Okay, so I screwed up…

By that, I mean I went and got all busy without having some blog posts written and scheduled to fill in the gaps where I am… well… busy. I take full responsibility for this foul-up, and am sure to receive a beating for it when her supreme evilness arrives home.

And, speaking of her supreme evilness (cool segue, huh? no, not Segway™, segue…) Anywho, here’s the thing – I am so busy right now I don’t have time to devote to a full blown blog entry that would be Leakage worthy… I do, however, have enough time to devote to a quick post with some pictures.

Pictures of what? E K, of course. Why? Well, believe it or not I have a very good and valid reason. You see, I’ve been to a few events since May when PUF happened – PUF being where E K did her most recent Public Photo Op. Invariably, I have been approached by 37.3 million people at each event  since asking about Her Worship the Evil Redhead. In each case I hear things like, “I follow you on Facebook, but I don’t read your blog…” or “I read your blog, but I don’t do Facebook…” or “I have Myspace, are you on there?”

What does this have to do with pictures of Evil Kat? Well, I’ll tell you… It seems that folks far and wide have heard legends of The Evil One, but were not aware of her rare, but very real public appearances (if you have enough money to coax her out of her dungeon… srsly), or the fact that she was mercenary enough to do such photo ops with fans – again, only if the $$’s are there, which is probably why the public appearances are so rare.

Go figure, I’m the author, but she gets personal appearance fees… What’s up with that?

But, I’ll quit grumbling now… Where was I? Oh yeah…

Because of the variations in social networks, many of them haven’t seen the E K at PUF pictures. Therefore, at the last event I attended this past weekend, I promised I would post some of the pics in my blog so that folks had a one stop shop for E K  public appearance pictures. So, without further babbling from me, here they are…

I’ll pen something about writer’s block and juggling jobs as soon as I get a bit of free time… Hell, I might even write something funny. You just never know…

More to come…

Murv

Evil Kat at PUF 2010

Speak, Fido, Speak!

With A REAL Fido… E K is an animal lover

Don’t Mess With E K… She ALWAYS wins…

You can just SEE the evil thoughts behind those eyes…

Doug was a very bad boy… Or so he said.

Proof that E K does actually smile…

Even “Tish’s Hair” wanted into the act…

Sometimes a hard working dominatrix just has to relax for a bit…

This is how E K keeps me from wandering off in public places…

Evil looking for a place to happen…

Reminding everyone to recycle…

I think that will probably depend on how well I follow instructions from here on out. The dance thing, I mean.

You see, messages come in all forms and from many sources. In fact, depending on your belief system, you may even be convinced that you receive messages from beyond the veil between the worlds. And, sometimes those messages come along with a set of instructions that need following.

I suppose at this point you are wondering what messages from the great beyond have to do with the picture of Evil Kat’s shapely gams over here on the right. Well, to be honest, both everything and nothing. You see I’m not actually going to go on about being contacted by the dead. I am, however, going to go on about messages. In particular a message I received just the other day, and it just so happens that it has quite a bit to do with E Kay’s shoes.

In particular, her Mary Janes.

(BTW, I’d have put the whole picture up there, however if you have seen the revamped cover of Perfect Trust, for which this was one of many shots taken to create the final collage, you know things were far less pretty above the waist… Not gory or anything… You’ll just have to read the book if you don’t understand what I’m getting at… But, yeah, E K was one of the models… How cool is that?)

And, back to our regularly scheduled blog…

So, E K has several pairs of Mary Jane styled pumps. Dress up, work, leather, patent leather,  canvas, heels, flats, wedges, brown, black, and so on…

You get the idea.

I couldn’t begin to tell you about the fashion statement surrounding these, primarily because I have absolutely no fashion sense at all. I will pair stripes and plaids in a heartbeat, so I am definitely NOT the go-to guy where this sort of stuff is concerned. However, as shoes go these seem to work for the Evil One, and I am perfectly willing to admit that I think she looks pretty damn good in them. This latter fact may have something to do with one of those childhood memories, that being the little blonde-haired girl next door when I was growing up. We were all of about 7 and I was crushing on her pretty hard. Being the style of the 60’s she always wore frilly dresses and patent leather Mary Janes. They say you never forget your first love. Well, I wouldn’t call this playmate from my childhood a “love,” so I guess that old saying applies to crushes too.

So, there you go. Nothing sick or twisted, just Id, ego, and superego colliding to stir fond puppy love memories in my heart whenever I see the evil redhead in her Mary Janes.

Okay, enough with psychoanalyzing the Murv…

Now, the thing about E Kay’s shoes is that while most of them reside in her evil shoe closet, there are a few pairs that occupy strategic locations around the house – i.e. wherever she happened to take them off. Of course, her evilness is still more conscientious about her shoe placement than the O-spring. If you go stumbling through the dark in the middle of the night around our house, while traversing the living room you will trip over every pair of shoes the child owns. E K, however, does place hers pretty much out of the way. One such “out of the way” location where her feet become un-shod – and the aforementioned shods remain – is the general vicinity of her desk in our shared office.

And yes, Virginia (No, not you Doc… No, not the state either… I mean the metaphorical and collective Virginia) this is from whence I received a message. I just didn’t know it at the time. See below…

If you look closely at the left shoe you will notice a piece of paper lounged out on the insole as if it belongs there…

You see, the other day I rolled back from my desk on a mission to put something in the cabinets on the other side of the room. Since our office is relatively small our desks are against opposite walls. When I stood up to make the 4 steps to the cabinets I had to step around the shoes. When I looked down I noticed this bit of paper occupying the insole.

I didn’t really think much of it at first. Her shoes were sitting next to the paper recycling bin and since she is a shredding maniac I figured that in a frenzy of potential paper-mâché production the previous evening a scrap had escaped her evil clutches in a daring attempt at freedom. Unfortunately for the scrap, however, it plummeted into her shoe where it was overcome by odoriferous fumes and expired before it could get away.

Do NOT tell her I said that…

I continued about my task, tucking some papers into a cabinet, then returned to my desk. once again stepping around the pair of Mary Janes. This time, however, I noticed that there appeared to be writing upon the bit of paper. Again, I didn’t really think much of it until several seconds had passed and I was seated back at my desk. Some manner of subliminal trigger clicked, clanked, or whatever it is they do and I stopped everything I was doing. The image of the paper with the writing on it flashed through my gourd and I screwed up my face in thought as I wondered, “Did that really say what I think it said?”

Now I was curious. So, what else could I do? I rolled back, turned around in my chair, then leaned over to look at the scrap in the shoe (all while holding my nose, of course…) And, much to my surprise, it did in fact say what I thought it said.

“Leave Treat”

I’d heard “trick or treat” before, but never “leave treat,” although it definitely sounded like a pretty clear instruction to me. For a minute I started wondering if she was trying to get in touch with her Dutch roots and thought it was Christmas or something. But I came to my senses and remembered she is primarily Welsh and Irish, not Dutch.

Then for another brief moment I considered stuffing a banana into the shoe just to see what would happen when her evilness came home. However, since I wasn’t sure if that would spark some sort of Freudian dilemma or not, and I didn’t have any Vodka or Scotch miniatures on hand, I elected to simply laugh and snap a picture or two, because it was obvious to me at that juncture that this would be blog material.

Unfortunately, I get the impression that maybe I should have put some individually wrapped Dove chocolates in there or something.

Why?

Well, what you can’t see here is the knobby tread this pair of shoes has on the sole. The reason that is important is that I am now sporting a mirror image of it all over my face. All I know is that E K was doing a lot of unintelligible screaming while she was dancing on my head, but I did manage to catch a little snippet about her shoes being empty when she arrived home and when was I going to learn to follow instructions?

More to come…

Murv