Apr 30 2012

Z is for Renzo Zimmerman (Existence series character)

            The party
died down. Navel officers and their spouses bid Renzo adieu. The Senator and
his cheery blonde date polished off their drinks before heading out. Renzo
lingered in the ballroom, picking up bits of litter. It wasn’t his job to clean
this place, but then again, it wasn’t his job to do anything anymore. He had
completed his last mission. There would be no more flights. He would not be
slung off of a carrier ship again. He would not pilot a proto type of the most
advanced helicopter that the world had ever known ever again. He was grounded.
No more ocean. No more sky.

            A young man
stepped out of the shadows. Though he didn’t look old enough for it to be legal
for him to drink, he was holding a glass of Scotch.

            “The
party is over, son. Do you need a ride home?”

            “Over?”
The young man let out a chuckle. “The party hasn’t even started yet.”

            “Are
you drunk, son? I don’t know who served you. I thought this place had better
staff than that. I am sorry if you became inebriated at my event. I can assure
you though that this party has ended. All of the guests have gone home. The
band stopped playing a while ago. There is nothing left but the clean up.”

            The young
man stepped closer. His blue eyes flashed. Renzo was certain that he could smell
the ocean and feel the soft rocking of the waves.

            “I am
Xavier Doyen. I have been following your career. I know it seems like the party
has just ended, but that does not have to be the case. You were born to make a
difference, and thus far in your life you have. I invite you now to embark on
another adventure, one far more classified than even your highest commander is
aware of, for the safety and protection of the world at large.”

 

Apr 28 2012

Y is for Yo-yo

           When I was
a child, I had an uncle with a sizable yo-yo collection. He enjoyed doing yo-yo
tricks and taught me a few of them. What I would not find out for several years
was the reason that his tricks worked on his yo-yos but not on the very cheap
ones that I purchased was because he was using yo-yos that could do sleep
tricks, meaning that the string was looped onto the yo-yo bearing, not glued or
stapled into it. Dollar stores are great for many things, but a decent yo-yo is
rarely among them. The rock-the-baby trick is fine, but doing it with a yo-yo
which lights up and sparkles makes it grand!

 

If you are interested in learning some tricks, I suggest
watching That Yo-yo Guy on YouTube

Apr 28 2012

Y is for Yule (Existence series character)

            Fantastic. I left a beautiful five
star hotel with a delicious masseur to stay in a box. Xavier is seriously going
to owe me for this. So is she, once she gets her memory back.
            She looks so sad. It’s hard to
not be able to reveal the answers to her. It’s hard to listen to her cry, to
hear how empty and alone she feels, and not be able to tell her that I know
that everything will be alright. None of the things she is crying about today
will make a drop of difference once she and Xavier share that first kiss. These
feelings that she has of being inadequate are only a result of her being stuck.
The sense of not fitting in that she tries so hard to ignore, I know the real
reason behind it.

            What I don’t know is how she got
here. She doesn’t belong with this family. Perhaps this is what exile looks
like. Maybe this is as close as our kind will ever come to Hell.

 

Apr 28 2012

X is for Xenophobia

            Contemplate
with me if you will what it was like to board a ship to cross the ocean with
the intention to relocate to a land that no one you knew or had heard of had
ever explored before. Now imagine that you get to this new land and discover
that it is already inhabited. You are an intruder! For whatever reasons, you
opt to stay anyway. Eventually you have to interact with these other people.
They are foreigners (an odd use of the word, given that this has been their
homeland for more generations than you can count), and they are strangers. They
are vastly different from you. Over time they become present in your society,
but they are never accepted as part of it.

            They are
unsure of what to make of you, so they hang around quietly observing. They
watch as you make a fool of yourself. The days grow shorter, and the air gets
colder. This new land has winter! You are not prepared. Then the strange
natives show you a bit of kindness. They teach you just enough of their ways to
keep you from starving.

            You survive
the winter. They offer to teach you more. What would taking such an offer mean?
Would you have to give up your ways? Would you become an outcast to society as
well? They’re trying to change you! This isn’t why you came here. You did not
plan to arrive in this land to mingle with a bunch of people who lacked the
good sense to let you freeze to death. This is your land! You have a right to
it! You crossed an ocean to get to it, after all! So they have ancestors buried
here- you had to bury some folks at sea! That alone gives you the right to this
place. This land must learn to adapt to you, not you to it. How dare these
natives exist! They are to be feared. Only hostile and violent reactions will
lead to your survival! Germ warfare must be employed.

            Welcome to
Xenophobia.

 

            Give it
four hundred years to brew. Then sit back and watch the argument that no one
else should be allowed to move on to this land.

            If you plan
to survive, never forget rule one: Do not accept a blanket.

 

Apr 27 2012

X is for Candra Xanthos

This post isn’t one
that all readers will understand.

In the story, Xavier meets Gwendolyn in an online roleplaying game.
The following is what her character sheet would look like. (Click here for his!)

Apr 26 2012

W is for What…

“What” questions with one word answers:

 

What do you get every time you go into Wal-mart?

            Thirsty

What do you see yourself doing in five years from now?

            Writing

What would you consider to be the most important aspects of
this job?

            Creativity

What sound do you love?

            Surf

What’s the best gift you have ever received?

            Jacket

What is something that is widely available yet
underappreciated? 

            Air

What subject do you wish you had paid more attention to in
school?

            Music

What was your first email address provider?

            AOL

What scares you in the dark?

            Lights

What makes a house a home?

            Love

Apr 26 2012

W is for William Warehime (Existence series character)

            When
William first met Xavier’s sister Adrielle, she was dressed in black leather
spiked boots that were laced up to her thighs, a tiny black leather skirt, and
a low scooped purple top. She bore no resemblance to any upper crust socialite
or noblewoman, not that he had met very many. She was bent over a pool table;
cue in hand, winning her third game of the evening.

            “Any
other takers?” she asked as she picked up her winnings from a very
perturbed looking biker who was three times her size in practically every
direction.

            “What
are the stakes?” William asked.

            “The
last guy put up fifty,” she answered as she chalked.

            “I’d
like something more.”

            “Fine.
Seventy? Ninety? What number would you like?”

            William
smiled. He motioned to someone, who brought a cue over that had been in a case
behind the bar. “Yours.”

            Adrielle
smirked. “Rather hefty bet. But what do I get when I beat you?”

            “Much
the same that you’ll get when I win, use your number to call you, and you agree
to a date with me.”

            She
laughed. His confidence intrigued her. “You’re on. My name is Dree, by the
way,” she said as she extended her hand toward him.

            He slid his
fingers under hers and lifted it to his lips, kissing her hand rather than
shaking it. “William Warehime. Pleasure to make your acquaintance,
Dree.” 

Apr 25 2012

V is for my Values



Loyalty:

You value loyalty highly.
You’re completely devoted to your friends and family.
Even if they totally screw up, you’re still there for them.
Just make sure they’re equally loyal to you!

Generosity:

You value generosity a fair amount.
You are all about giving, as long as there’s some give and take.
Supportive and kind, you don’t mind helping out a friend in need.
But you know when you’ve given too much. You have no problem saying “no”!

Humility:

You value humility a fair amount.
You tend to be an easy going, humble person.
But occasionally your ego takes over.
You have a slight competitive streak – and the need to be the best.

Tolerance:

You value tolerance highly.
Not only do you enjoy the company of those very different from you…
You do all that you can to seek it out interesting and unique friends.
You think there are many truths in life, and you’re open to many of them.

Top 10 Values:

1- Love

2- Commitment / Loyalty

3- Creativity / Uniqueness / Expressiveness/ Originality

4- Self-reliance

5- Fairness / Tolerance/ Freedom

6- Enjoyment / Fun

7- Control

8- Preparedness / Resourcefulness

9- Altruism / Goodness

10- Success / Focus 

Apr 25 2012

V is for Granny Vine (Existence series character)

            It was mid-March,
1944. Though I had just turned 21, I had already been married for five years.
(Back then, if a boy got a girl “into trouble,” marriage was the only
real option.) My mother was watching our son so that Frank and I could spend
the evening together before he shipped back out to the war.

            The
Officers’ Club was in full swing that night. The men were all aware that they
would be gone soon, so they were taking full advantage of the pleasures of
life. My Frank and I danced until our feet nearly bled and ate until our guts
nearly popped. There was another fellow, Milton, who was drinking his way
toward a “conduct unbecoming” penalty. Frank and a few of his friends
tried to help Milton
regain his composure. They nearly had him right again, but then she walked in.

            She had red
hair a shade that no decent woman ought to have. Her legs were long and sleek.
And those eyes! Even Bette Davis didn’t have eyes that were this remarkable. She
was on the arm of Raymond, a distinguished commander whom many of the men
idolized. Milton
wasn’t paying attention to whose arm she was on though. He foolishly marched
over to her and made a lewd suggestion faster than anyone could stop him.

            The room
filled with tension. All eyes were on Raymond and Milton. Speaking in such a
way to a lady was a terrible affront. Raymond calmly set his hat down and
removed his gloves. He then leaned into Milton‘s
space, locking their eyes together. For a moment a few of us thought that
Raymond meant to stab Milton
with a pocket blade. But then everything changed. The lights flickered. The
room softly shook, causing a few glasses to fall and break. Milton‘s eyes widened. His body trembled so
much that he soon fell to his knees. It was a hard fall. I swear everyone in
the place felt it! But the whole time that his body dropped, not once did he
break eye-contact with Raymond.

            Frank, who
was standing near Milton, swore that he saw
bourbon sweating its way right out of Milton‘s
pores. There was utter silence for a long time as Raymond’s eyes conquered Milton. Eventually there
was a small squeak, followed by a whimper, and then by chattering teeth. Milton began to beg for
mercy. Raymond remained still for a moment longer before telling Milton that the lady was
owed an apology. And then Raymond blinked.

            It seems
strange that I should recall something as small as a blink all these years
later. It’s such a little gesture if you think about. It’s one of those things
we do a thousand times a day without thinking about it and surely must see
others do all the time. But a blink doesn’t normally have this sort of effect.
When Raymond blinked, the whole room felt it. The air changed, lifting like it
does after a long rainstorm. The shaking stopped. Milton fell further down.

            Gasps
between his tears echoed throughout the room as Milton turned toward the dame. He apologized
softly at first, the words fighting their way out between the struggles to
breathe. Then her eyes narrowed on him. He let out a scream.

            “It
burns, it burns! God, help me!” Milton
screeched out.

            Raymond let
out a small cough which turned his lady’s attention back to him for a moment.
She wrinkled her nose at him, and then looked at Milton again, who was now curled up in a ball
on the floor.

            “You
best sober up, Sir. There are Nazis to kill.” With that said, she turned
to the bartender and requested a soda.

 

Apr 24 2012

U is for The Last Unicorn

            My favorite
children’s movie is The Last Unicorn. I watched it so much that the tape wore
thin. (There was once a thing called the VCR, and it used videotapes, which
wore out. They also required one to rewind the movie all the way back to the
beginning before playing it again. Rewinding- there’s a word that probably only
had a function for three decades.)

            I recently
acquired this movie on DVD. (How many years before I have to come back and drop
a history lesson on what a DVD was? “Once upon a time, movies didn’t just
stream to us, and they weren’t stored in clouds.” It’s going to be an interesting
future.) It’s different watching this movie now. The subtle themes and
symbolism are more evident.

            Could you
be someone else for the one you love? Would you give your own life for the one
you love- perhaps by standing between them and a flaming red bull? (In this
case, not a drink. Ha ha.) What would you do if you could never really touch
the one you love again?

 

            And now to
draw a parallel because it amuses me to do so:

 

            Could
Xavier be someone else for Gwendolyn? Yes, for a while. Would he give his own
life for her? Yes, he would. What would he do if he could never really touch
her again? He would stop living.

            Would
Xavier let Gwendolyn be someone else for him? No. Would he let her die for him?
Not if he could help it. Would he let her go, knowing that he could never
really touch her again, if he thought that was what would be in her best
interest?

            READ THE BOOK.

Apr 24 2012

U is for Unless

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Apr 24 2012

U is for Urania (Existence series character)

(The following phone call is mentioned in Fractions of Existence. This is how it seemed from the other end.)

            What is that buzzing? Oh right, that’s my
phone.

            “Hello?”

            “Good
morning, Urania! I didn’t wake you, did I?”

            “No,
of course not.” Seriously, why would
I be awake this early? Wend always asks me the dumbest questions.

            “My
friend from New York
is in town. We’re going to get together to exchange gifts and chat
for a bit.”

            “Oh
how lovely for you!” Fake smiles
translate, right? Why would she wake me up to brag about hanging out with some
other friend? Maybe an invitation is coming. I don’t really have anything else
to do today.

            “I’m
sending you his picture now.”

            “Okay.”
His? It’s a guy? Is she setting me up?
Oh, there it is. Oh. My. God.
“Is he single?” Please say yes, please say yes, please say
yes.

            “We’re
just meeting up for a few minutes. It’s not a big deal.”

            “Does
he have any single friends that look like him?” It’s not possible that my only friend in this country just called to
wake me up to tell me about her exciting plans with a mega hottie who she isn’t
dating but has no intention of passing along to me.

            “I
don’t think he really knows anyone else out this way, Urania.”

            “What
a shame.” I could fly to New York. For a chance
with that guy, I’d pack up and move to New
York
today.
“Did you want to bring him over
here?” Or drop him off over here
perhaps. Leave us alone for a bit. I’ll light some candles, make some food, and
put on some slow music. Please Wend, tell me that you’ve woken me because you
want to drop my future husband off. Or my future one-night-stand.

            “I
have to go get ready. Thanks for being my friend, Urania. I’ll talk to you
tomorrow.”

            Did she just hang up on me? What was that?
Ok, going back to sleep. Maybe I can at least meet that guy in my dreams.

Apr 23 2012

T is for Two-thirty-seven

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            In “The
Shining,” Jack investigates Room 237 where he encounters the
ghost of a dead woman. The house number was 237 in the film Saw II. The list of
places that this number creeps up is astounding! Or is it as much of a crazy
coincidence as the number 23 in the film of the same name?

            (237…
2+3+2=7… Where’s Jim Carrey?)

 

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            I have
several examples of how this number appears in my own life. (Addresses, phone
numbers, hotel rooms, license plates, identification, etc.) I have even dated
someone that was employee number 237.It’s appropriate that this blog post should appear on the 23rd at 7:32 am.

            Humor?
Obsession? Coincidence? It doesn’t matter. 237 is the number that most amuses
me. How about you?

Apr 23 2012

T is for Tirza (Existence series character)

            “Daddy,
you sent for me?”

            “Yes Tirza,
come in. I am sorry that I missed your twenty-second birthday celebration. Did
you have a nice time?” Mr. Higbee asked as he pulled a chair out for his
daughter in front of his large oak desk.

            “It was
wonderful, thank you Daddy.”

            “Good
good, glad to hear it. Your mother tells me that you have made the deans list
again.” Mr. Higbee let out a small grunt as he settled into his large
cushy office chair behind his desk. His daughter nodded and smiled. “Only
a few months left of college. I think the time is come that we discuss your
future.”

            Tirza
raised an eyebrow. “My future?”

            “Yes.
The plan for the next phase of your life. The one you put off after high school
so that you could spend a small fortune at college. I agreed to give you four
years. That time is nearly at an end.”

            “I
haven’t begun a job search yet. Are you offering to help me write a
resume?”

            “Tirza,
enough. I am a patient man, but you have reached my limit. The next phase of
your life is not about employment. It is about marriage and procreation.”
Mr. Higbee flipped open a file on his desk. “Here are five men that I
believe would make suitable husbands. Select one please.”

            “No!”

            “This
is not the time to be defiant. You will select one, or I shall choose for
you.”

            “Daddy,
I’m not ready to be married. And even if I was, I would not marry someone from
a folder! That isn’t how it’s done.”

            Mr. Higbee
watched his daughter for several long seconds. “You have one month.”

            “What?”

            “You
have one month. During that time you may narrow down these five choices, or
present another one to me for consideration. At the end of that month you shall
be engaged or disowned. This discussion is closed, Tirza. Good day.”

            “Daddy!”

            “I
said good day.”

Apr 22 2012

Earth Day thoughts from Heath (Existence series character)

Earth Day thoughts from Heath (fictional character of the Existence series)-

http://www.earthday.org/ 

           The Earth
has been around longer than you have. It sustains you. It keeps you from becoming
little tiny specs of nothingness that float around in the giant vacuum of
space. The bottom line is that you need the Earth far more than the Earth needs
you. Some people talk about the end of humanity as being the end of the world.
I assure you that it would not be. The world would go on. The end of the world,
however, would be the end of humanity. (Even if a few made it onto ships which
supported life for generations, mutations would occur to the point that the
humans remaining would hardly be considered human.)

            Why does
this matter? Consider the other relationships you have. If you treated a spouse
as a dumping ground, poisoned that person’s air, cut out little parts of that
person, and put your needs and desires always ahead of your spouse’s, how would
that turn out? Hopefully in a divorce. Possibly with you waking up to a butcher
knife entering your chest one day. My point is that it probably wouldn’t be
pretty. Maybe there would be an intervention of some kind. A few people might
show up who would try to help, who try to make a difference, and who try to
create a change before it’s too late.

            The truth
is the change can only happen if you choose to make it so. Perhaps it’s a
little change, like walking the extra two steps to throw a glass bottle into
the recycle bin instead of into the trash can. Or maybe it’s a slight effort,
like remembering to take reusable bags into the grocery store or at least
making sure the paper and plastic ones get reused or recycled. It could be
something that starts a conversation, like bringing your own reusable coffee
mug with you to the coffeehouse. (The throwaway cups all look alike! Yours will
be unique. Save the Earth and possibly score a date all in one.)

            Or perhaps
you’re the ambitious sort. You could decide to clean up your place a bit. Donation Town helps you to recycle, turning your
junk into someone else’s treasure. Once you’ve freed up the space that those
old magazines were taking up you could run out and get a few plants. (Bonus-
When a date comes over and sees how well you care for plants, your date might
connect it to how well you’ll care for them, making you even more desirable.)
Then get a little container going for kitchen compost. The egg shells and
coffee grounds you were going to toss out will soon become food for your new
plants. An earthworm or two in there will help the process along. Keep your
watering can in the shower so it can fill up with the drops that were going to
be wasted. You know those new plants you’ve got? If one is basil and one is
tomato, you are half way to dozen tasty treats! (Another bonus- Show off your
culinary skills to a date; even if it’s just adding some mozzarella, dicing,
chopping, and throwing it all on a cracker.)

            It’s Earth
day. My gift to you today has been knowledge, a lot of which could get you
some. You’re welcome.

 

– Heath

Apr 21 2012

S is for the Strangest (place you have ever brushed your teeth)

What is the strangest place that you have ever brushed your
teeth?

 

            The
strangest place that I have ever brushed my teeth is in the backseat of a car
two blocks away from where I was headed to meet a date. I used the free
toothbrush and travel size toothpaste the dentist had given me, which had been
deposited into my glove box and forgotten about until that day, and a cherry
cola to rinse with. While in the backseat I had also changed my clothing and
combed my hair. I highly recommend tinting rearview windows in the event you
should ever find yourself in a situation such as this.

 



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Apr 21 2012

S is for Sariah (Existence series character)

             Sariah Fowers
was raised on a farm in Utah
by her Mormon (FLDS) parents. She has six brothers (two older and four younger) and
two older sisters. As a child she wished every night to have her very own dairy
cow. When she became a teenager, she put away her childish bovine wish in favor
of praying three or more times a day for a suitable husband. She watched as her
father arranged marriages for both of her older sisters to respectable twin
young men who were returning missionaries.

            When she
received a diploma declaring her a high school graduate (she was home schooled),
she begged her father to offer her hand to someone as a gift. He refused,
telling her that he had not found a proper suitor yet. Obediently she continued
to work on the farm, not asking her father again, continuing to wait for her
first date.

            On Sariah’s
twentieth birthday her mother declared a worry that her youngest daughter would
become an old maid. After much convincing, Sariah’s father finally agreed that
he would set out to find a suitable husband for his remaining daughter. Fifteen
days later he returned home with Elijah Wright. The two were married a week
later.

Apr 20 2012

R is for Reading now

Fiction books I am presently reading / Where my book marks
are:














Apr 20 2012

R is for Rhubarb (Existence series character)

            Rhubarb is
the nickname of Wend’s sister Danielle’s husband, Hedwynn. The story of how he
got this nickname goes back to their first meeting. Danielle and Hedwynn had
both entered a “Better Breakfast Bakeoff” held at a local fair. Danielle
felt certain that her Potato Egg Nest recipe would win, but alas she was
defeated by Hedwynn’s Rhubarb Spice Pancakes. She walked over to introduce
herself to the winner and ask him his name. Simultaneously a man asked him what
the finely diced pieces were in the pancakes. In the confusion, he answered the
questions backwards, telling the man that the pancakes had Hedwynn in them and
telling Danielle that his name was Rhubarb.

 

 

Rhubarb Spice
Pancakes

2 cup sifted all-purpose flour

3 tsp. baking powder

1 tsp. salt

2 tbsp. sugar

1 egg

1 1/2 cup milk

3/4 cup finely diced rhubarb

1/2 cup applesauce

1/2 tsp. ground ginger

1 tsp. ground cinnamon

1/4 tsp. nutmeg

Cook batter on a hot buttered skillet in rounded portions. Serve with
(optional) pancake toppings and a side of mandarin orange slices.

 

Potato Egg Nest

1 1/2 cups mashed potatoes

6 eggs

4-oz. grated cheddar cheese

2-oz grated Monterey jack cheese

2-oz. crumbled feta cheese

1/2 cup milk

2/3 teaspoon Dijon mustard

1/4 teaspoon salt

1/4 teaspoon black pepper

1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce

Prepare 6 custard cups with butter (or the like). Pour in mashed potatoes,
creating a dip area in the center. Break an egg into each. Place in broiler 6
inches from heat. Cook for 6 minutes until eggs are set. Meanwhile, in a
saucepan blend cheese and milk until heated. Add mustard, Worcestershire sauce,
salt and pepper. Divide mixture evenly over each cup. Return to broiler until
cheese is lightly browned.

 

 

Apr 19 2012

Q is for personality Quiz

 

The Loyal Friend

Others see you as sensible, cautious, careful &
practical. They see you as clever, gifted, or talented, but modest. Not a
person who makes friends too quickly or easily, but someone who’s extremely
loyal to friends you do make and who expects the same loyalty in return. Those
who really get to know you realize it takes a lot to shake your trust in your
friends, but equally that it takes you a long time to get over if that trust is
ever broken.


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http://www.personalityquiz.net/profiles/index.htm

Personality type= ESTJ

 

Extroversion directs your energy outwards towards the world.

You prefer to process information through your five senses.

You prefer logical analysis (Thinking).

You prefer making plans and keeping to schedules(Judging) to
order your life.

 

“Is the glass half full or half empty? Hey! Whose job
was it to fill up this glass?”

 

Interesting facts:

Born leaders. “Take charge” people who get things
done.

Score high on measures of resilience.

The consummate organizers.

May make decisions too quickly.

Most likely of all types to achieve academic success.

Extremely hardworking.

Report very good job satisfaction.






Do you have an inspirational personality?



My Quiz Result: You have an inspirational personality. You take pride in your motivating skills and your friends and colleagues generally look up to you. You consider yourself a successful person and display the traits of an individual who has a very inspirational personality.





What choices do you make in life?



My Quiz Result: For you, variety is the spice of life. You enjoy excitement and are ready to take risk to enjoy life in your own way. You make your own decisions irrespective of norms, and are capable of charting out a new path.

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