Saturday Night Silliness -- Random Musings of a Writer Lady and Her Cat.

Knock, knock, knock ! Carp opens the bedroom door to find three pixies standing on the other side of it. “Hi.”   Pixie One says. “We wanted to stop by and say 'Hello'.”   Pixie Two says. “Hello.”  Carp says and begins to shut the bedroom door. “What are you doing?”  Writer Lady asks. “Saying 'good-bye' to the snoops.”  Carp says as he closes the door the rest of the way. “That isn't very polite.”  Writer Lady says. “What they're here for isn't very polite either.”   He counters. “Open the door Carp.” “You're going to feel like you've been run over when they leave.   You'll never be sure which bus hit you.” “How do you know?”  Writer Lady asks. “They're pixies, they hang out with TP, they are part of the faerie press and they're females.  Hel-lo .” Writer Lady crosses her arms and waits. “If you're determined to be raked over those magical coals...well don't say I didn't warn you.” “Ope

Tinkletoes reaches out and grasps Monitor Man's shoulder.  “They can see in the dark.” TP disappears quickly. “Fantastic.”   Tinkletoes whispers in Monitor Man's ear. Monitor Man tenses in preparation for the coming altercation.  “Um...yeah.” “They are gonna make great secret service officers.  They love you so much, we shouldn't have any trouble recruiting a few of them.  We're still running mates, aren't we?” Monitor Man coughs briefly.   “Yeah.” “I thought we could get together here when we need to go over stuff.”  Tinkletoes says. Monitor Man feels a tug on his pant leg and looks down to find Dobby looking up at him and shaking his head 'No.' “You like Writer Lady okay, don't you?”  Tinkletoes asks. “Yeah.”  Monitor Man says. “Good.”  Tinkletoes says patting Monitor Man on the back.  “I'll make sure to tell her that you're sleeping in her bed tonight.” “What?”  Writer Lady asks. “I said, 'T

 I have a confession to make.   I can be cynical about love.   I don't mean quietly rolling your eyes when someone posts a picture of them with their third “true love” this year on Facebook.   I mean cynical.   Saying “Not Again!” as loudly as possible, heckling romantic movies, blaring “Love Stinks” throughout the house, watching as little television as possible between the months of November and February cynical.  On a really bad day I have an urge to put something through the television.  Of course, that was years ago.  I must be mellowing in some ways.        The truth is that I am cynical at times because I believe in love.  Intensely.      I can hear your “Whaaaat?” from here.       It doesn't make much sense does it?      George Carlin said that “Inside every cynical person is a disappointed idealist.”   Bearing that in mind,  I must really love...love.  I do.       We talk about it, write about it,  sing songs about it, and make movies about it.  People that can