A fun little meme, because I need something to take my mind off how icky I feel:
Pick 10 fictional characters you'd boff:
(In no particular order).
1) Rupert Giles (Anthony Stewart Head) - Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Droool. Giles is the hotness. First, it's Anthony Stewart Head. Second, he's all scholarly and deep with a dangerous past. Third, it's Anthony Stewart Head!
2) Spike (James Marsters) - Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel
He's the quintessential bad boy. And those abs! Plus he's got all the best lines. "I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it."
3) James Bond (Pierce Brosnan)
4) Asher - Anita Blake Series by Laurell K. Hamilton.
I'm a total sucker (pardon the vamp pun) for the broody, flawed, tortured soul types.
5) E. Edward Grey (James Spader) in Secretary.
James Spader in his sexiest role--all intense and tortured.
6) Silver - Silver Metal Lover by Tanith Lee
The perfect lover. How could any red-blooded gal not want to boff Silver?
7) Azhrarn, Night's Master - Tales From the Flat Earth by Tanith Lee
My taste for danger coming through. And tall, dark, handsome strangers.
8) Jareth the Goblin King (David Bowie) - Labyrinth
It's David Bowie in tight pants and heeled boots! How could Sarah turn him down?
9) Dream - Sandman series by Neil Gaiman.
He's too sexy for his cloak, too sexy for his cloak . . .
10) High Priest Imhotep (Arnold Vosloo) in The Mummy and The Mummy Returns
Another no-brainer. I likes 'em bad and dangerous. Apparently.
Had an idea for a short story, somewhat different than I've tried before. I think it'll stretch me as a writer. Started doing research for it, but felt too queasy to make a start on the story. Got a lot of good notes, though.
Received a glowing review of "The Life and Times of Penguin" which took some of the pen-stabby sting out of Bluejack's review:
Eugie Foster’s “The Life and Times of Penguin” succeeds in being, by turns, funny, thought-provoking, and poignant . . . In this fairly brief story–an existentialist allegory, when you get right down to it–Foster manages to ask these questions, and she has something meaningful to say in return. It’s an impressive achievement. That she pulls it off in an entertaining way, without once sounding preachy, is also noteworthy; and if that weren’t enough, her prose is clean, taut, and relentlessly visual.
--Douglas Hoffman, Tangent