They ain’t kiddin’
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Okay, not really, but Scott Vaughn (friend to this blog, Taker Supporter, and radio personality extraordinaire) is doing an exceptional job of spreading the word about the Takers, and it is perfect timing. He wrote “Beware the Takers” on a genuine US dollar bill, and placed it on a wall at restaurant in Florida. Here’s the email he sent with the pictures:
The family and I went to Carillon Beach, near Panama City Beach last week. We ventured over to Destin and ate at McGuire’s Pub and Steakhouse. The place is covered with “signed” dollar bills. Soooooo we left a Taker’s bill stapled to the railing.
El Barto strikes again.
Way to go Scott! His self-motivated marketing efforts have moved me to start a new competition centered around either the Oz Chronicles’ books or Lost Days. I haven’t worked out the particulars, and I won’t be giving away a Kindle again, but it will be of equal or greater value. Stay tuned. The new contest is coming.
I didn’t expect to laugh at this. It caught me by surprise. Well done BriTANicK (rhymes with “Titanic”). For your efforts, you have one a new subscriber, me! Lucky you.
This is the 18th installment of the book I am currently writing. It is Sci-Fi/Adventure for young adult. It is not part of the Oz Chronicle series. The first draft is completed, and it is currently under review by my agent, so the final version of the book will most likely look a bit different than what you read here, but I thought you might like to see a work in progress. Click on the “Lost Days Book” category on the right to read from the beginning. Or you can click here.
The next morning I grabbed a piece of toast and some juice and headed out the door on my way to school. I had to escort my little dweeb brother to the bus stop at the corner. He was a pain. He was never waiting for me in the front yard like he is supposed to. I searched every inch of the front of the house and grew more and more impatient with each second that ticked away. He was making me late, and today was one day I didn’t want to be late. I wanted to be early. Joyner was expecting me to tell him something I would only tell my best friend. I had no idea what that was going to be, but I didn’t want to miss this opportunity. If I did… well, let’s just say Grover might want to move out of our room, maybe even the house.
I turned up the driveway and was relieved and irritated to see him standing in front of the garage talking to granddaddy.
“Grover!” I shouted. “C’mon, butt wad, it’s time to go.”
Granddaddy looked up. “Language, Hayley Wilkes.”
“Sorry. It’s just that I have things to do this morning at school.” I said as I approached.
“You got my backpack?” Grover asked me.
“Why on Earth would I have your backpack?”
I stuck out my chin and shook my head. “Grover, I swear to God… Go get it!”
He tore out for the kitchen door.
Granddaddy smiled and started tinkering with his wreck for a car. “Got a test?”
“Hmm, me? No,” I said. “I just got things to do.”
“Those things involve a boy?” he asked. He talked while he examined one of the fenders.
“A boy?” How could he know?
“About the only time your ma was ever in a hurry to get somewhere when she was growing up was to go see a boy. You are a carbon copy of her, too. I expect if I could rewind your mother’s life and watch it from the beginning to now, I’d know just about everything you were going to do before you did it.”
“It’s not a boy, if you must know. It’s a test.”
He stopped and turned to me. “I thought you said it wasn’t a test.”
“It’s not a regular test. That’s what I meant.”
He squinted. “It’s an irregular test?”
I nodded nervously.
He chuckled. “Good luck with that then.”
I heard heavy footfalls on the wood stairs. I turned to see Uncle Crew step onto the lawn. He stopped, studied me for a minute, and then dropped his chin to his chest as he walked past me to the front of the house.
“He’s embarrassed about last night,” Granddaddy said.
I wanted to say Well, yeah! No duh! But I stopped myself. Instead I said something almost as equally stupid. “Do you believe him, granddaddy?”
He stood up and grabbed a dirty rag lying across the fender. He slowly wiped his hands. “That’s the wrong question.”
“What do you mean?”
“Took me a long time to figure out that it’s not important that a man believe in what his children believe in. It’s important that a man believe in his children. The question you want to ask is do I believe in him?”
I didn’t ask him. I didn’t have to. I had the feeling granddaddy was the only person who believed in Uncle Crew. Well, with the exception of J-Rob, maybe, but he was too crazy to count. Nana Taffy loved him, and would do anything for him, but she had her doubts about him. Mom, too.
Grover burst out the back door. “Got it!” He jumped off the back steps and zoomed around the house. “See ya’, granddaddy.”
“See ya’, squirt.”
I turned to chase after Grover, but stopped when granddaddy called out my name.
“Good luck on your irregular test.”
I grinned sheepishly and ran after Grover.
Two old ladies and a baby, things are about to get Über annoying.
Amidst the frenzy caused by the deaths of Farrah and the king of pop yesterday, stories started to circulate that Jeff Goldblum had plummeted 60 feet to his death during a movie shoot in New Zealand. The Twitterverse started to explode with Tweets wondering what was happening. An ominous “First Farrah, then Michael and oh no, not Goldblum!” buzz started to tweak the tweeters. Was this the first sign of the apocalypse? How could the universe take so many talented people in one day? Tributes started pouring in for Farrah and Michael. Surprisingly, I didn’t see any for Goldblum. Maybe there wasn’t enough time because within hours the story proved to be false. Jeff Goldblum is indeed alive. But part of me thinks Goldblum was slighted by the lack of heartfelt accolades streaming across the Twitter ticker. I would like to undo that wrong. I am here to pay tribute and celebrate the life of Jeff Goldblum. Call it my, “Yippie, Jeff Goldblum didn’t fall 60 feet and die,” remembrance!
My Favorite Jeff Goldblum Movie: Annie Hall (actually it’s my favorite Woody Allen movie, but Goldblum was in it for like two seconds.)
My Favortie Jeff Goldblum Quote: “I don’t go to these places where there are belly dancers and this and that.” (Neither do I, Jeff. Neither do I.)
My Favorite Song that Makes Me Think of Jeff Goldblum: “The Jeff Goldblum song” The video is below:
My Favorite Jeff Goldblum food: Lots of sugary sweet gooey food because it reminds me of the movie The Fly, my favorite Non-Woody Allen movie with Jeff Goldblum in it.
My Favorite Jeff Goldblum Picture:
My Favorite Jeff Goldblum Poem I Wrote Without Putting Any Effort Into It At All:
Jeff Goldblum, 60 feet you did not fall.
I love like don’t mind am only slightly annoyed by your acting style, quirky speech patterns and awkward pauses and all.
Jeff Goldblum, reports of your death were fake.
Dude, that scene in the fly where body parts start falling off is awesome, but a little hard to take!
Jeff Goldblum were you Tenspeed or Brown Shoe? I can never remember.
The only word I can think of that rhymes here is December…. I guess I could have used September.
Jeff Goldblum you are really tall!
Did I mention I’m glad you didn’t fall!
Feel free to leave your own Jeff Goldblum tribute in the comment section below!
Hmmm…. Ahhhh….. That’s…. I….. I’m speechless…. and a little frightened.
(BTW – this is the man who allegedly gave a girl 56 unwanted tattoos on her face when she fell asleep as he was applying the three she requested! I, for one, am shocked!)
For something really scary, check out my book The Takers!