t very pretty.

    So, I found her… And, I got to be the one who cleaned up the remains, dug the hole, tried to convince my wife that the animal hadn’t suffered – though I really couldn’t know that for sure – and help console an 8 year old who misses her friend. Then, I got to toss and turn that night because the image of the aftermath played back for me each time I closed my eyes. And, you know, as it happens I miss the cat too. But, I have to be the strong one.

    Hence, why it sometimes sucks to be the Dad, especially when a shovel an a shoebox are involved…

    (sigh)

    I suppose I should try to end this on a slightly cheerier note, so here goes…

    Speaking of pets, I’m sure most everyone is aware of the latest Myspace rage, that being purchasing and selling your friends as “human pets”. Well, it seems I was purchased by an old friend, and she has since sold me… Since then I have been gifted, traded, and sold all over the place. But, just so all the bases are covered, I’ll mention here that if you purchase me, unlike Morrison, I am housebroken and fairly low maintenance.

    BTW, I really like Pizza and beer, but I don’t do tricks. Well, I do, but that’s a whole ‘nother story…

    More to come…

    Murv