BRAINPAN LEAKAGE

So… Long story short, my kid got herself one of those small, Nintendo hand held games for Christmas…DX or DS…something like that…As I predicted would happen, she got just a bit wrapped up in it lately and ended up getting herself grounded from the thing for a week. (It all has to do with it interfering with her chores and such. I’m sure the parental units reading this know EXACTLY what I am talking about…)

Anyway, her favorite ongoing game is called NintenDogs or some such… Basically, she has a virtual dog she has to take care of…Well, of course, taking the thing away from her put the onus on US to look after this dog. Why? Because they actually get sick, etc, like a real dog if they aren’t taken care of daily… Now, in my opinion this is actually a good way for kids try their hand at responsibility without a real, live animal suffering from their young-age-induced forgetfulness… However, it doesn’t make life easier for the parents when situations like this occur… What they really need to add in is a “parental code” that lets you put the damn thing into suspended animation for a while… But, as usual, I digress…

Anyhow, EK has been taking NintenDog for her virtual walks since she seems to be a bit more savvy about this toy than me… She has also been giving VirtuoDog its baths… Feeding it…. All the necessary jazz to keep it healthy and happy…

But, we seem to have run into a problem… EK hasn’t been doing EVERYTHING she is supposed to…

Apparently, she has been neglecting to pick up the virtual dog poo.

So…I guess I’m glad this isn’t a virtual zoo animal like an Elephant or something…

Given that this little game device has voice recognition, etc, I am now dreading the day they decide to add olfactory upgrades, and such…

More to come…

Murv

You know, the rumor mill seems to be getting more activity than my coffee grinder…What’s up with that?

So, anyway, I am back from Nashville, which was my last gig for the year. I had a blast, as usual, but I’m glad it’s over and I get to stay home with the Evil One and the Offspring for a while. But, while in Nashville, I was enlightened as to some of the rumors circulating about me. For fun, I thought I’d address the ones I was told here in this blog-

1. M. R. Sellars is tall.

I suppose that would depend upon your perspective. I’m 5′ 7″…Or, I used to be. I’ve probably shrunk a bit over the years. In any case, I think that probably qualifies as average height, not tall.

2. M. R. Sellars is blonde.

Look at my picture. Do I look blonde to you? Maybe WAYYYYYYY back when I was a teenager, but that was only for one summer and was the result of spending all day in/at the pool along with the help of a 70’s era hair product called “Sun In” (Yes, it was intended to gradually bleach your hair.) Other than that, the closest I’ve ever been to blonde would probably be when I was like two or something, but even then we were talking light to medium brown, not blonde.

3. M. R. Sellars is gay.

I assume the meaning here is as in homosexual, and not the colloquial “gay = strange”…Or, even the standard “overjoyed”…Well, actually, no. I’m not. I’m heterosexual, i.e. straight. Always have been, no plans to change either.

4. M. R. Sellars is bi.

See answer to rumor 3.

And, my personal favorite…

5. M. R. Sellars attended a BDSM con in Atlanta, GA and scored with the babes.

Okay, how substantiated this particular rumor is, I have no idea, but I was informed that it had been a topic of discussion on some lists. Not lists that I am on, so who knows. Either way, let’s lay out some facts here:

A. I haven’t attended ANY BDSM Conventions at all, much less any in Atlanta. This is not to say that I wouldn’t or won’t, especially since the Miranda Trilogy would do well there, but as yet, I haven’t done a promo appearance at such a convention. (I also haven’t attended one for pleasure either.)

B. I am MONOGAMOUS and have a smokin’ hot wife. (Remember EK?) So, even if I were to attend such an event I would not be scoring with anyone but the redhead known as EK.

C. Apparently, from what I am told, the tall and blonde rumors are subsets of this particular rumor.

So, apparently from what I was told some tall, blonde dude went around saying he was me in order to score.

Dude…come on…You can’t score on your own? More importantly, you can’t pick someone who is a closer physical match to you, especially given that a simple Google search of my name will reveal a gazillion pictures that would instantly disprove your claim? Obviously you are taking the line from that Sean Connery movie WAY TOO seriously… I hate to tell you this but that was just a movie– women will NOT sleep with you just because you wrote a book.

So, all I can say is that if you did manage to score by using my name, well…Good on ya’.

But, really, if the truth be told, if you did, I hope she was a Dom and when she figured out you were lying about who you were she beat the living snot out of you (not in the good way, more like in the Miranda way) then left you tied up in a closet in a hotel room with the do not disturb sign on the door so you could spend a little time ruminating over your overt stupidity for a day or two.

Yeah, that translates into, “Get a life and stop using my name for your own personal gain, you fruitloop.”

So, there you have it…Other than the ages old rumor that I’m dead, which for some reason seems to resurface every now and then, those are the latest…To recap, I’m not tall, not blonde, not gay, not bi, and have not attended a BDSM convention for business (or pleasure), and therefore, you have NOT slept with me.

More to come…

Murv