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Names (a la soap opera name, etc.)
27-Jan-04
EXOTIC FOREIGNER ALIAS = Favorite Spice + Last Foreign Vacation Spot ::
Cinnamon Ensenada? How about Oregano Ensenada? [I like too many spices.]
SOCIALITE ALIAS = Silliest Childhood Nickname + Town Where You First Partied ::
Slick Evanston. Wow, that’s lame. Slick Chicago sounds better, though not very socialite. Alternates: Cindy Chicago, or Stuffy Chicago.
“FLY GIRL” ALIAS (a la J. Lo) = First Initial + First Two or Three Letters of Your Last Name
S. Brye [I added the "e" to make it sound better].
ROCK STAR ALIAS = Any Liquid on the Bar + Last Name of Bad-Ass Celeb ::
Whiskey L. Jackson
DIVA ALIAS = Something Sweet Within Sight + Any Liquid in Kitchen ::
Dust Puppy Palmolive? Alternate: Peppermint Palmolive (it’s not in sight, but it’s in my desk).
GIRL DETECTIVE ALIAS = Favorite Baby Animal + Where You Last Went To School ::
Cub Mission. Or Kitten Mission, but that just hurts.
BARFLY ALIAS = Last Snack Food You Ate + Your Favorite Drink ::
Chips Water? Chips Guinness?
SOAP OPERA ALIAS = Middle Name + Street Where You First Lived ::
I will not do this one, cause then you will all know my original middle name. Also, this formula is supposed to be for your Romance Hero/ine alias, and it’s the street you grew up on. Mine comes out great for a male romance novel character (which is why I hate my middle name).
PORN STAR ALIAS = Childhood pet’s name + Mother’s Maiden Name::
Tigey MacDougall or Heather MacDougall. Someday, I will write a romance novel starring fiery immigrant girl Heather MacDougall and rugged frontiersman XXXXXX Judson (from the above question).
Minion!
27-Jan-04
I had a dream last night that I was a Minion of Evil during the Dark Lord’s final battle with Good.
We lost.
It was highly amusing. I’ve decided to write it into a short story. Here’s a rough sketch of
Things have changed a lot since she took over. Less torture of the staff, for starters. And of course, she freed all the prisoners and tormented souls– those that hadn’t gone completely mad and turned to the dark, anyway. Myself, I just keep doing my job. After all, Hell’s pretty much the same place, no matter who runs it; tunnels still need to be dug, and someone has to organize the staff breaks and pay periods. One thing’s certain, though– there’s a lot less brimstone.
Yes, I dreamed that. All of it. And I woke up several times, trying to remember it. Only this time (unlike last time I dreamed a story this way), I remembered all the way until morning.
What’s sad is that I have a notebook next to my bed for writing down my dreams. I just forgot to put a pen next to it.