I've been handed the Honest Scrap Award by @SlushpileHero, so like the klutzy Olympic Torch Relay, join in to watch me to trip over my own feet and set the world ablaze with useless tidbits of my life.

Via Jeanne B.:

The rules? Simple. Reveal ten things you likely don’t know about me, then pass the award on to someone else I admire. They shall do the same, and it’s just a whole big pile of Honest Scrap!


1. I used to be a Go-Go dancer at a Fetish Club. No stripping here, people. I used to dance in huge stompy monster boots and vinyl booty shorts on a platform to industrial dance music. Dancing has always been therapy to me. I could lose myself in the music and get my best thinking done. I miss it.
(me, on the right, circa 1998)


2. I used to play Live Action Role Playing games. Yes, dears, I used to spend my time in the woods hitting people with birdseed packets (like you throw at weddings - but not break them open) and PVC plumbing pipes wrapped w/ foam and duct tape... wearing elf ears...and um, painting my face different colors... Nothing like spending your teen/early 20's in a state park with 500 of your closest friends for three days in a row, once a month.


3. I once when to Scotland to meet boys I met on AOL. That's all I have to say about that. ;)

4. I met my husband at the aforementioned Fetish Club. He could dance, he was hot, and we (being natives to Atlanta, the gayest city in the country, no lie) we assumed he was not playing for our team. So, while me, my straight girl friend and my gay roomie were standing there, we figured, hey, we need to check him out. My girl friend went to talk to him (for my gay roomie) and found out lo and behold, he was straight! (shock! awe!) Well, being the girls that we are, straight, muthafuckin'dancemachine cute boy has to belong to one of us, because.. damn, that's a hot commodity! My girlfriend went out with him and decided he talked too much. she doesn't "do" chatter. Hot damn, my turn! I can chat to a brick wall. We went out the next weekend.. did a walk of shame after a late night of Waffle House...About a year later we got married.

5. I've been pagan since I was 12 years old. I don't really identify with anything else. Unitarian Universalism is about the only thing close.

6. I used to live on the Indian Reservation in Cherokee, NC. I lived with my boyfriend in a house behind the casino, where I worked as a cage cashier. I loved that job too. It was one of the homiest places I've ever lived and miss the mountains.

7. I have had a complete conversation with Scott Wieland from Stone Temple Pilots and didn't realize who he was until the next day. (AKA the story of "why Cheeky should wear her contacts when she goes out dancing, no matter what.")  I thought he was a bouncer that I knew from the club and just sat down at the bar beside him and started chatting away. His friend beside him was looking at me like I was nuts, but that's not abnormal, so I just ignored it. Well, we talked for about 15 minutes, hugged goodbye, and I went on about my night. The next morning while I was driving to work, I was listening to the radio and the announcer started talking about an interview he had with Scott the night before, at the same club... and how he loved Atlanta so much because people treated him like a normal guy... and then proceeded to talk about me. *facepalm*

8. I have super duper pagan babies... My first born was born on Halloween. My second born was born on Summer Solstice.

9. I dislike chocolate. It makes me sick to my stomach. I prefer sweet tarts, spree, nerds, and sour patch kids, if I'm craving sweet stuff. I also don't really like ice cream either.

10. I got Glenn Danzig slapped by his girlfriend at Dragon*Con once. I was walking through the lobby and dropped my shawl down my back as I walked away from him. I looked over my shoulder and saw him staring at my ass. So did his girlfriend. *SMACK.*


Well, I guess that's it. Totally useless facts about me. Thanks for tagging me in.. and now I'm going to tag out to... @JordanDrew, because I'm sure she'll lurve me for it. HA!

I've decided to try a serial here, based on the 100 word challenge I did a while back about the cafe girl. I had a lot of feedback and thought to expand. I'll be doing a weekly thing, so stay tuned for posts.

~~~

Stepping over the body in the floor, she tiptoed to the counter. Knowing good and well there was no one left to take the money, she still pulled a five-dollar bill from her pants pocket. She tucked it under a stapler beside the register. With a sad smile, she turned and looked around the room. Glasses were broken, coffee cups everywhere, spattered with blood. The lone server lay under her table. Briefly, she closed her eyes. There was nothing more to do here. The Cleaners would arrive and know what to do. She opened the front door of the café and looked around. The snow stopped falling abruptly. It was as if God himself knew she was peering out and refused to let her witness His beauty, or perhaps even He was frightened of her. Either way, it was no matter. She stepped outside, her lungs suddenly splintering from the cold air that rushed in. Acting more efficiently than a triple espresso, her senses perked and she breathed deep in relief. Awake, finally. She now noticed the streets were empty. The neighboring stores, deserted. Feeling more secure about continuing without another incident, she began the trek back home.

copyright elysabeth williams 2010

On Twitter, I found (via @booksbelow) this fun article; a Craigslist-esque Victorian Personal Ad from the late 1800's, posted on the New York Times. Goes to show you, some things never change.

However, SOME things do. I was standing outside a huge gas station yesterday. One of those places that has flat panel tv's piping in music or commercials the entire time you pump gas. I've never really paid any attention to them, as I feel the gas station should be one place where you should be paying attention to what's going on, instead of zoning out to whatever drivel they're trying to peddle.
Absentmindedly, I was singing along to the song that was playing, not really giving any thought about it until I got to the chorus...

"Take the skinheads bowling, take them bowling... "

Wait, what!?
Am I really listening to this song at the gas station? I had to snicker-giggle because it just was that odd... standing out in the snow in a Walmart singing along to Camper Van Beethoven.


And lastly; Today, the loviest of lovey days, I get a phone call from the Mortgage Company, telling me my payment is due. I like to call it, the Captain Obvious moment du jour.

MC: We'd like to talk to you about your mortgage account.
Cheeky: Sure. Is there something wrong?
MC: No, we would just like to extend the offer to let you make the payment over the phone.
Cheeky: No thanks. I'll pay it online like I have for the last seven years.
MC: Yes, I see that you've been doing that. Would you like to pay for it on the phone?
Cheeky: No.
:pause:
MC: Well, um. Your payment is due on the 1st and see it's the 14th.
Cheeky: My terms say I can make payments up until the 16th without penalty, is that wrong?
MC: No, Well it IS due on the 1st but yes, you have until the 25th before we contact the Credit Bureau.
Cheeky: Why are you calling me then?
 :awkward silence:
Cheeky:  I'm not giving my information to you over the phone to make a payment that is not technically late yet because you want me to.
MC: Is there a reason why you pay it the same time every month?
Cheeky: That's when We get paid.
MC: :pause: All right, then.

Cheeky: I guess that's it then?
MC: Yes... I guess... have a good day.
Cheeky: You too.


I hung up the phone in giggles, and actually made the O.o face in conclusion.

Well, I'm wishing, the happiest of Valentine's Days to everybody, whether you chose to participate or not. ::poke poke::

Okay, misleading title.

Spring hopes are eternal. Or at least static... or, at the very least fleeting.

It's frickin' cold and I'm hoping for Spring. Is that better?

I'm waiting on some answers from a few publishers regarding my first work, Making Time. The wait is aging me by years. As soon as the answers roll in, I'm sure to be ancient.

Other than that,  I have three writing projects to do in the next few weeks. One is a personal introduction on isca media's site and then two more music reviews for Hybrid Magazine.

And if you notice to the right, I have added Tidbits; more about me, your local Wench, and two blurbs.
Oh, and that chick staring at you in the Facebook page wants you to add yourself as a fan. ;)


Keep refreshing. Something might pop up.

I hope everyone is safe, warm, and dry.