Desert Magnolia

I was brought up by hippie intellectuals, or intellectual hippies, I'm not sure what the correct order is for those descriptors.  We had no TV. We had bookshelves full of an astonishing variety of tomes covering topics from anthropology to fine art, science fiction to popular social treatise work. There were no banned areas; if I wanted to read something, I could. Not that there was porn or anything age-sensitive to speak of, but you know what I mean. My parents were about broadening perspective, always, regardless of whether it made a person uncomfortable in the process. Social awareness isn't always pleasant, after all. Did I mention I was an only, too? I am. Solo. No sibs. Lots of good friends within a 5 minute walking radius of our house, but no sibs. Anyway, I'm a voracious reader. I had to learn at an early age to entertain myself, and I did, of necessity. I admit, I snuck in TV watching when I could, but for the most part, reading was my escape. So I treasure ...

Apparently one post isn't going to cut it for me today. Suffice to say, my head is chock full of randomness that I'm going to share with you! You're welcome. Anyway... So you know how it feels so very cool to have a stack of unread books by the bed? And how those books all came to be on that nightstand due to recommendations from good friends/colleagues/family who immediately thought of you when they read them and wanted to be sure you enjoy them too? And that at the very top of stack is one from your very best friend ever KS who just sent a box full of books last week stacked in the order they were to be read with pink post it notes adding her special commentary? And how it feels to have a Netflix movie waiting at home that's actually most likely NOT a stinker like the last couple G.G. made you watch  you were compelled to watch? (#1 , #2 . I'm not kidding.) And you know how great it is to have an episode of your favorite sexy vampire series loaded up and...

Maybe when I retreated to the back of the house and watched multiple episodes at a time, all by myself, in the dark. You know, just to catch up with the series. Maybe when I started to understand, from both TB the series and multiple other paranormal romance novels in which vamps were often featured, that vamps can be made different ways. They're not all 'made' by the bite. Some, it seems, are in fact holdovers from Atlantis and their advanced technology involving nanos to keep everyone eternally young. Unfortunately, nanos feed off of blood cells, and most humans didn't produce enough to feed the nanos, so external blood was required, hence the birth of the vamp myth. What? I'm just sharing what I've 'heard'. And then there's the whole bonding thing. Holy gawd. If that whole 'feel what your bondmate feels at all times including when in the throes of passion' thing has any merit? I want to be a vamp NOW. Just sayin'. You...