Tuesday’s Tell All (As If)

As If

As if your shoulder brushing

against my breast in a crowded room

meant anything to me…

As if your smile would thaw my frosty heart…

As if your constant assurance could overcome my cynicism…

As if the invisible boulevard would never rise up and beckon.

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The street lamp glows in the bleached mist only three floors below us.

I blow streams of smoke into the black night and hum to the drone of the unseen road.

Be steel my bleating heart!

Be quiet! Be silent, hard steel.

As if wearing your tee shirt made us lovers.

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I bought the photo above from Pixabay for a cup of coffee because I did not have one that resonated with the poem I wanted to share in this Tuesday’s Tell All. I took the photo below which eventually became the book cover for Getting Me Back.

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Mad Monday (The other Janna Hill)

I get some interesting questions from time to time and usually love to answer them but when you get the same few questions over and over and over …

Are you still doing voice over? …

What’s it like being a puppet? …

Is so & so still alive? …

What ever happened to? …

It makes one wonder what the hell are you talking about and when one wonders they google, in this case they google themselves.

Don’t act like you’ve never googled yourself. 😉

So I googled Janna Hill

Declaring I am the real Janna Hill apparently is not enough.

There is always someone, someone, someone claiming to be the real Janna Hill, that is until the bills come due.

Scary huh?!

Let me be clear on this Mad Monday, I am not mad at those asking questions (I am quiet amused by most questions) and I am not mad at those playfully pretending to be the real Janna Hill (I encourage it – it’s funny) but I am mad at Google. That’s right Google – I am mad at you! Google that!

Do you see the problem?

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They have combined two popular Janna Hills’ into one bio.

Sooo me [being the fixer I am] contacted Google to remedy the error.

After tirelessly sending supporting link after link after link after link and documenting me as the author of said books I really thought the matter would be solved but nope!

I see how some of our photos might even seem like the same person. . . NOT!

A few days later I received the following response:

“Thank you for submitting feedback on Google Search. You’re receiving this email to update you about your submission. We determined no changes to Janna Hill were needed based on your feedback.”

What???

I am The Real Janna Hill (I have a tee shirt to prove it)

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AND I am a google reviewer [technically a local guide] so one would think my input would carry a teensy bit of influence.

But nooo! How dare I be so arrogant?

So I will answer here the best I can regarding the other Janna Hill.

The other Janna Hill is apparently no longer doing voice over, the above link reports she is deceased (c. 1993) and survived by at least one daughter. I do not know about other cast members of Captain Scarlet and the Mysterons but hopefully this link to Fandom will help you.

My condolences to her fans and RIP other awesome Janna Hill

Tuesday’s Tell All (Three Cheers for Commando)

Just FYI I’ve been a little more adventurous lately. I don’t know why – do I need a reason?

Okay we’ll call it a mid-life crisis. But if it is mid-life that means I will live to be well over one hundred years old. Oh lord, I’m not sure that is a good thing.

Hey, speaking of good things, you know what’s NOT?!

Thongs!

It’s a string (hence being called a thong) with a triangular bit of material cut in such a way to cover the symphysis pubis. You know – the lower lady parts… the mound (where nowadays the lawn is scalped)… the rug (where if there is any carpet it more than likely does not match the drapes)… the…  well You know!

Lord I’m having a hot flash or a blushing fit; I don’t know why I am trying to explain something everyone over five years old already understands.

Maggie and Linda wouldn’t blush. Heck, their mothers wouldn’t blush — they would all wear thongs. They would all do things too — terrible things I might have done wouldn’t do but they would probably be ashamed of me airing my dirty laundry so to speak.  But hey, I’m among friends, right? I’m just living out loud and flinging cake against the wall. 😉

Anyway, back to my story with a slight digression.

I tried to wear one of the darn crack-crawling, butt-scratching, awkward little invaders years ago because they were supposed to be sexy. Yeah. Well. Digression complete.

As I mentioned earlier I’ve been feeling adventurous. Did you notice the polka dot explosion of color going on with my fingernails? And that even holding the thong is somewhat awkward.  

 

I do have to admit the scrap of material is more comfortable than it was two decades ago. As a matter of fact it’s so comfortable one might forget to pull it down when they go to use the restroom and then have to peel the damn soggy thing off and you’ve got pee on your hands and —  I mean, I’ve heard that could happen.

Okay the useless thing is more comfortable but I still don’t get it – it serves no real purpose. If all you’re worried about is panty lines you might as well go commando, am I right?

No?

Well ladies [& gents] if you like your thongs, keep your thongs and wear that hanky thread  proudly but as for me…

 

 

Hip hip hoorayHip hip hooray!  Hip hip hooray!

 

 

 

 

 

****   Maggie and Linda are characters from the Clan Destiny Series, so are their mothers ****

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Tuesdays Tell-All (Behind the Scenes)

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It was a cat very similar in appearance to pretty Kitty Puddin’ Jam [aka Jammin’ Jim, One-Eyed Jimmy Jones, Jimmy Jam and plain Jimmy] who played the character Strudel in the short A Hard Candy Christmas. The story is beautifully narrated by Julia Gayden Nelson.

Dolly Pardon’s song Hard Candy Christmas played in the background, fueling my imagination as I pecked out the words to the story.

Strudel was actually a stray feral cat who sought refuge with me through one rare snowy winter. Jimmy insists he could play the part and probably win a prestigious theater award. He would also totally love to hang out with Dolly.