Sunday, June 18, 2017

The Nosferatu Adventures s12 p13

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 313, chapter 313

Pangs of Glory

He shifted the gear as he looked over his right shoulder towards the other car, Seward gaining on him. Edric laughed as he crossed the finish line clapping his hands, before raising his arms in victory. The little screen beeping and glowing with the strobe lights announcing him the winner. Lifting himself out of the seat of the molded plastic 'car', the sandy-blonde male stuck out his tongue at his friend clearly enjoying himself as he bounced to the song piping through the arcade. "200 points! You owe me a drink." he said pointing towards the younger male.

"Yeah yeah." Seward said, running his hands through his dark hair, one lone curl flopping over his forehead. "You got the keys?" he asked gesturing to the door of the room. Edric rolled his blue eyes at him, before retrieving the key ring from his pocket.

"We better lock up in here, the floors should be dry out there by now." he commented slapping Seward on the shoulder. The two were little more than night security, even though they got paid more and were allowed to wear plain clothes. With it being July 1st long weekend, the mall had closed early, which had them arriving for their shift while the janitor was still cleaning. Seward had decided to come to work that night in a red and white t-shirt that simply had a maple leaf on it. He just couldn't resist. They locked up the arcade behind them, before heading down the escalator to their office; Seward checking the notes from the day shift.

"Okay I'm going to do the first walk round outside." he held up the note scribbled on a small piece of grid paper. "They have been having issues again with drunkenness near the south end of the building. I'll go check that bus stop make sure no one's hanging around."   Edric nodded as he settled in to watch the security cameras.  It took Seward a full fifteen minutes before he returned. Sighing he smiled weakly. "Your chick here again?" the dark haired male asked gesturing towards the screens.

"Nosferatu's not...but, yeah. She was at the fancy make-up store." Edric mumbled as he started to swivel in the chair, his hands locked behind his head.

"I don't understand you sometimes. You've been crushing on her for how long now?"

"Long enough to know that every Tuesday she goes to the record store cause its new release day, every third Wednesday it's the book store because that's when they get the new shipment of magazines. And every Thursday, she comes in on her way back from the cinema, buys a coffee at the fancy coffee place and grabs the bus on the north side of the building."

"Not your chick huh? That so totally proves she's your chick. And how do you know it's the cinema?" Seward asked smiling.

"She still has the half empty popcorn bag with her when she enters the building." Edric commented matter of factly.

"Have you thought about introducing yourself and asking her out instead of just sitting here during shift watching footage of her from the day?"

"The thought has crossed my mind." Edric let his voice drop a notch. Running his hand through his hair, as he continued to blush. "I'm not her type."

"Have you met you? You're everyone's type. You walk down the street and lamp posts swoon. Dude, ask her out." the younger male said as he checked off the schedule sheet. "Here in fact you can use my phone." he continued as he reached into his back pocket for the cell.

"Give me that!" Edric blushed wildly as he hit the on button. "What the hell would I say?"

"Hi. I'm Edric, I work at the mall." Seward raised an eyebrow at him, as Edric licked his lips before pressing them together, continuing to blush. "Just send a message on her instathingamginnick. Less stalker guy, more casual."

"The world has gotten too casual if you ask me." Edric said pouting. He held up the phone to his buddy. "See, goth guy." he moved his thumb across the list of who she was subscribed to. "Another goth guy with zombie make up." he moved his thumb again. "Another goth guy in a rock band." he continued to scroll through the list. "And another goth guy at a comic convention.  Oh and the goth guy with zombie make up holding a set of drum sticks at a comic convention."

"Different guys though." Seward shrugged. "Oh and the dude from Walking Dead. So that's something right?"

"Everyone is subscribed to the dude from Walking Dead. He's the dude from Walking Dead." Edric's voice became pinched as it rose a few notches, his hands gesturing towards the wall.

"Good point." Seward took his phone back looking at the page sighing. "Oh! Dude from Walking Dead just posted about his...I'll look at that later." Seward's voice dropped as he turned his back for a second. The phone binged, causing him to move a few feet away his back still turned. It binged a second time before he put it back into his pocket.

"Well, I see Zeddy forgot his keys again." Edric yawned. "Better go let him in." pointing to the security camera that was positioned just outside of the food court.

"When does he ever remember them?"

Shrugging the sandy-blonde male got up from his seat and headed down the hall. Unlocking the door nearest the pizza place, Edric stood waiting for Zeddy. The larger male was looking around, his eyebrows knitted together.

"What's the matter?" Edric asked.

"I think...I think someone's following me?" Zeddy remarked quickly as he tried to squeeze in past the other male. His arms out in front of him, his shoulders hunched.

"Why would anyone be following you?"

"I have no idea?" Zeddy shook his head eyes wide. "But I've been feeling it all day. Like when you're standing in line at the grocery and people are standing so tight to you, you can actually feel them breathing down your neck. It's been like that all day long."

"Dude, how much have you been smoking?"

"Nothing. I haven't had anything at all today...well okay I finished off the brownies that we got from grandma's roommate at the retirement home."

Edric nodded his head rubbing his hand over the back of his neck. "That would do it. You know Donna cuts those with mugwart right?"

"So?" Zeddy shrugged as he started to unlock the door to the pizza place, needing to get the dough made for the next day.  "Wait, so there's not pot in them?"

"Oh there is. She just adds mugwart too. Balances it out. So you shouldn't be feeling paranoid." Edric sighed as he started to walk back to the office.


Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Yep, a mall.)

Sunday, June 4, 2017

The Nosferatu Adventures s12 p12

The Nosferatu Adventures 
page 312, chapter 312

Out of Time...

Edric wandered around long since having lost track of time. He gauged it to be somewhere after 2 a.m. just by the sudden rush of after bar traffic. He wasn't angry anymore, wasn't even sad. He was just numb. Thinking over everything that had happened in the last couple of months. How his life went from total crap to total high, back to...what was it even? It was still technically new. He could go anywhere he wanted, reinvent himself into whom ever he desired. All he had to do was keep on walking out of the city limits, never looking back.  The male hybrid was more than tempted. His powerful thighs pushing him forward in the night. What did it matter if he did? Edric had nothing holding him to the city anymore. With his sire missing, he was alone. No family, no friends, no job and no pack. The gravel crunched under his boot as he continued on towards the grain elevators, the edge of the harbour in sight.
No pack. Well, that wasn't completely true now was it? He had accidentally turned Detective Arthur Holmwood, and there was Dagan, his sire's ex. Though none of the three could stand being in the same room with each other. The thought of them being a pack made the sandy-blonde male snort with laughter. Another round of heavy crunching underfoot as Edric rolled his eyes. Looking up, he spotted a few sailboats on the water, the lighthouse in the far distance guiding them. The thought then crossed his mind of renting a boat. Of just sailing across the lake into the next province or even getting out of the country. But that rocky land mass that seemed to guard the edges of the waters, the giant; spooked him. The idea of having to pass his ship by it sent a cold shiver through him. If werewolves were real, what was that thing out there on the horizon really?  The waves began to crash up on the edge of what passed for beach. For the next few miles, all there was were rocks that seemed to mark the baseline between the lake and the sloping land. Edric took a seat on a larger one, his legs stretched out enough for the spray to lap at the toe of his boots.
The thought continued to invade the spaces in his mind, of just leaving and becoming someone else. Of finding work; something he could put his new found energy and strength into. Did werewolves work? Could it be possible for him to hold down a normal job? Construction maybe or rescue work? No, he shook his head at that one. The idea of any kind of bloody emergency scene would send him into a bloodlust. That also left out most sports now too. The dream he'd had the other day, he'd been a professor. He watched as a tiny pool of minnows glided around in circles just centimeters from his feet.
Sniffing, he leaned forward, his elbows now on his knees. And what about the rest of things? Our heroine had tried to warn him. Tried to get Edric to understand that claiming her as his mate would leave him vulnerable once Bacchus collected her. Letting out a deep sigh, he closed his eyes, resting his chin on his one hand. In the short amount of time, he'd gotten very used to having his sire with him. He sat up bolt straight, his eyebrows knitted together in worry. What about the blood? He could survive on the iv bags, that was proven already, but it was the connection he got from feeding off his sire, of her feeding off of him that really got him through it so far. It was itself, a drug. The real anchor for him now. The idea of not having another mate didn't disturb him half as much as the idea of never having that jolt, that high again did.
Now, he felt sad. Sad because he should have felt guilty at the thought. But hadn't. Edric rubbed the palms of his hands into his thighs, his shoulders tensing up as he swallowed the realization. He really did want her back. Selfish as his reasons were, as they could be, Edric wanted Nosferatu back!
He wanted to be with her in a house with a backyard just like the Van Helsing's had. Wanted to be able to sit in the kitchen in the mornings with her as they made breakfast, just like the kitchen at the Van Helsing house. Hell, if he could he'd buy the house from the three Van Helsing boys if they were willing to sell it to him.
No, that's not true either. When Edric thought about his life now, this new gift he'd stumbled into, he thought of sharing it with our heroine and the three Van Helsing boys. Seward, Ruthven and Landin were like family to him now. They were his pack.
Growling, he stood up tossing his head back, his eyes closed tight, letting out a scream of frustration. It wasn't anything like he'd allowed himself before. It was more than a howl of the wolf, more than a human scream. It was his banshee side that he allowed to rip through the night from his throat. And when he opened his eyes, they were not their normal human blue, or the amber-grey of the wolf, but the pure white of the banshee. Like an empty white socket.

"Bacchus!" the scream of pain chilled even him as he demanded the god show himself. "You have something that belongs to me!" he slammed his fist into his chest as the magick mist dissolved around him for a heartbeat. His own ears began to ring, as the last notes of the echo bounced back off the water. He swore the one sailboat that was closest to the shore bobbed a little more than it should have as the waves crashed harder. The hybrid waited listening to the animals, the birds, the very fish as they all quickly got away from him. His nostrils flaring he swore even the leeches miles out in the still shallow areas fled in fear.  He screamed again.

"What is it with you mutts that you think you're so damn entitled? There are rituals to call on gods. But you lot...you just scream, throw a tantrum and expect the gods to answer."

"Who are you?" he spun around to stare at the female.

"Doesn't matter. I'm not actually here, I'm just a token." the female said crossing her arms. "Bacchus is busy, what do you want?"   Edric snarled as he moved closer to her, his hand out in front of him. It went right through the female's neck like a hologram.

"If you know who I am, then you know what I want. I want my mate back!" his voice rose taking on a pinch.

"Wasting time here. Yeah, that's not going to happen. Nosferatu is Bacchus's now. Anything else?"

"Tell Bacchus that I'm going to find where he's hiding her. And when I do..." he stumbled forward, the figure having disappeared. "Shack!" he screamed again into the night air, this time scaring an owl. Gasping for air, Edric ran as a blur back to the Van Helsing's.


Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Anyone else got the theme for Love Boat stuck in their heads now? No just me then)

Friday, May 26, 2017

Random movie May 26st 2017 (Food n Flix )

Spudguns! It's that time of month, when I offer you up my dinner and a movie, for the blogging group Food n'Flix. This month is being hosted by Debbi at  Kahakai Kitchen  .... and it's Princess Bride.

movie: The Princess Bride
starring: Cary Elwes, Chris Sarandon
genre: Comedy, Adventure
year: 1987
format: DVD

plot: When a young boy's grandfather shows up to read to him, his imagination is sparked with a story about pirates, true love, evil murder plots, revenge, and things that are not always what they seem. We follow the characters in the fairy tale - Westley and Buttercup- as their adventure unfolds. Buttercup believing Westley is dead at the hands of the Dread Pirate Roberts, agrees to marry the prince. The prince is trying to start a war with the next kingdom, and plans on doing so by killing Buttercup and blaming it on the neighbouring kingdom. But his plans are foiled when Westley who is not only alive but in fact the Dread Pirate Roberts shows up to rescue her.

Based on the 1973 novel.

This is one of those stories everyone loves. It's got something for all tastes.  My favourite scenes are Westley sword fighting with Inigo Montoya; who has like the coolest line in all of moviedom  "Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya, you have killed my father prepare to die".  I mean, who hasn't at some point in time quoted that like for no other reason then it's damn cool!  My other favourite scene is when Inigo and Fezzik take Westley half dead, to see Miracle Max. The comedy timing of Carol Kane and Billy Crystal is as perfect as the sword fight is earlier.

Notes:  cheesies, cow, chicken, pig, apples, garlic, leeks, bread, carrots, dough, celery, water, herbs, goats, buttercup (her name) brandy (mentioned) peanut (mentioned) cheese, eel, wine, "cinnamon" (the sand made me think of it) "swordfish" (the fencing made me think of it) sandwich, juice, coffee, sliced ham, pears, rabbit, soup/stew, lemon juice (mentioned) mutton-lettuce-tomato sandwich (mentioned) chocolate, muffin (mentioned) potatoes, wheat, onions, walnuts, mango, grapes, pineapple

I have to confess something. My recipe didn't work. And I did not have a back up plan. I had said in another post, I'd be back that week with this, but my recipe failed and I wasn't sure I was going to do this at all. And if you've been following this for any length of time, you know I like to think outside the box as much as I can.  What I ended up doing, was going with the obvious. I ended up making a soup.  My inspiration scene being where Inigo is drunk and falls face first into his soup/stew.  And it used more than half the ingredients from my notes.


 Ingredients for mom's beef soup

1 package stew beef
2 large potatoes or 3 small ones
1 cup chopped carrots
2 stalks celery chopped
half onion chopped
1 cup instant rice
1 can tomato soup
1 can veggie soup
1 container beef broth
half a turnip chopped
salt to taste





Rinse the beef in cold water until most of the colour is out.  Then put it on to simmer for about an hour, at which point you remove any scum from the top. Let simmer for another half hour,
Chop all the vegetables, adding in the celery and onion first.
Stir in the beef broth
Let simmer for another fifteen minutes, before adding remaining ingredients

With the lid half way on, let simmer for another 45 minutes, so that the rice can plump up.

First off, yeah I did a meat dish. Which of course I did not eat. But mom seemed happy with it so... And second, it ironically fit. This was one of those weird situations, where I was banging my head against the wall with lack of inspiration, and was literally walking around the apartment with the damned dvd in hand when mom called asking me to go to the grocery for her. When I saw how the shopping list was turning out;  it made perfect sense. And yes, I walked around the grocery with the movie in my purse cause I'm spiffy like that.

That's it for this month. If you try this one, let me know what you think cause this is one recipe I didn't taste myself.    Next month the group will be doing the movie Volver and is being hosted by Evelyne at  CulturEatz


Sunday, May 21, 2017

The Nosferatu Adventures s12 p11

The Nosferatu Adventures
page 311, chapter 311

Out of Time...

Landin sat in the living room, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders like a fur coat, a cup of hot tea beside him on the table, and the remote in hand.  He said nothing as he settled into the warmth of the sofa; overly aware that he was being watched from the kitchen doorway. Edric leaned against the wall, his arms crossed as he observed his friend.

"So what is he doing?"

"Uh...Mohawk Girls are on."  Seward said matter of factly before licking a maple butter sauce off his thumb.  Edric turned his nose up as he squinted at the younger male.

"What is it with this family and their soap operas? You with your Vampire Diaries, him now with his Mohawk Girls...what's next is Ruthven addicted to..." he gestured then towards the television.

"Death in Paradise. He's got a thing for British detective stories." Seward remarked a little too snotty.  "I mean, Mohawk Girls is good, but it's not exactly North of 60 or the Rez."    Edric let out a deep sigh as he shook his head, his left hand at the back of his neck.

"You're killing me here. How is any of this going to help our situation?"

"Landin is filtering all this best he can."  Seward said raising an eyebrow.

"Landin has ears and is only sitting ten feet away. I can hear you guys you know." the bleached blonde said not bothering to turn to look at them. Pointing the remote towards the tv, he turned the volume up. "And whatever you've got hatching, I don't want any part of it. I'm done with all this supernatural crap."

"Great to say, but you're a medium. All this supernatural crap isn't done with you. Far from it I'm betting given you were visited by the white wolf."  Vlad said from the stairs. The dark haired vampire stood in the middle of the stairwell, taking a seat lengthwise one leg dangling between the rungs. "I can't tell you why because I don't really know yet, but you've been chosen. Given a gift. You need to explore your gift, expand your mind not dull it with pretty moving pictures." he nodded towards the television.

"Honestly man, if I don't dull it with pretty moving pictures I will loose it completely." Landin said around his nails as he started to chew on them.

"And this...this helps?" Vlad continued, running his hand over his short goatee before running his fingers through the short spiked sandy brown hair. Tapping the top of his skull, he rolled his brown eyes to the ceiling. "Whatever happened to Shakespeare?" 

"Ah, turned into movies." Seward remarked. The youngest of the group was feeling the most bold since their visit from Odin. Seeing the way he'd manhandled Edric made Seward realize they were all truly in this together, none of them more important than the others.


Meanwhile...

2024
Rolf's Kingdom

"How long he been like this?" Maxwell asked as he stood in the doorway of the library a sandwich in hand. Finn shook his head not bothering to look at the werewolf.

"Since yesterday." the familiar responded pulling the tiny round sunglasses down his nose to glare at Rolf in shock. The familiar's cat eyes glowed green in the darkness of the castle. He watched as Rolf was kneeling in the middle of the large room, a blanket over his shoulders and a crayon in hand. The shapeshifter had been covering every bit of wall and floor in the room with what looked like gibberish. "Woke up screaming about seeing a large wolf dead in the middle of the room, and there being nothing but a large room filled with snakes. Him being trapped in it." he shrugged then, pushing the glasses back into place, before running his pale hand through the sun-kissed highlights of his sandy-gold hair.

"At lest he's stopped blushing every time Reuben walks into the room. Dude's been messed up ever since Nosferatu dumped her soul into him. Can't be easy getting all her memories too?" Maxwell commented his own brown eyes shifting around suddenly. "Uh...any idea how to you know remove it?"

"No. I've tried everything magickally I know, talked to the Sea Witch, and the Necromancer. Until either Loki returns and zaps Rolf, or another god decides to get involved; our king is stuck."

"And no one has seen or heard from Loki in months." Maxwell mumbled.  "Hang on. What's he doing now?" they watched as the large werewolf stood up the mass of dark curls tangled in knots around his face, pulling the blanket tighter around his shoulders as he shuffled through the library. Watched as he lifted his left foot stepping over one drawing he'd done, the one in the green crayon, as he then shuffled two millimeters to the right performing the same side step over a large patch he'd done in orange crayon, before walking toe to heel as if on a tightrope to the far corner of the room. Here he knelt carefully beginning again with the now blue crayon in hand as he began to write more of the unknown language.

"That's it. I'm going to Victor's. Try not to get yourself killed while I'm gone." Finn commented turning sharply on his heels.


Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Maybe Rolf just wants to colour for awhile, cause you know, it's relaxing...)

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Coffee talk May 16th 2017

Spudguns!  Got your morning drink of choice...I'll wait...it's okay I know the drive thru can be a long haul...okay good.  It's spring where I am finally. The weather where I am has been all over the board, like it's got split personalities or something. Hot with +30C one day, -10C with snow the next etc. If you follow me on youtube (me on youtube) then you might have seen me talking about the fact one of those crazy random flash storms the other week caused a power outage/surge that fried my television. It forced me to upgrade my life. This sort of has nothing to do with this blog yet everything. As it put me a few weeks behind on the schedule I had going for the movie reviews, both on here and the youtube ones. And naughty me, I don't always post the same movie reviews on here as I do on youtube. Which is why I'm posting about this right now.
Which brings me to my next thing. I'm going to be spreading out the Nosferatu Adventures, a bit more the next month or so. I'm still trying to find my balance between writing it and making the videos. So, thru mid summer, I'd say T.N.A. (my werewolves not the wrestling company) will be closer to two weeks between installments.

I'll be back later this week with my offering for Food n' Flix; and the next installment of Nosferatu Adventures.

And if you follow me on youtube, then you can connect to me on instagram too, the link is linked on my channel page. You can see photos of my vampire t-shirts, and my pointless Hallowe'en countdown, and other such randomness.   Oh my god, social media is exhausting, I'm going to need a nap just from trying to link my life. 

talk later

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Random movie may 14th 2017

movie: Bon Cop Bad Cop 2
starring: Colm Feore, Patrick Huard
genre: Comedy, Crime,
year: 2017
format: Cinema

plot: Two Canadian detectives, David who is undercover, and Martin who is now a federal agent, find themselves reunited after ten years since they last worked together to solve a murder investigation. This time around, they are caught up in a terrorist plot that at first seemed like nothing but a simple car theft.

I talked back few years ago about how much I loved the first of the films. So of course, I had to rush out to see this one in cinemas. First off, let me just say thank god for subtitles, because 95% of this was French and I don't speak a lick of French.  And I'm actually amazed it landed in my local cinema, because we never get subtitled films unless it's a film fest. So this was very cool simply for the fact it was a non-English film being shown in my local cinema.

The first film was a buddy cop comedy that didn't take itself overly serious. This however, is a buddy cop drama-comedy that does take itself more serious.  For me, the biggest laugh came which the joke of the theft of the hockey helmet, and what to do with it afterwards.
The plot starts off soft, with what looks like just a mob boss running a car theft business. But, it soon turns out the cars are being used as mobile bombs and being sent over the boarder to the states.  This movie pretty much says the states are/is destroying itself at rapid speed.

And the mob boss isn't even "the big bad" in this. The first half of the movie is centered around the undercover investigation, framing the mob boss as the bad guy; but we quickly learn he's just a pawn in a much more devious plan.

Since it just came out in cinemas this weekend, I won't say too much else because of spoilers, but I will say, that the ending leaves plenty of room for a third film. Even though one character is dealt a "shaky hand", his storyline can easily be reopened. There is also a hint of the possibility if they make a part three; there being a female cop brought in. And I really really really hope there is a third part to the series. 

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Coffee Talk May 9th 2017

Spudguns!  It's that time again, where I come in and let you know what the current Night Bleeds combo is. And yes, I realize I'm late with it this month. Sorry, I would forget my skull if it wasn't bolted on.  But, the current combo is Witches of Eastwick  the original 1984 book and the 1987 movie.

Rules are simple, you must have a blog to join in. Read the book and  watch the movie and if you are inspired to bake/cook/craft anything, let me know with a link and a comment to either this post or the post on the day.
The deadline is the last Sunday of June 2017, which is Sunday June 25th 2017.  Please link to either this announcement or the Night Bleeds page itself.  The blog post must be current; in this case done in June 2017.

As always, if you are in the Thunder Bay area and would like to join me for the physical book club, let me know. 

I think I remembered everything I needed to tell you guys, so I'm to coffee.