Monthly Archives: February 2012

Videos I Can’t Stop Watching Right Now, Issue #1

Last week, I wrote about Things I’m Loving Right Now.  This week, it is all about videos I’m watching right now.

This first one is a joke, but I’m seriously considering following each step.  The pea coat collar, the jutting chin, and the hoodie all make it perfect.  So, where do I get a pea coat with a huge collar?

The next one is a true WTF scenario.  Back in your day?  What day was that?  Victorian England?  Try going back there.  I’ll help you build a time machine.

This was the Google Doodle on Valentine’s Day.  All my students loved it.

Later, this weekend I will be posting a video I will never watch – the video of my reading at Boundless Tales.

Safe: Trifecta Week 14 Challenge

My entry for the Week 14 Trifecta Challenge using the word safe as “affording safety or security from danger, risk, or difficulty“.  This is a continuation of my previous entry for the Week 12.  I like the idea of using these exercises to tell a story, but slightly out of order.  This segment is later in the story than the beginning from last week.

Edie ran down the hallway of her building, breathless and frightened, cursing herself for picking yet another loser.  Although, this one – Trevor – was by far the worst.  When she saw his profile online, she definitely had the impression that he was safe.  He didn’t have any weird interests and his hair was well-groomed.  As she fumbled through her pockets for her keys, she laughed to herself.  Safe, he was not.  Quite the opposite.

She found her keys and stopped shaking just long enough to put them through their appropriate locks.  She heard Trevor coming up the stairs.

“Ooooh, Eeeeedddieeeeee,” he screamed in a fashion she thought only done by movie villians.

In addition to sounding stereotypically (and a bit ridiculously) evil, he didn’t seem out of breath.  She found this odd since he had been chasing her from the subway stop three blocks away.  As she shut the door and turned the locks on the other side, she realized that being a total pyscho probably does require that one work out.  She had liked that, too (and, if she was being honest, a small part of her still did) when she first saw his picture – he was fit.  Not in the I-spend-all-my-free-time-at-the-gym kind of way her ex Tony did.  Tony was hot, but he was a dolt.  Rather, Trevor was fit in the I-take-care-of-myself-and-care-how-I-treat-my-body kind of way.  She was wrong about the safe part, but he was certainly physically fit (if not mentally).  It was beginning to occur to her that she better re-think her criteria for selecting men.