Two MicroPoems about Two Wasted Girls at a Concert

Saw two things at a concert last weekend that were poem-worthy.  1) Really skinny girl (like drugged-out skinny) dancing spastically (like drugged-out dancing) fall on her face.  2) Middle-aged woman bend over, put her hands on the ground, and shake her (huge) butt in the air, then stand up and proceed to smack her own (huge) butt repeatedly.

Thank you, substance abusers, for the inspiration.  Now, please go get some counseling while I write these poems in your honor.

 

Messed up rock concert girl,
Spin-art eyes awash with chemical bliss;
Spastic, writhing dance,
Releasing demons to the beat.

by Edie Montgomery-Pool

 

Liquid denial.
Each sip washes a year from her memory but not her body.
Her sexy drunken dance now just a
Drunken dance.

by Edie Montgomery-Pool

Zoo Sex Spammers – Maybe You Should Re-Think Your Business Plan

I just got 67 spam messages for:

  • animal sex
  • horse sex
  • zoo sex

Somebody went to a lot of trouble to set up sites for these subjects and send out thousands of messages all across the web.  So, what I’m wondering is…is there really that big of a market for this that it’s even worth it???

Free business advice for sicko porn peddlers:  I’m not going to visit your site either way, but I suggest you stick to housewives, college girls, and twins.  It doesn’t take a marketing genius to figure out that’s probably where the money is.

Romance Author, Nicola Marsh

Today I’m shining the author spotlight on romance writer, Nicola Marsh.  Nicola currently writes for Harlequin Mills and Boon Romance and Modern Heat/Presents series, and has published 20 books and sold over a million copies worldwide.  Nicola is a full-time mommy, as well as a full-time writer.  She says on her website, nicolamarsh.com:

In the ideal world, I would write the whole day (what bliss!) Instead, I have a family to raise so my work day starts at 8.30 pm when the little ones are down for the night. I write for a few hours, longer if I’m on a roll or facing a deadline. Sleep is a distant memory.

You can find out more about this talented and prolific author at the website above, or read this author interview in the Sue’s Clues section of the website, Romance Readers at Heart.  See a list of available romance novels by Nicola Marsh at amazon.com.

I rarely read traditional romance, but after reading a description at cataromance.com of Two Weeks in the Magnate’s Bed, I’m very interested in getting this book!

Nicola Marsh also twitters at twitter.com/NicolaMarsh.

Best Blog Ever (Besides Mine of Course)

I think I have possibly found the best blog ever:  Be More Fancy.  I love the style the blog is done in, with crazy photos throughout each post that serve to emphasize whatever subject matter is being discussed.  The writing style, too, is wonderful.  See for yourself:

I woke up last night to a bad dream. Well, I guess I went to bed with it. It was hovering, I recognized it knocking on me and could not pin it down or Jedi mind trick it away.

The previous is from a post called I am so stressed! Venting!  Be More Fancy is written by “Ms Smart.”  A peek at Ms Smart’s profile gives us a clue as to why her blog is also quite smart (and fancy).  Ms Smart is a Director in Adverstising in L.A.  Ahhh…good job Ms Smart.  Love love love the blog.

Ms Smart also twitters at twitter.com/MsSmart.

Twitter Addicts – Why Your Brain is Forcing You to Tweet

I once heard a news story about some sports star who was caught doing crack cocaine.  He told reporters he became addicted the very first time he did the drug.  I remember thinking, “Wow!  That’s powerful stuff.”

And now that same thing has happened to me. Except not with crack cocaine, but with something much more powerful. I’m addicted to Twitter. And I was from the very first time I used it.

I’ve been on Twitter for 5 days.  And when I say I’ve been on it for 5 days, I mean I’ve been on it non-stop for 5 days!  I’ve posted 66 tweets, followed over 200 people (people whose tweets I read), and about 60 of them have followed me back.  I’ve ignored stuff I really needed to be doing so that I could devote as much as my time as possible to Twitter.

I know one of the key steps in facing your addiction is to take responsibility, but really it’s not my fault.  Scientific studies done at the Washington State University and the University of Michigan back me up.  A recent article on these and similar studies on slate.com called Seeking, How the Brain Hard-wires Us to Love Google, Twitter, and Texting explains…

…in some addictions the brain becomes sensitized to the wanting cycle of a particular reward. So addicts become obsessively driven to seek the reward, even as the reward itself becomes progressively less rewarding once obtained.

The article goes on to state:

…all our electronic communication devices—e-mail, Facebook feeds, texts, Twitter—are feeding the same drive as our searches. Since we’re restless, easily bored creatures, our gadgets give us in abundance qualities the seeking/wanting system finds particularly exciting.

If you’re a Twitter addict (or blogging or other computer addict), click the link above to read the article.  As for me, I’m headed over to twitter.com.

(P.S. I found the link to the above-mentioned article on Twitter.) 😉

Funny Short Story About What Happens to Displaced CEOs

The latest edition of the literary journal, Word Riot, is out, and it includes a short-story/flash-fiction piece called CEO by Billy Middleton.  I thought this was cleverly written…

“I adopted a corporate CEO from the local shelter. He was let out on the street after his company folded, was picked up rooting through dumpsters, running through busy intersections. The volunteer at the shelter told me he was unfriendly…”

To read the rest of the story or hear the story read to you by the author, go here.

Twitter…I’ve Been Assimilated

So when Twitter first came out, I was like, “Yeah!  I have to get on that.”  Then everyone started tweeting, and I was like, “Nah, I don’t want to do it now that everyone is doing it.” 

But then the peer pressure got to me.  So, what I’m trying to say is that I’m now on Twitter.  In my usual semi-literary/semi-literate style, I’ve signed up under the name MeWriteWords.  Feel free to cyberstalk me.