Fun Fact!

So yesterday, the boyfriend and I were watching Good Eats with Alton Brown and we came upon this fun fact:

“In America in the 1930’s and 1940’s spinach was a slang term for nonsense.”


Do you know what I think?  I think we need to bring this back.  I mean, come on!

  • “Ain’t nobody got time for that spinach!”
  • “This spinach is getting out of control!”
  • “Stop talking spinach!”

And my personal favorite:

  • “That’s a bunch of spinach!”


Spinach… not just for the salad bowl.


Write Five Things You Like About Yourself

Okay, I debated the merits of posting this here.  This is a thing that was sent to me on my tumblr (kind of like a chain letter, but nothing bad happens if you don’t pass it on :P), and after much soul-searching, I’ve decided that I really like what I have to say here and it deserves entry in the blog.  So, here goes, Five Things I Like About Myself:

  1. My eyes- I love the color of my eyes.  They are green, with a ring of dark blue around the iris and they change color depending on what I’m wearing, some days more blue, some days more green.  I have really bad eyesight, so I have to wear contacts or glasses and when I was a kid I got colored contacts that were aquamarine and they were the freaking best!  I miss those 😛
  2. My nose- Yes, okay, another physical trait, but I promise this is the last one.  I really do hate most things about my body, but I love my nose for some strange reason.  I can always look at my face, even on a bad day, and just say “Well, at least I have my father’s nose.”  I know that’s probably a weird thing for a girl to be thankful for, but it’s true 😛
  3. My child-like enthusiasm- I know this is probably something about myself that most people find annoying and/or obnoxious, and I apologize for it constantly, but the truth is I wouldn’t change it for anything.  When I am 90 years old and in the nursing home, I will still be squealing like a gleeful five-year-old every time a squirrel runs anywhere near me.  I will still sit and have very enthusiastic and detailed conversations with other nerds in their 90’s (or anyone who will listen: nurses, visiting children, visiting adults…) about Lord of the Rings, Doctor Who, Supernatural, the newest crop of Marvel movies, and whatever else has bitten me with the obsessive bug by that time (I’m sure the list will be innumerable).  There is a line in a Yellowcard song that I heard recently:  “They say you don’t grow up, you just grow old.  It’s safe to say I haven’t done both.” (the song is “Here I Am Alive” and it has become my new theme song, btw) and I really hope that I still embody that line until the day that I die. 😀
  4. My strong need to defend those close to me- I have a motto.  I have had this motto since I was in high school and I had a strangely defining moment in my life, when I realized that this one simple phrase could basically sum up my relationship with the world at large.  You can do whatever you want to me… but don’t mess with my peeps.  If you are my friend, I will not tolerate others hurting you, physically, mentally, emotionally.  Even if it’s something that someone has done to me in the past and I just shook it off and said it was no big deal, if you are my friend, and it happens to you, I will not tolerate it.  I will go to the ends of the earth to defend you from whoever or whatever is hurting you.  And I have my father’s wild temper, so to whomever decides to test this motto… God help you, is all I have to say.
  5. My creativity- My brain does not shut off.  Sometimes it can be very annoying.  Especially when I’m lying in bed, at 3 AM, knowing I have to get up and go to work in a few hours, but I cannot get this idea for a song I wrote 5 years ago out of my head.  But that creativity fuels my writing, and writing is something that I have discovered I love to do.  I can’t imagine living in a world that did not contain all these imaginary worlds inside it.  Everywhere I go, these other worlds go with me in my head, and sometimes, when this world starts to suck too bad, I can pull them out and just live in them for a while.  Okay, so I sound like a crazy person, but I am of the belief that all creative genius comes from a place of insanity.  It’s a fine line, but I toe it with pride!

Okay, so I think that covers it.  Feel free to do one of these yourself if you like, and let me know so I can read it!  It may seem difficult, but I discovered that it’s actually quite rewarding, and I’m very glad I gave it a shot!


This Week, on “Fog Does NaNo”…


A Lord Of The Rings fanfiction

Link to original goal post

  • Changing History:  Search for the Entwives (Lord of the Rings)

I’ve only been working on this Lord of the Rings series since the dawn of time (FIFTEEN YEARS, HOLY MOLY!), I’m ready to wrap it up and have a nice, clean conclusion for Melody and Boromir 🙂  This is Priority One, since I’ve been promising this final installment to my readers (and myself) for something close to three years now…

A little bit about this particular story (while trying not to be too spoilery)

Meet Melody Bernston…


(FC- Bridget Regan “Legend of the Seeker”)

…a young woman who was plucked from our world and dumped into Middle Earth, with a strange ring that gives her the ability to communicate with trees, shrubs, and other plant life.  She is also called Calenhiril.

And of course, if you know LOTR, this man needs no introduction:


Boromir and Mel have gone through a lot (and I do mean A LOT) together, but despite the fact that pretty much all they want to do is just be left in peace, the Valar have other plans, Yavanna in particular, who brought Mel into this world for a specific purpose that sort of got derailed due to unforeseen circumstances (namely that Mel is something of a hard head and a bit of an LOTR fangirl and just can’t leave well enough alone).

New friends, old friends, one last quest…

One last question…

Whatever happened to the Entwives?

Link to Changing History on Fanfiction.Net

Link to Changing History on Archive Of Our Own (work in progress, chapters posted as revisions are made to the original story)