Megan Hart

I didn’t know you when you started.

Oh, I saw the articles in Entertainment Weekly, heard the buzz. But you came on in a time when I didn’t watch television, had no Tivo to help me. I didn’t care much about you, in the beginning.

And then…Netflix came into my life. That saucy whore. Teasing me, tempting me with unlimited rentals of programs I’d heard about but had never watched.

Like you.

So…yeah, I rented you at first. Just one disc. I said, “hey, if I don’t like you, I don’t ask you out again.” I didn’t know when I slipped you into the DVD player, slowly, carefully, that you’d turn out to be so. Damn. Beautiful. That first season murdered me. Tore me up, slit me open and sewed me up again. I screamed, I cried, I writhed.

I fell. Hard. Fast and deep. All the way.

Dr. Troy? Yes, please. Over and over again, and then one more time? Break my heart, please, because it yearns to be broken by the likes of you.

That first season was some of the most balls-to-the-wall, over-the-top, outrageous, horrifying, tantalizing, scintillating and sometimes disgusting television I’d ever seen. Oh, sure, you were too much to believe. Sure, you took everything that was good in anyone and turned it bad. I knew I could count on your characters to always make the wrong choices, no matter what.

You have no redeemeable qualities, Nip/Tuck. You know that? You know you’re filthy and unrepentant, don’t you? Just like you know you have me begging for more every single time you’re on.

Season two was next, and I ate that season. Oh, I didn’t rent any more. I had to OWN YOU. Yes, Nip/Tuck, you’re my filthy, nasty habit. I could watch you over again…and here’s a secret…oh, yes. Yes, I did. Snuck peeks at you during the day when I was supposed to be writing. “Research,” I called it. But we both know I lied. That’s what you do to me, Nip/Tuck, you turn me into your dirty, lying whore, and I LOVE IT.

Got caught up just in time for Season Three on broadcast, and with the help of some strange gadget called a DVD recorder (NOT A DVR, no, baby, this thing actually used RECORDABLE DISCS) I was able to keep up with you every week. Oh, sure, the dvds never recorded right and the timer was always off. Sure, I had to scream myself hoarse with frustration when I missed you. Thank God FX played you so many times I could always catch up.

This is it, Nip/Tuck. I wasn’t with you from the start, but I’ve been with you a damn long time. I’ve cried. I’ve laughed. I’ve cringed. I’ve stayed with you through every single unbelievable, repulsive story twist and plot line. I kept up with you even when Sean and Christian moved to L.A. because…how fucking ridic was that? But I was there with you. Loving you. Yearning for you. Aching to be filled with your weekly dose of OMG WTF.

And now…

Now, we say goodbye.

There’s only one episode left. And I can’t watch it. I can’t. I cannot bear to watch you end.

Christian, Sean, Liz, Julia, Matt, Connor, Annie, Kimber…none of you could ever get your heads out of your asses, and with one more episode to go, I don’t see as how you possibly CAN. But I guess that’s okay, because it would be unfair to expect any of you to get it straight after so long.

And after all, isn’t it what I so loved about you? Your constant flaws? Your never-changing lack of common sense?

Oh, Nip/Tuck, my dear Nip/Tuck…my beloved Nip/Tuck. I weep in advance at the thought of losing you. You were the one show I cheated on Supernatural with. The one I have to watch. Must see. Can’t be without.

I’m going to miss you.

<3,

M

I don’t celebrate Lent. I wouldn’t even have known it *was* Lent if not for the internet and people around here talking about fashnachts (which I didn’t even eat any of this year, sad!) If I were going to give up anything for forty days it would be something I could already live without because I’m ornery that way — I gave up bacon a looooooong time ago and you know what? I don’t miss it, ever. So when I want to do something, I do it, but if I feel like I *have* to do it because of New Year’s Resolution or something like that, well, I just don’t.

I’m more likely to pick up a habit (let’s say writing 20 pgs a day, go me!) rather than drop one (drinking too much Coke Zero, I know, bad me!)

But I was thinking about confessions, so here are my top ten confessions.

1. I get a picture of Keanu Reeves emailed to me EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. And I LOVE IT. I will never unsubscribe!

2. I sing karaoke in my living room when I am home alone. Also when I’m not alone, but sometimes when I’m alone. I like to sing Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves.

3. I once allowed my son to wear the cowboy boots that were mine in 8th grade to school. He was in second grade (I think, time has a way of becoming hazy.) He wanted to wear them, I have no idea why, but I was like, you go on with your bad self. And he did.

4. I did not wait “until I was married.”

5. On average, I say “fuck” about six times a day. Sometimes a lot more. Most often, not less.

6. I allow my children to watch disgusting, violent zombie movies (with my supervision.) I’ve made them promise not to become serial killers. So far, so good. *fingers crossed*

7. I have a forearm fetish– a man’s nice forearms with just the right amount of arm hair, nice wrists, sleeves rolled up…gah. I trace this DIRECTLY back to a substitute teacher I had in high school. I think his name was Mr. Wilson or Willard or Wilfred or something like that; maybe that’s just what we called him. He didn’t like us much. I think we teased him. But he had some HOT forearms.

8. I believe I once told someone I loved him when I didn’t. On the other hand, I think I didn’t tell someone I loved him when I did. So it all works out.

9. If you piss me off enough, I’ll put you in a book, and not as the hero/heroine. But you know what? Maybe if you weren’t made of evil, you wouldn’t have to worry.

10. I kissed a girl…but I’m not sure I could say I liked it.

There it is, confessions!

Got something to get off your chest? G’head!

M

also, this:

— photo taken by my friend Scott Church.

And this makes me smile.

Well, I cleaned off my desk today, and let me tell you something. It always takes a really long time. I also did laundry, and that takes a long time, too! Which makes my eyes all squinty, the laundry and the cleaning.

I also edited a Spice Brief called The Experiment and sent that off to my editor; so that’s what I do instead of watching The Super Bowl. I work. Oh, I did play some Sims 3 earlier today, but I don’t really count it since I was actually editing while I just let my Sim lady go about her business.

She discovered a star.

I know, right? Who knew they even could? Left to her business, she will play her guitar a lot and flirt with people. She also apparently likes to discover stars. And she found some seeds, but I don’t think she’ll plant them. Well, maybe she will, I don’t know.

Tomorrow I aim to get up at a good time (instead of letting the alarm just go off, then again, then again later…) which means I intend to get to bed very shortly. Which is also what I’m doing instead of watching the Super Bowl. Going to be early. I believe I shall read. Now, I just finished Under the Dome which was a doorstop of a book, my God, over 1000 pages, really? REALLY?! And I think I’m going to read The Lightning Thief or possibly The Dead and Gone next. Because I feel like it.

On the other hand, if I’m going to dive back into Collide tomorrow, I really should read through it to refresh my memory. So maybe I’ll take that to bed with me instead, and go over it.

See, that’s what I do instead of watching football.

I work!

M

I wish I still watched LOST so I could be all excited about it and screaming and running around my basement saying OMG NO WAY!

But…I haven’t watched since season three? Four, maybe? I keep meaning to get caught up on DVD (because the first season of lost, and even into the second, I LOVED it!!! LOOOOOOOVED.) But I just don’t. Too much else to watch I haven’t caught up on, and I just don’t care.

I miss the experience of loving LOST. Not the show itself. I miss the excitement and thrill and OMG NO WAY bits of it. I don’t really miss the plot, the characters or anything like that.

Still. I’m sort of sad I’m not watching it.

M

So, Thursday I finished the rough draft of my extra project — 78,000 words in 13 days, thank you very much. Yesterday, I cleaned my house. Tonight I have plans later, so after I finish this entry I’m going to play the SIMS. Yes. Thank God. I need it. I want it.

Then next week, it’s revise/revise/revise because this book has to be finished by the end of this month or DIRE THINGS WILL HAPPEN. I can’t reveal to you what those dire things are, but they involve a wet noodle. And possibly a ruler.

But today, I’m going to play the Sims and then I’m probably going to do some cleaning because mysteriously, though I cleaned the house yesterday, parts of it are dirty again.

Before I go, I’m going to pass this along. One of my favorite musicians, Christopher Dallman, is taking part in a benefit to raise money for a woman named Jennifer who has MS.

And also, this, from another of my favorite musicians…Jason Manns. He says at his blog about his new movie, RockSlyde “It will be available on Video on Demand, starting in April,more details to follow, and the general DVD release will be in May… That is the good news, and now for the request. Please get on your NetFlix account and request Rock Slyde! And if you don’t have a Netflix account, please repost this anywhere you can think of. The more requests we get the better obviously, and it will tremendously help our little movie! ”

Also, yesterday I was a guest at Beth Kery’s blog, and though I thought I put up a post saying so, I clearly did not…*headdesk*. So check out Beth’s blog!

Also, I started reading Under the Dome.

Also. Supernatural? I love you.

M

OH! And a big P.S. to my friend WESTON WALLS…check out his blog, and his new show! Weston’s going to be producing a great new web show and you can be a part of it!

Yesterday was an epic day. Forty pages. Yes, 40. Yesterday, I wrote more pages than I have lived years on this earth. That’s about 10,000 words, btw.

So, yeah, that was a lot.

And then, brain broken, I watched EQUILIBRIUM so I could recover.

The problem with watching Equilibrium is that I suddenly want to dress like a Grammaton Cleric. Okay, maybe I really want Superman to dress like a Grammaton Cleric. But I want a cleric’s coat, or jacket, and thus led to the internet search for such a thing.

You can actually buy one.

It’s not really what I want, though. I want more like…a jacket. Or something like this, really. See that? That’s my porn, right there. (NO. Not the MAN, just the OUTFIT. Not the OCCUPATION. Just the CLOTHES.)

So, yeah. I have to get off searching the internet for a place to find a really cool cleric’s outfit, because yeah, I totally NEED ONE OMG. *eyeroll*

How about this. Oh yes. OH YES.

You see the problem?

Don’t even get me started about how Superman started imitating Bale’s “goood for youuuuuuu” last night and I srsly almost lost…something…

Yeah.

I don’t think I’ll be doing 40 pages today. I’ll be lucky if I get a shower and put on some clothes.

M

Oh, also? Want this.

So, last year about this time I dumped a bunch of blogs I regularly read, including my LJ friends’s list feed (and stopped feeding this blog into that, too), downsized in other internet places I used to linger and lurk. It made me feel more productive. Sure, I slowly inched back into a bunch of things. Twitter definitely took up more space in my day, but I streamlined by feeding my Twitter into my Facebook (though playing Farmville took up more than it’s share of time!). I also deleted all my Google alerts for my name. Then toward the end of the year, during holiday time, I sort of abandoned all pretense of not being the internet’s doity hooah and spent time ferhoodling around. A lot.

All of that’s being kicked to the curb. I cut way, way back on my Twitter following list because that is definitely more of a time suck than anything else. I gave up Farmville a bunch of weeks ago, checking in only now and again. I deleted several more blogs off my Google reader (mostly daily picture blogs…hello, yes, they’re pretty, but do I really need to ogle so much?)

And between today and yesterday, I wrote over 7,000 words. Nice, considering some of that was by hand on the ride home from Gallifrey (aka the beach house) and I typed up some more in about an hour last night before I finally forced myself to go to bed “early” so I’d get up early today.

Which, by the way, I woke up ten minutes before my alarm went off, then didn’t hear it and overslept by half an hour.

Anyway, the year’s off to a good start, productivity-wise. Tomorrow I intend to write another 20 pages, but we’ll see. Last time I thought I’d do that I ended up lame-ing out!

Also cutting out Googling myself randomly, reading reviews, checking my Amazon.com ranking and Bn.Com rankings. Just not going to do it.

And that’s it! Streamlining for 2010. Writing, writing, writing. Reading, reading, reading. Umm…less eating,eating, eating.

M

Spent the new year at the beach…man, was it cold. Jumped in the ocean on New Year’s Day with about 200 other crazy people. It was warmer that day than it was today. (see above)

Now it’s time to get back to work. Got lots of ideas percolating. It was good to (sorta) take some time off, but now it’s back to business!

YEEHAW!

M