Newscoma

Kathy T. contacted SQ last night (I was in a meeting about donated auction items and we had received a Nascar jacket and no one knew who the driver was as none of us watch Nascar. I think we decided on Ricky Rudd. The autograph wasn’t very helpful. To see all of us looking at this Tide coat trying to figure it out was quite comic. I wanted to shout out Richard Petty every two minutes although I knew it was not accurate but he is one of those guys I just happen to know.)

Anyway, she called and talked to Squirrelly (who has a bum computer right now but will be back in action as soon as it’s fixed) and told her about this. I think the stray dog had a better run than I did.

I had no idea. It was groovy needless to say.

I also saw a twitter yesterday about Bad Bad Ivy’s son Nate watching news coverage during the storm scare Nashville had. Apparently, he thinks the news is Newscoma and that Newscoma is the one reporting it to him on the news (not me, necessarily, but we are training the boy young to know that news will put you in a coma. Haa, hee, har, aaa, hem)

That is honestly the most charming thing I’ve seen in awhile and I smiled so hard I thought my face might just break in two. He also thinks a tornado warning is a tomato warning which made me smile even harder.

I love Nate. And Twitter can be fun. Especially when you see little gems like that.

Other cool stuff that I’m going to tell you about that you might or might not care about is that I’m having fun writing over at Teevieo. I told my friend, Scratchy Throat, several months ago I’d love to write about television (actually, I would love to be a media critic. I also want a Vespa. Shut up.) I got to write about Battlestar Galactica earlier today. It was a blast.

I’m also starting a new gig with a group blog on Monday called Popular Fidelity. I’m handling national/international news and, of course, offbeat stuff. (Take that Weekly World News, you traitorous bastards for shutting down.)

Other things, in case you were wondering, is I’m doing the final edit on the book. It’s commercial horror-romance crap literary goodness, but I kinda dig it and enjoyed the hell out of writing it over the past three years. It has demons, goddesses, paranormal sex, death, gore, small-town politics and a bunch of characters in it, cause you know, books have characters in them. I know, I learned a lot in the “How To Write A Novel” one day course I took. I’m going to get it ready and send the sucker out. I think I want to publish under the name Buffy VanBufferstein. (It’s that kind of book and instead of Fabio on the cover, I want one of those romance sort of thing with Jack Black, just to give it spice.) So I’m going to send it out. I don’t know to who, but I’m working on it.

I know, I share too much over here.