Milo Ventimiglia

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Meanwhile, back on the ranch . . . .

Published May 18, 2017 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

So in addition to the muddle, muck and mire that makes up the end of the school year, I’m trying to see if I can write/create a new genre of fiction.

I have always been peripherally attracted to Southern Gothic {not in the Romantic Vein, (world’s worst adult toy shop.) Isn’t my use of internal bracketing amazing (speaking of bad adult toys)? }

I enjoy Faulkner and Flannery O’Connor; I realize that these two are more Southern Grim than Southern Gothic.  Still, both types make me think of Humidity and Bourbon (I think that’s a new drink at a Hipster bar)

At any rate, one of they key features of Southern Gothic is an element of the supernatural whilst the protagonist, antagonist and others languish in the heat and stupidity of the South.

My second novel (in process when I’m not shepherding sixth graders, apparently for the love of the game and not any fiduciary recompense. Don’t I have a great vocabulary?I’m ever so smart; still a chump, but smart.) The novel is told in bits and pieces from different, fictional secondary prose, such as police reports, recordings etc, is about the aftermath of four adult children of abusive parents wreaking their final revenge.

I’m considering turning it into Gothic via a Deus ex Machina in the guise of a Latina psychic. It’s just a thought. It’s probably transference of my hope for divine intervention to get out of my current set of trials and tribulations. (I wish I could sing the song from  Jesus Christ Superstar, but that musical gives Batman a pyschotic episode, which leads me to another tangent: Why I’m frustrated by the TV show, This is Us,

First and foremost is that fact that I have a blind spot of rage for actor Milo Ventimiglia. It’s because of his character in Gilmore Girls. He was the selfish, slightly oily, Jess, who Rory should never have picked over Dean.

I digress. (What shock!) While This is Us is a good series, it makes me flurb a bit because the whole show is all peaks; it’s all about Grand Gestures, there are precious few valleys and it’s hard to keep a pace like that. Or maybe it’s because I don’t think I will ever get a grand gesture for myself.

I’m not sure what kind of gesture that would be, exactly, but I do know that I may be at that age where most of the people I am close to are just exhausted by life and the grand gestures they performed have kind of fizzled away.

Unless, of course, BatCat, Frances in all of her relentless affection may wander in here to my classroom and throw herself at me; all of her ginger catly glory forcing me to the ground.

Of course how could a cat get 20 miles south, without a car or drivers license, not to mention open three sets of doors. Those are just details.

But wouldn’t it be grand?

strange doings are afoot (at the Circle K.)

Published September 11, 2015 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

I don’t know if Bill and Ted are going to slam into my driveway looking for  a Diane Franklin type princess.(Yes that was two 80’s reference is in the same sentence. Diane Franklin, BTW is the actress who played French Exchange student Monique in Better Off Dead, and Gary’s love interest Karen in The Last American Virgin. I am heinously disappointed that Karen chose  Rick over Gary.  Almost, but not quite as upset as  I am that Rory chose Jess over Dean. I’m so angry about that I can’t even watch Milo Ventimiglia in anything without inwardly booing him. This makes watching The Whispers very interesting.  I know, I know, Writer Chick, turn off the TV and get out of the house.)

There is an aura of strangeness in my neighborhood today, and for an exciting change, it’s not coming from my house.  I wandered out into the world this morning, had breakfast, bought bananas, and returned home. My neighbors up the hill have chopped down the huge tree in their front yard.  They usually decorate this tree with various spookiness at Halloween. As I drove down the street, I saw that the front of their home and most of the street was festooned with branches and tree trunk bits.  A little further down the street I noticed that Animal Control is visiting someone. I don’t know if these two things are related, perhaps there’s a band of rogue squirrels who are escaping from a bulk nut heist at Trader Joe’s and have decided to hide out on my street, causing the destruction of  a tree and a notification of the authorities.

I have had a lot of coffee today.

My main concern is that some of my stray cat friends may be relocated. I will be most disappointed if the sleek black cat with green eyes isn’t waiting for me in the driveway pretending he doesn’t know I feed him. Or the bedraggled Siamese who lurks and furtively darts in and out for a snack. These two kitties live in some bizarre feline symbiosis in this neighborhood.

I hope the Squirrel Bandits don’t get them.