The Tudors’ Neighborhood

instead of my usual moaning & winging, I thought I would look on the slightly more cheerful side today, since I have finished my new video, my album's coming out and we have a full US campaign planned coming up...  I thought I would 'big myself up' for as change, and get everyone over to uTube.cok to view my new video, make comments, and ofcourse purchase my new record (well at least some trax...)

here it is you ungrateful ****'*:  http://www.youtube.com/marshallstarvideo  don't say I didn't give you a chance, when I was feeling fairly reasonable, coz' tomorrow (or eeerr  Monday), I am back on my ******' beat every ****** up)

• 07:16 twitter finally up! #
• 09:09 @ziguzagu がんばれ！ #
• 10:37 Like San Francisco, Tokyo has a great weather, too! and TGIF! #
• 11:16 Blu-ray Apart: ブルーレイ・レコーダー「ソニーBDZ-T70が抽選で1名に」 tinyurl.com/53msnn #
• 11:37 25年ぶりの裁縫。最初は指が震えたが、すぐにスイスイ。そういえば家庭科5だったな #
• 12:07 @mikamika59 調理は昔は苦手でしたが、いまは得意w #
• 12:09 @nananatsuki かがり縫いw #
• 15:54 @mikamika59 空気圧が足りないとバーストする可能性が高いので、必要な措置でした！ｗ #
• 17:08 @takoratta ご愁傷様です… #

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Joe lay back on his elbows and smiled to himself. The soft sand was piled up under the blanket and made a kind of chaise-longue for him. His eyes were fixed on Steph and their dog, Boomer, playing together on the wet sand. There was a fundamental beauty to seeing them so carefree and happy; Steph had her ‘real’ smile on her face. Joe cast his mind back to the first row that had errupted from him saying that he wanted to get a dog. Steph had been adamant that she disliked, even hated, dogs and that there would never be a place for a dog in their lives. They were too busy, too socially active, too young, too recently cohabiting to even consider that kind of responsibility. She had gone on to be quite clear that her veto was partly predicated on the fact that she fully expected that if they did keep a dog, she would do all of the work. Of couse it didn’t work out that way. Three weeks later Boomer was living with them and even though Joe tried to do all of the work, Boomer really was Steph’s dog. --- This Ficlet, as with all of my 'Friday' Ficlets, was inspired by a photograph on Flickr. In the spirit of the Creative Commons ideal (these stories are published under a CC license) I will find a photo on Flickr each week that is published there under a Creative Commons License and write a story that occurs to me when looking at the picture. This week's picture is here:

Photo by Sharkbait - Please click the photo to see the original version on flickr.com
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Dario looked down on the Rathaus square and wondered how many times he had studied this scene over the decades that he had perched here on Saint Michael’s sword. He lifted his gaze from the Weihnachtsmarkt and stared at the Tannenbaum on the island in the Alster – a shame, he preferred the fountain. None of the people below enjoying Glühwein and Flammekuchen had any idea that what appeared to be a raven perched high above them was not so simple a creature after all. He took some personal delight in their ignorance. The wind was whipping by, and Dario was cursing Julius’s desire to meet in Hamburg. Why not Venice, after all it was December; why choose somewhere so cold? He supposed that Julius had business near by that would not keep, at least he hoped that was so, not that Julius was amused by Dario perishing up here in the wind off the Elbe. A large Barn Owl landed on the parapet below Dario, bobbed in greeting and then he heard in his mind; “Hello old friend, I haven’t kept you waiting I hope..?” --- You can see the original post on Ficlets.com by clicking here.

Duma Key (Thorndike Press Large Print Basic Series)

Stephen King

since I read a book that scared me so badly I couldn't sleep.

I stated Stephen King's Duma Key last night around 9 p.m.; about midway through I realized I had to try to sleep soon and started scanning through the second half of the book because I knew I wasn't going to sleep until the ghost had been laid to rest, so to speak.

Hmph.

I should know there's no skimming with books like that. By 3:30 I was almost finished, but at the most tense part, when ... flicker, flicker, off - the power went out.

Two problems. One, I was already scared almost out of my mind. Two, I had to finish that damn book. Stumbled around until I found a flashlight to read the last 10 or so pages, which, of course, involve a flashlight in a remarkably creepy way. Good, now that's done.

But I have no alarm clock and the juice on my cell phone is too far gone for me to rely on using it as an alarm in the morning. Opened the blinds thinking the morning sun would surely wake me up on time and tried to sleep, but no dice.

Finally the power came back on around 4:15. I had to reset my alarm but apparently did it wrong, because it failed to go off this morning and I was late for work.

Nice one, Stephen! Nice one! I don't think you've creeped me out like this since, oh, Pet Semetary? And how you managed to get the power to go out right at that moment ...

Who was the last person you offended?
Submitted by May.

My wife. I'm always offending my wife. That's just me, I guess, and she is who she is, which is easily offended. I speak plainly, and more so the older I get. She doesn't like to hurt feelings, so she doesn't. It's said that opposites attract.

It's a big year for divas, dear reader, what with Kylie turning 40, Madonna celebrating her 50th (yeah, right) and Grace Jones blowing out 60 candles - count 'em - on her cake. To mark the occasion, that august publication the Daily Telegraph has published portraits of all three. For all Madge and Kyles's ferocious work ethic and "reinvention" it's nice to see that the coolest of the three is still "our Gracie" - just for being bonkers and decadent. And those choons still stand up well today. Here are my favourite quotes:

Her family left the Caribbean for the US when she was 14 and it was via an American model agency that she wound up in Paris, where she shared an apartment with Jerry Hall. (“We didn’t sleep in it. We just kept Champagne there.”) — Birthday Girls: Grace Jones - Telegraph

If anything, she has become more doll-like over the years, more often than not playing the romantic victim, messed around by some dark-haired cad, denying her the fairy-tale white wedding that Charlene got all those years ago. — Birthday Girls: Kylie Minogue at 40 - Telegraph

It is Madonna’s self-belief that has ebbed away as she has grown older. Suddenly she looks like everyone else, desperate to stay young, to stay in touch. That girl who skipped on to a stage three decades ago didn’t give a damn what anyone else was doing. She was going to do it her way. — Birthday Girls: Madonna - Telegraph

• 12:25 On the phone with Comcast since my Internet is down. This is really not what I needed today. #
• 13:17 Woo. Pain pills popped. #
• 13:27 @jacksonman: The game I play the most now is Guitar Hero 3 on the Wii. I used to be really into EverQuest and played DAOC some. #
• 22:50 I think I'll just spend the rest of my life confused. Time for a shower, pain medicine, and more sleep. Someday I'll be back to snuff. #
• 01:12 Kidney stones, I blame you for the perceived disrailment of specific things in my life. You have terrible timing. You suck. #

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