Things Better Left Unsaid...

With texting and twitter so popular, there are a lot of messages floating in cyberspace that people probably wish they could take back. I just heard about a site called "Texts from Last Night" which is hilarious. Here's a peek:


(570): why did i make a hit list last night containing only McDonalds?
(1-570): you tried to order a magarita mcflurry and when they said they didnt make those you tried to call 911


(617): yo I sort of want to f**k rachel maddow. but I'm not a lesbian. actually I reaally want to so maybe I am a lesbian. at least on weekdays at 9.

(510): I got a call from 999 999 9999. I didn't answer it because I was too busy freaking out about the number.
(1-510): It was probably Jesus.
(510): I feel like he would have left a message.


(206): She punched me in the face after i pulled it out and grabbed my cell phone. Ill be the one hiding in the bushes with one shoe.


(207): using no condom is gross. my vagina has a dress code.


(609): ive been sending my husband naked pics of my whole body from my phone..its a work phone. do you think our boss can see? if so, im either getting fired, or a raise.


(305): He's not gay. He just has bad gaydar and he gaydared himself and was wrong.



This is why some people shouldn't drink. This is also why some people shouldn't use twitter. And there are some people who really shouldn't do them at the same time!

Minx

What Keeps You Coming Back For More?

Have you ever been reading a book only to surface hours later amazed at how much time has passed? Most of the great storytellers affect me this way (J.R. Ward, Nora Roberts, J.K. Rowling, J.R.R. Tolkien as a few examples) but WHAT is it exactly they're doing? How can words on a page transport me to a different country, time or universe? You know, "that place" where you're so absorbed in the story that it almost becomes more real to you than your "real" life.

If I had the answer to that I suppose I would rule the writing world :)>

Some of my faves are the entire Harry Potter series, The Black Dagger Brotherhood series by J.R. Ward and Nora Roberts "Irish Trilogy".



What are some books that have taken you to "that place"?

Minx

Do you Tweet?

I’ve finally been sucked into this new phenomenon called “Twitter”. I’ve been tweeting (twitting?) for about 14 hours now. I tried to resist for as long as I could but when word got out that editors and agents were putting out requests and discussing all the reasons they reject (google: #queryfail if you’re interested) I KNEW I had to join.

Now I am addicted.

Why do I care what someone else had for breakfast, cooked for dinner last night or plans to do this evening? I’m not entirely sure I do. Maybe it’s just the novelty of a new medium that has me enthralled for now. This is an interesting thing to ponder though. It has to say something about the human psyche that we’re so interested in the minutiae of each other’s everyday lives. Are we that starved for personal contact? Is this the information age’s way of making us feel more connected? Who knows…

Whatever the case, you’re welcome to follow me on Twitter if you have an account. I’m under the name Minx_Malone.



I’ll try not to be too boring!

Bloody Brilliant!

Okay, I am so in love with the folks at Google for going here right now, I had to share...

We all send e-mail we regret. I mean, I know I can't possibly be the only person who has come home from having a few beers with the girls one night, kicked off my dancin' shoes and instead of crawling into bed like I should, find myself logged onto the lappie, typing what I think are witty, nay - genius e-mails that are in actuality ones I will most likely regret in the morning.

Well, regret no more...Gmail has developed a breathalyzer for your e-mail called, (I love this name) Mail Goggles. hehehe Yes, enable the Mail Goggles add-on feature from Gmail labs in your settings and never worry about sending a late night "I have a great new idea" memo to your editor, an "I miss you, let's get back together" plea to your ex, or a flaming message to someone on your loops, ever again!

How does it work? Well, after you have set the days of the week and times you will most likely need the Mail Goggles feature, should you then try to send a message during those times, a window will pop up, asking if you really want to send this e-mail? Should you choose to continue down the path of folly, it then has you attempt to solve five math questions (you set the difficulty level when you're sober.) See the example:

Now, if you fail to answer the math problems correctly in the given time frame of 60 seconds or so, a phrase like "Water and bed for you" or "Try again" will pop up. I assume the idea being that you'll get bored, fed up or pass out before you can figure out the problems. Knowing me and math, the second the screen popped up, I'd groan, draft the e-mail and go to bed.

That said, this feature would be most useful for me to utilize early in the morning, say before I've swilled down my third cup of coffee. LOL! What can I say? I'm just not a morning person. *grins*

So, whether you tend to drink & mail, or are (like me) cranky at 5am and meaner than you could be, think of giving Mail Goggles a try.

And while the times I'd use this feature would be few and far between, I'd still like to step up and say Thank you, Team Google for having my back. You guys think of everything and totally rock the casbah!

Okay bloggers, your turn...weigh in and let me know how many of you are already downloading this feature as I type...

Until next time...

Justify THIS!!

A post by another writer has stirred some thought in me. She was asking why we slave away at something that’s sometimes derided by others and often doesn’t provide a living wage. She expressed a lot of turmoil about continuing to write when it uses so much of our time, effort and resources. In essence, her true question was - why bother?

This question plagued me for a long time and I couldn’t put my finger on why until today. The answer hit me as I was slaving away at my 9 to 5.

We bother because we WANT to.

Why do we have to justify something that brings us so much joy and comraderie? Especially when it causes no harm. No one questions men about why they spend so much time on their hobbies. My husband just bought $300 worth of new golf clubs. No one asked him to justify why he enjoys hitting tiny balls across the equivalent of a massive backyard. (O-kay, maybe I have asked why he has to spend quite so much a time or two…)

I also find it amusing that the same people who put down others are usually boring couch potatoes. Maybe it’s jealousy that they don’t have the guts to go after what they want or maybe it’s just plain meanness, but these are NOT people qualified to judge anyone else.

If you’re struggling to make any dream come true, whether you want to write, paint or sing on freaking Broadway – GO FOR IT. The world is so much better to live in when we’re doing the things we love. And anyone who doesn’t get that needs to go back to their couch and continue watching all the bad reality TV that’s on.



MINX (blowing a raspberry at life in general)

Girl's Rule, April Fools!

If I worked at Burger King when this happened I think I would have peed my pants laughing!



#8: The Left-Handed Whopper

In 1998 Burger King published a full page advertisement in USA Today announcing the introduction of a new item to their menu: a "Left-Handed Whopper" specially designed for the 32 million left-handed Americans. According to the advertisement, the new whopper included the same ingredients as the original Whopper (lettuce, tomato, hamburger patty, etc.), but all the condiments were rotated 180 degrees for the benefit of their left-handed customers. The following day Burger King issued a follow-up release revealing that although the Left-Handed Whopper was a hoax, thousands of customers had gone into restaurants to request the new sandwich. Simultaneously, according to the press release, "many others requested their own 'right handed' version."

(http://www.museumofhoaxes.com/hoax/aprilfool)


Did anyone play any good April Fool's jokes? (Or get played...)

Minx

Feelings of Mass Destruction

Have you ever had a secret crush? Not the kind you have as a pimply faced teen in love with the captain of the football team. Those kinds of crushes are considered cute, a requisite part of adolescence even.

I’m talking about the chills on the back of your neck when you talk to your best friend’s husband. The way your heart races when you’re near one of your co-workers, your professor or even “gasp” your priest! These feelings that we try to turn off, bury or hide but ultimately cannot deny have the potential to end marriages, hurt feelings and devastate friendships.

No, these crushes are anything but cute.

What do you do when your heart is trying to lead you in a direction you cannot follow? Or is it all in our heads? I think I’m in love, therefore I am. (Translation = If I wanted to get over it, I could.)

What do you think? Are we victims of our own emotions or perpetrators of our own pain? Or do you think everything happens for a reason and we're all just victims of fate?

I have no answers, only questions. The only thing I know for sure is that fate is a bitch sometimes.

And I really want to slap her.