Saturday, October 30, 2010

Phoenix: Night of the Walking Dead

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(I wonder if I could have this
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Whew!   What a night.  Kudos to the Arizona Ghostbusters for leading us through the darkened streets and passed so many unsuspecting victims.  (It was funny how people not participating didn't want to make eye contact with us.)

Pictures are still flooding in from the scene in downtown Phoenix last night. While the first Zombie Walk had about 300 participants, this year I think it is safe to add a zero onto that number. It was almost too many people to really get that lurching gait going full swing. 

Anyway, without further ado, here is some of what it looked like:
The Zombie Team Extraordinaire!

The madman

They got Harry!

He'd lose his head if it wasn't attached.  Oh.  Wait.

One of us, one of us...

I don't think she understands
that this isn't real.

Limits.  Always limits.  Killjoys.

Proud Mommy Zombie & her daughter
Update 11/02/10:  More Zombie pictures here.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Phoenix To Dos: Zombie Walk

Zombies!  Come join us for the Zombie Walk in downtown Phoenix on Friday night!  I hope to have lots of pictures to post by Halloween here on Daydreamers Welcome.

Road Maps

They guide us
They lead us
To destinations
We desire or not

To dreams
To nightmares
To fortunes
To disaster


Sunday, October 24, 2010

Between You and Me and the Fence Post

My apologies for being somewhat tardy for the post, my friends.  I spent a good deal of the day still working on clean up from the hail storm we had a couple of weeks ago.  I worked at a conference all day yesterday and got home quite late.  So with only today off and a mountain of laundry to do at the same time - well, you get my point.

Today, hubby and I finally seated the replacement 4x4 post needed to repair the back fence.  It was tough.  I'm 54 and my hubby is 56 and both of us are WAY out of shape.  To top things off, we dug out half of the old cement that held the original post only to discover a mysterious black pipe running through from the alley.  I tracked its path visually and it led right to our gas meter.  STOP. 

Plan B.  We put the new post directly behind the cement stub.  Now we wait a day or so for the new cement to cure and then we'll go on to wrestle a new section of fence in place of the broken panel.  [I bet you're as tired of reading this as I am physically right now.]

So this is how I spent my one day off and tomorrow begins the countdown to my biggest conference coming up on November 5-7 in Tucson.  In the midst of all that, I plan on participating in the 2nd Annual Zombie Walk in downtown Phoenix.  That will be a post with pictures as I've already called dibs on my daughter's camera.  Somehow, she even agreed with that...

Anyway, off to bed.  As my hubby tells me every morning:  Have a glorious day!

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Write about a postcard

It was a few days later that she found it. When it fell through the mail slot onto the floor, it glided farther than the heavier envelopes stuffed with invoices and promises of wonderful products and services. It landed under the armchair that sat next to the door and remained there until the vacuum cleaner grabbed a corner and started to whine.

“Oh crap,” she said as she switched off the machine and pulled the now tattered card from the brush-covered rollers. She tossed it onto the coffee table and resumed her Saturday morning cleaning routine.

It was a long weekend. Her job had kept her longer hours last week than normal. The chores she usually completed during the week piled up and consumed her weekend, leaving her feeling extra tired and somewhat melancholy. Another week such as the last awaited her tomorrow. And the week after that. The boss joked about “job security” and “get ‘em while they were to be got.” Not funny.

Sunday evening, she sat down on the sofa. Selecting not her usual side over by the lamp where she would turn and stretch out her legs but instead the very center. She vaguely wondered which side she should fall on: her right or her left.

It was then that her eyes fell onto the tattered card. It still lay on the coffee table between the fake floral centerpiece and the artfully arranged oversized photo books that no one ever opened.

“Oh crap,” she said again and picked it up. She rose to take it to the trash but before she tossed it in, she looked at it. Then she stopped. She read it. A smile slowly spread on her face and her eyes glittered with sudden possibilities.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

It's Jodi Cleghorn's Fault!

In case you didn't see them at the bottom of my blog posts, there along the right side, yes, there are the NaNoWriMo web buttons.  And, yes, I'm going to try it again this year.  And it is Jodi Cleghorn's fault.

Jodi wrote a blog post on daydreaming and writing and how inseparable they are.  That, of course, is what sold me.  Please click here to read her post and then come on back for the whining.  (I'll wait right here.  In the corner.  On the upturned pile of old manuscripts.) 

Back?  Okay, so I've started NaNoWriMo four times in the last 5 years.  I actually "won" in 2007.  That particular manuscript has not seen the light of day since.  It's embarrassing for me to read and yet I wrote it!  I started again the next year, failed, and tried last year.  Spectacular crash and burn.  I'm surprised that the fire department didn't respond.  **sigh**

Okay, so it's a new year.  2010.  The Year of Living Dangerously.  And therefore I will enter the fray.  My book title is all I have so far:  "Hypatia's Seal"  Don't ask for more 'cause I haven't a clue.  The rest will come as I (wait for it, wait for it...) daydream my way to and from work - which is safe for me, Jodi, as I walk.  ;=)

I have no way of knowing how I'll do this year, but I do know that I won't cross that 50,000 word finish line if I don't begin.  So, who's in with Jodi and me?

Wednesday, October 13, 2010


by Langston Hughes (1902-1967), poet, novelist, playwright, short story writer, essayist and columnist
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

Special thanks to Bleets at Scriblets for calling my attention to a great poet!

Monday, October 11, 2010

The Pelikan Pelikano Goes To...


Send your mailing address to joni dot bowers at gmail dot com. 

This just may be a cartridge-only pen.  Fortunately, JetPens has Pelikan cartridges and Pelikan has great ink.  Let me know if you have better luck than I did!

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Happy Birthday John Lennon! We Miss You.

Songwriter: Lennon, John

Imagine there's no heaven, it's easy if you try
No people below us, above it's only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today

Imagine there's no countries, it isn't hard to do
No need to kill or die for and no religions too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

Imagine no possessions I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger a brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing for the world

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
Take my hand and join us
And the world will live, will live as one


Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Check out Notebook Stories

Notebook Stories has a review of a line of notebooks from Turkish manufacturer Arwey that is quite interesting. 

While this is a somewhat mixed review on the pros and cons, the notebooks are unique in several ways. 

To read the review click here.

Be Careful What You Wish For

Okay, remember when I complained about the hot weather here in Phoenix? Well, it’s a case of “be careful what you wish for.” The Valley of the Sun was hit by some severe thunderstorms yesterday and several places, including my part of the city, had marble to golf ball-sized hail. Fortunately, there were no serious injuries, but there was plenty of damage.

At the height of the hail storm we accumulated drifts of the marble-sized stones in the back yard and the front yard looked like winter in Minnesota. The street flooded and water was standing up to my house. Yikes!

While neighbors all around lost large tree limbs, my trees kept the limbs but leaves were “pruned” and shredded. My large fig tree now resembles an ash tree. The big beautiful leaves are now down to the size of a quarter. The bougainvillea that shares a lot line with one of my neighbors is bare branches and a few sickly leaves. We also lost a section of our back fence. Again. (Guess what I’ll be doing this weekend. Ha-ha!)

On the walk to work this morning in the greatly cooled down air, I noticed several small trees in the mall parking lot were broken off and leaning. The sidewalks looked like a landscaping company trimmed the bushes and left the trimmings where they fell. One of the residential houses that I pass had their rock border slide down across the sidewalk.  I immediately pictured a bunch of little green plastic army men:

Sarge! Sarge, I’m slipping!
Hang on Private! We’ll get you. Alright men, form a line.   Men?  Men?  Aww, heck.  Hang on, I’m coming.

As we used to say in Minnesota, “I haven’t had this much fun since the pigs ate my little brother!”

Sunday, October 3, 2010

#200 and a Giveaway!

Yes, it is my 200th blog post.  Wow.  You have suffered greatly, my friends!  To honor you, I'm going to give away a pen.  I have a Pelikan Pelikano with an "A" nib, a converter, and an empty cartridge to refill.

I'll be honest with you.  I'm giving away this pen because I don't like it.  Why?  Thank you for asking.  I don't like it because:
  1. The nib is too wide and wet for my tastes.  Nothing wrong with that if you like 'em like that.  And some pen people do.
  2. The converter won't sit tight in the pen.  It's fallen out twice - right after I filled the pen.  [Very messy, I can tell you.] 
Yes, it is the correct converter.  I sent the pen back to JetPens for them to figure it out and they sent it back with the assurance that it is correct and it fits the pen just fine.  [No, it doesn't.]  That's why I saved the cartridge and refilled it once.  That worked much better.

So my pain in the tush is yours if you want it.  The rules are:
  1. Leave a comment by midnight Sunday, October 10th and tell me how you are following my blog.  But please don't enter if you aren't going to check back to see if you won.
  2. I will pick the winner via the random generator.
  3. The winner must contact me before midnight Sunday, October 17.
  4. You do not need to be a U.S. resident.  I will be brave and attempt to ship worldwide.
So.  #200 is in the books.  Thanks for tagging along with me!