SAVANNA KOUGAR ~ RUN ON THE WILD SIDE OF ROMANCE ~ Roaring-welcome to the blog lair of the Kougar, paranormal erotic romance author. Stroll on in if you dare. And take a frisky run on the wild side of romance. Or find a comfy spot, recline, stretch your toes...and lounge with the Big Cats.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
The Eagle Did Not Land
Late evening yowls, my bold and beautiful Big Cats... yep, as the Kougaress readied herself to face a long day of necessary shopping, she saw one of the resident eagles on the tame prairie shoot past, flying low and fast... an amazing sight. A precious sight. No, the eagle did not land.
Yep, moi survived her outing, sorta, and got a lot accomplished... but, with the way things are changing in our world, in our beloved country, it’s becoming more and more difficult to simply take care of the basics in life... and this Big Cat is not just talking money. It’s the whole way society is altering... yeah meow, it’s a slow-boil of the frog and often hard to detect... but moi has always observed and studied society closely... the trends, the changes, what’s coming down the pike.
Okay, here’s something that bears *roars* watching closely... at the grocery store today it was unusually busy... Monday at mid-day, you mew? There we were all lining up at the checkout stands and it was obvious from the checkers reactions they weren’t expecting this high level of business, either. So... what ‘might’ this mean in the grand scheme of things? Something BIG and NASTY could be on the horizon... not like it isn’t already... but, some horrific event that rocks the world, or this particular region... perhaps, even just this locale... so, we’ll see... the Kougaress hopes this isn’t true and/or there is divine intervention... puh-lease...
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Wahoooo... the Kougar is celebrating... yep, grab your Stetson and hang on, the competition is durn tough on the Siren-BookStrand bestseller list. And, Branded by the Texans is still there at #12, as of about ten tonight... yessireee, it’s coming up on four weeks. Yipeeeee... !!! THANK YOU SO, SO MUCH... thank you a million times over! ~lots of wahoo good good vibes are stampeding toward you... enjoy!~
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Authoress news and mews ~
Yes, the Kougar is posting at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS tomorrow, the 31st ... about what.. she’s not certain... except she has a cool news story.
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Featured at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~
Shifters Go Hollywood
By Pat Cunningham
‘Fess up: we all want to see our novels made into movies, right? Who wouldn’t love to see their stories up on the big screen? This gets tricky when you’re telling shapeshifter tales. Which actors best embody your character’s animal side?
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Featured at Lindsay Townsend’s THE PINK BLOG ~
The promised follow-up
by Jen Black, 30th August, Summer Bank Holiday
You are probably thinking I'd forgotten my promise to write more tomorrow on the revealing personality topic,
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Featured at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~
For Western Scorchin' Hawt Romance - Gem Sivad
A: I'm proud to introduce Gem Sivad - a self-proclaimed matchmaker even if she only gets to mess around with matchmaking in her writing.
She loves writing western romances and currently has a hot upcoming release from Ellora's Cave called Five Card Stud and currently has several books released with Liquid Silver and Siren BookStrand.
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...
Happy Courtship on another Earth
X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...
Part 610 ~
Sylva psi-felt Snake reach out to her mind. Did she dare mentally speak with him? Who knew if the Secret Circle invaders had gotten to him? Various scenarios flashed through her head. None of them good. ‘What do you want?’ she finally asked. Clutching the sheets, as if her fingers had become talons, Sylva waited. And prayed. She’d about given up on a response when she heard, ‘Now is the time. Me and Coon can leap through that portal with you and Zeke. It’s a straight shot...’ Suddenly, Sylva heard nothing. Her mind blanked. Their psi-channel had been switched to off.
Zeke peered around the column fast, then stepped back next to his dad. “Yep,” he whispered, “two of the soldiers are trying to blow the door.” Zeke considered their attack strategy. That particular team wore garments or were protected in some force-field newfangled way. Hell, he had no righteous idea if their weapons would work to take them out. “I say we blast their hides and find out,” his dad murmured. “Blast and evade,” Zeke answered, then stepped out from behind the column. Their weapons on full kill, they aimed and fired. And didn’t stop as they kept walking forward.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 609 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, JANUARY 2009 through JUNE 2010 flashes ~ theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
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And, the cruel roundups of the wild horses continue, despite the fact that the BLM was ordered to stop by both a court and those in congress who want a moratorium on this horrendous atrocity. [see George Knapp’s news at Coast to Coast am]
RANT... ROAR... RANT...
SO!!! If government agencies like the BLM don’t have to follow the codes and rules of their own agencies [WHICH THEY ARE NOT DOING]... then, *why* do WE, as the people, have to follow THEIR rules? More and more, federal and state and city agencies are going ‘rogue’ and doing ‘whatever’ THEY want, whatever they can get away with... shaking down anyone they want.
This Big Cat has observed these abominable practices first hand. She has heard lots of other folks tell their stories about the nightmare of dealing with these mafia-crooks. We, the people, are expected to obey ‘the law, the codes’. Yet, those who work for THESE AGENCIES, don’t have to follow ‘law one’. And aren’t, for the most part, thrown in prison.
So, why do WE have to FOLLOW the supposed law and codes?
Oh, yeah, they’ll arrest you, throw you in jail, either fine the living daylights out of you, or add you to the prison population. Even kill you. Gosh, wouldn’t it be LOVERLY to add them to the prison population? Instead?
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Culture jamming slamming time...
THE SEARCH TERM IS ~ Vaccine Deaths
~ infowars.com/vaccine-deaths-and-injuries-skyrocket-as-cover-up-implodes ~
Vaccine Deaths And Injuries Skyrocket As Cover-Up Implodes
Paul Joseph Watson
Infowars.com
Monday, August 30, 2010
Cases of debilitating illnesses, soft-kill side-effects and even instant deaths as a result of vaccinations across the world are skyrocketing as the cover-up of deadly inoculations implodes and more people than ever become suspicious about what they are being injected with by health authorities who have proven they cannot be trusted.
The implosion of the vaccine cover-up is sure to discourage more parents from vaccinating their children in the coming months, with the swine flu shot now being combined with the regular seasonal flu jab. A recent Rasmussen poll found that 52 per cent of Americans were concerned about the safety of vaccines as we approach the start of school and college terms, where many children and teenagers will be “required” to take shots before they can attend.
A global revolt against dangerous vaccines is brewing following a series of cases where children have been killed as a direct result of inoculations.
A measles vaccination program in India was halted after four children died almost immediately after receiving the shot. “Four children died within minutes of receiving a vaccine for measles followed by drops of Vitamin A solution on Saturday,” reports MedGuru.
Indian newspaper reports carried eyewitness accounts of what happened. “The four children were reported to have fainted soon after they were vaccinated and witnesses reported seeing the children’s eyes roll back as they began to have seizures,” reports Blitz.
Furious villagers reacted to the tragedy by going on a rampage, attacking health workers and holding government doctors hostage.
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~ HAPPY LAZY HAZY SUMMER DAYS ~
Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...
Eagle soaring kisses from the Kougar...
Monday, August 30, 2010
Flash ~ Love Forever Lost
Sunday-into-Monday meows, my adored and sexy-adorable KitKats... splendid weather on the tame prairie, despite the heat up... the breezes were lovely and the humidity didn’t strike with a vengeance ... yes, and the Kougaress went out with scissors in hand to cut away some of the ground cover around the Plucky tomatoes and uncovered more luscious gems... YUM! And, omy wowsa tailspin, what an authorly whirl of a day from Serena’s Shay’s Banana Bread recipe to ‘Who’s your favorite editor?’ at Destiny Blaine’s blog.
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Kittens, be careful out there. It’s likely to be a down and dirty week for many. So watch your precious behinds and take evasive action when necessary.
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HAPPY! Yep, the Kougar is HAPPY BOOTY SHAKING today. Branded by the Texans remains at #10 on Siren-BookStrand’s bestseller list, as of about six this evening. And is a notch up in the reader ratings. Happy *shake, shake* of the booty. Okay, no blaming this Big Cat if there’s an earthquake somewhere. It’s just a coincidence... really. Soooooooooo THANK YOU! To everyone who has purchased Branded. The Kougar luvs ya. ~whirly whispery sparkly good good vibes surround you~
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Authoress news and mews ~
Last night, the Kougar burned her brain cells like skidding tires on asphalt... okay, so a few too many got burned up and hence that lacking description... anyhoo, it’s getting close to being finished and is it ever x-rated ~ the two year anniversary scene between Sedona and Volcano... however, one problem... no real good place to post it. Yet.
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Featured at the LIQUID SILVER SEX blog ~
Long Ago and Far Away
by PG Forte
With summer coming to an end, I guess it’s not surprising that I find myself growing nostalgic. Autumn has always felt like a new beginning but it’s bittersweet all the same.
nostalgia
I’ve decided to use that as my theme for today’s flash.
The Kougar’s Nostalgic Flash ~ Love Forever Lost
Psychedelic golden California called to you before I could call you to my yearning heart. Jefferson Starship’s White Rabbit glittered your blue, blue eyes with the life dreams I could not give you. So you believed. Still, some forty-three years later, I remember like it was yesterday, the electric dark storm your eyes turned to whenever we talked. In the background, Janis Joplin belted out a favorite song of yours. Her smoke and whiskey voice singing ‘take another little piece of my heart’ still lives inside me, a reminder of love forever lost. And, all too prophetic, don’t you think?
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Featured at HAPPILY EVER AFTER ~
Summer Recipe - Grandma's Yummy Banana Bread
by Serena Shay
Good Sunday morning, one and all.
When I saw that we were sharing our favorite summer recipes this week, I wanted to jump in and offer up my grandmothers yummy Banana Bread recipe and a humorous tidbit about the very first time I made this recipe.
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Featured at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~
Sultry Sunday-
by Dawne Prochilo
This is an excerpt from my erotic short story collection WIP. This particular short is called Stumble Inn. The enticing events that happen in a bar. Various patrons experience a variety of sexual escapades.
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...
Happy Courtship on another Earth
X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...
Part 609 ~
Sylva stroked her hand over the satiny sheet several times, wanting to believe she had returned to her body, yet almost not daring to believe. Still... she wiggled a big toe... then cautiously rubbed her foot back and forth. Gradually, she moved her entire body, writhing ever so slowly until she worked up enough nerve to really look around. Twisting onto her back, she stared up at the ceiling and blinked successively. What was happening to Zeke? What was happening in the Center? Probably not good questions to ask if she wanted to stay in her body. “Zeke,” she whispered.
Zeke stealthily moved beside his dad. They hunted a small contingent of the invading army that had broken off from the main group. Both of them assumed Coon and Snake were the targets. The six-team squad had not only evaded the light-ray weapons, but now made a beeline for that section of the Center. Not owning a dang clue how it would play out if the team did attempt to grab Coon and Snake, or assassinate them, they kept their options wide open. What did sit right well with Zeke – the image he’d gotten of Sylva on their bed. Safe.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 608 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, JANUARY 2009 through JUNE 2010 flashes ~ theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
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~ HAPPY LAZY HAZY SUMMER DAYS ~
Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...
Love found kisses from the Kougar...
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Kittens, be careful out there. It’s likely to be a down and dirty week for many. So watch your precious behinds and take evasive action when necessary.
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HAPPY! Yep, the Kougar is HAPPY BOOTY SHAKING today. Branded by the Texans remains at #10 on Siren-BookStrand’s bestseller list, as of about six this evening. And is a notch up in the reader ratings. Happy *shake, shake* of the booty. Okay, no blaming this Big Cat if there’s an earthquake somewhere. It’s just a coincidence... really. Soooooooooo THANK YOU! To everyone who has purchased Branded. The Kougar luvs ya. ~whirly whispery sparkly good good vibes surround you~
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Authoress news and mews ~
Last night, the Kougar burned her brain cells like skidding tires on asphalt... okay, so a few too many got burned up and hence that lacking description... anyhoo, it’s getting close to being finished and is it ever x-rated ~ the two year anniversary scene between Sedona and Volcano... however, one problem... no real good place to post it. Yet.
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Featured at the LIQUID SILVER SEX blog ~
Long Ago and Far Away
by PG Forte
With summer coming to an end, I guess it’s not surprising that I find myself growing nostalgic. Autumn has always felt like a new beginning but it’s bittersweet all the same.
nostalgia
I’ve decided to use that as my theme for today’s flash.
The Kougar’s Nostalgic Flash ~ Love Forever Lost
Psychedelic golden California called to you before I could call you to my yearning heart. Jefferson Starship’s White Rabbit glittered your blue, blue eyes with the life dreams I could not give you. So you believed. Still, some forty-three years later, I remember like it was yesterday, the electric dark storm your eyes turned to whenever we talked. In the background, Janis Joplin belted out a favorite song of yours. Her smoke and whiskey voice singing ‘take another little piece of my heart’ still lives inside me, a reminder of love forever lost. And, all too prophetic, don’t you think?
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Featured at HAPPILY EVER AFTER ~
Summer Recipe - Grandma's Yummy Banana Bread
by Serena Shay
Good Sunday morning, one and all.
When I saw that we were sharing our favorite summer recipes this week, I wanted to jump in and offer up my grandmothers yummy Banana Bread recipe and a humorous tidbit about the very first time I made this recipe.
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Featured at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~
Sultry Sunday-
by Dawne Prochilo
This is an excerpt from my erotic short story collection WIP. This particular short is called Stumble Inn. The enticing events that happen in a bar. Various patrons experience a variety of sexual escapades.
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...
Happy Courtship on another Earth
X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...
Part 609 ~
Sylva stroked her hand over the satiny sheet several times, wanting to believe she had returned to her body, yet almost not daring to believe. Still... she wiggled a big toe... then cautiously rubbed her foot back and forth. Gradually, she moved her entire body, writhing ever so slowly until she worked up enough nerve to really look around. Twisting onto her back, she stared up at the ceiling and blinked successively. What was happening to Zeke? What was happening in the Center? Probably not good questions to ask if she wanted to stay in her body. “Zeke,” she whispered.
Zeke stealthily moved beside his dad. They hunted a small contingent of the invading army that had broken off from the main group. Both of them assumed Coon and Snake were the targets. The six-team squad had not only evaded the light-ray weapons, but now made a beeline for that section of the Center. Not owning a dang clue how it would play out if the team did attempt to grab Coon and Snake, or assassinate them, they kept their options wide open. What did sit right well with Zeke – the image he’d gotten of Sylva on their bed. Safe.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 608 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, JANUARY 2009 through JUNE 2010 flashes ~ theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
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~ HAPPY LAZY HAZY SUMMER DAYS ~
Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...
Love found kisses from the Kougar...
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Search for Warrior Angels
Pic from Coast to Coast am ~ Noguchís ́Man to be Seen from Marś
This recently added exhibit at Noguchi Museum, Long Island City, NY shows the Japanese-American sculptor Isamu Noguchi's concept for an immense sculpture (the nose was to be a mile long) that could be visible from Mars. This work was referenced on Coast to Coast about two years ago. The model was created in 1947, the year of the Roswell "crash." Very interesting.....
--Robert Galván
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Food for interesting thought... the picture above... and, what if a civilization on Mars decided to actually construct a FACE just as the artist Noguchi wanted to do here?... yep, the famous FACE on Mars that NASA scientists say is just of pile of rocks, or a rock outcropping... but, is it?
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Buckin’ big excitement! Branded by the Texans is still ridin’ at #10 on BookStrand’s bestseller list as of about six this evening... Yeeehaaa, wahooo... is the Kougar ever grateful and doing the boogie butt-shaking dance... THANK YOU! THANK YOU from the Kougar’s heart and soul to everyone who has purchased Branded. ~sweeping glittery good good vibes are whirling around you encouraging your dreams~
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Authoress news and mews ~
Search for Warrior Angels ~ Yowls, oh ‘more’ heavenly days, the Kougar is still penning *it’s a long scene* on Sedona and Volcano’s two year anniversary scene, her heroine and hero in WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS... Mars in 2014 is not only proving to be sex-citing, but amazing, and vision-beyond what this Big Cat author has ever imagined before. So, to get some inspiration for Volcano’s warrior angel heritage [just a short description], the Kougar went internet-surfing... maybe, internet-winging... how about internet-soaring... okay, then, the original Cherubim were fierce, huge-in-stature, uncompromising warriors and Volcano is descended from them with other celestial and human genetics added to his family line. As a warrior angel he goes on missions to correct whatever has gone wrong in the divine spectrum of worlds and dimensions. Of course, there’s the ‘eye candy’ pics of warrior angels... and, yes, moi gave in, perusing them most enjoyably. Most of them, though, are women angels... whatever, she lifted some of them... and, well, another story idea was born... yeah, big cloud-dreaming surprise, huh?
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Featured at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~
End of the week and month?!
By Solara
As my boss talked about end of the month production numbers and start of the new month, I couldn't get this picture off my mind. I also realized we're coming into the last quarter of the year. Have I been that busy or enjoying life that much? Only each of us can decide for our selves.
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...
Happy Courtship on another Earth
X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...
Part 608 ~
Sylva mentally froze. What if the soldiers or whoever could see her? Obviously from what she’d heard Zeke say and the following words... well, the invading army had to be out of phase... somehow. And, why had she heard that warning siren before they’d known of the attack? ‘Okay, get me out of here,’ she spoke to Any divine being who could help her. Simultaneously, she tried to shrink back, as if that could happen in her incorporeal state. Still, why hover here exposed? ‘Time alteration,’ she heard above her. ‘Time alteration?’ Sylva drifted upwards, then felt the bed sheets.
Zeke and every man in the room raced toward the weapons’ bay. Gearing up swiftly, they listened to the constant reports. Already, their own forces moved to do battle. As well, the light-ray technology mounted in all the corridors, had illuminated the black-garbed enemy, then taken them out by transporting them into what was called the Freeze Jail. “Stacking up quick in there, just like a can of sardines,” Benjamin boomed. “Still a lot sardine can’s worth of ‘em to go,” his dad answered. Leading the charge, both men sprinted for the south door, per instructions by the Center’s commander.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 607 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, JANUARY 2009 through JUNE 2010 flashes ~ theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
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~ in.news.yahoo.com/139/20100826/981/tsc-massive-solar-storm-to-hit-earth-in_1.html ~
Massive solar storm to hit Earth in 2012 with 'force of 100m bomb
Thu, Aug 26 12:50 PM
Melbourne, Aug 26 (ANI): Astronomers are predicting that a massive solar storm, much bigger in potential than the one that caused spectacular light shows on Earth earlier this month, is to strike our planet in 2012 with a force of 100 million hydrogen bombs.
Several US media outlets have reported that NASA was warning the massive flare this month was just a precursor to a massive solar storm building that had the potential to wipe out the entire planet's power grid.
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Facebook failed to reveal paedophile ring: Report
Fri, Aug 27 06:14 PM
Sydney, Aug 27 (IANS) Australian police have alleged that Facebook failed repeatedly to reveal the activity of an international child pornography syndicate operating on the social networking site.
The failure by the website was uncovered during a federal police-led international investigation of the syndicate, which had been using fake online identities, the Sydney Morning Herald reported Friday .
'We are aware that Facebook knew of the existence of these pages and even went so far as to remove the profiles,' said the director of the Australian Federal Police (AFP) high-tech crime centre, Neil Gaughan.
But despite closing down the pages after finding illegal material, Facebook did not contact the police, Gaughan said.
'Facebook deactivated the online accounts of the initial suspects but there were indications that, within hours, the groups were re-forming again.'
More... ~ in.news.yahoo.com/43/20100827/982/tsc-facebook-failed-to-reveal-paedophile_1.html ~
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BTW ~ If you have photos of yourself on the web... yes, the Kougaress has one... Googlie and company are *biometrically* recording your face and your body for their database... not just their database, the world government database. Hey, do the research if you can’t believe it. And, yes, Googlie and their partners are also biometrically scanning any and every ID photo of you. Oh, yeah... BIG BROTHER MINORITY REPORT SKY NET ~ It’s here.
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~ HAPPY LAZY HAZY SUMMER DAYS ~
Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...
Glittery good vibe smooches from the Kougar...
Friday, August 27, 2010
How about Romancebook or Passionbook?
Late summer meows and languid stretching enjoyment... greetings, my intrepid and beautifully inspiring Felines... moi hopes Saturday is your kinda day... warmer on the tame prairie, but not that hot... it’s so chirping buzzing lovely... the air is dry and the sky, oh, the sky... when moi journeyed down to her mailbox, the vault of sky was a deep robin’s egg blue... and just so incredibly gorgeous.
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Wow-weeeeeee... the Kougar is so doggone, or is that cat-gone kickin’ happy... Branded by the Texans is still roped at #10 on Siren-BookStrand’s bestseller list [as of about six in the evening].. and! *extra happy excitement* a notch up on the reader ratings... THANK YOU! To the far- galactic stars and back. THANK YOU! To everyone who has purchased Branded... ~wahooo good good vibes just for you, feel them sparkly showering over you~
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Authoress news and mews ~
Featured at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~
How About A Dino Flash?
by Serena Shay
So I joined in the fun from Pat's blog on Monday and did a quick flash from one of her lead in's.
Upon reflection, Dr. Carter decided, injecting himself with dinosaur DNA hadn’t been his brightest idea.
Were-dinosaurs...A definite possibility!
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Featured at TITLE MAGIC ~
Good News, Good Reviews
Posted by Pat Cunningham
Just dropped in (because Savanna nagged me) to share some happy news: BAD BOYS has received a 4-1/2 tea cup review from Happily Ever After Reviews! Here's part of what reviewer Lorien had to say:
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Featured at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~
Flirty Friday- End of Summer Fun
by Dawne Prochilo
The end of summer doesn't have to be sad...liven it up with a splash of your own heat.
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E-PIRACY comments ~
Rebecca Gillam ~
"because they think all intellectual property should belong to everyone. Whatever they have to tell themselves to justify their actions, I guess..."
The Kougar ~
Rebecca, THIS JUSTIFICATION by the e-pirates irks me no end! What? I guess all of us author/artists are just supposed to starve to death... then, who's going to write the books they steal?
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...
Happy Courtship on another Earth
X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...
Part 607 ~
Sylva had never felt so lost, and she’d felt that way plenty of times. ‘Zeke!’ she mind-shouted with all her strength, even as she kept trying to understand exactly where she’d ended up. ‘Sylva!’ Zeke’s frantic mental voice yelled back. ‘Sylva, darlin’, where are you?’ Hell’s crap, if only she could tell him. ‘Soldiers invading,’ she telepathed, ‘through a portal.’ Sylva felt Zeke stagger emotionally. ‘Do you know where I am?’ she tried asking. Seconds later, she heard, ‘Yes.’ Well, that was damn something, anyway. ‘The armed soldiers are pouring in! If I’m in the Center, we’re all in terrible danger.’
Zeke hadn’t realized it, but he’d staggered backwards. His father grabbed hold of his shoulders to steady him. “Sylva,” he uttered in a low tone. “She’s in her energy form and seein’ the Secret Circle soldiers pouring through the time portal. That ain’t been detected yet.” Zeke whipped his head around, and saw nothing on the screen but the spiraling energy. “Has it?” he added. “Invasion!” his dad shouted with authority. “The soldiers are comin’ through that dang anomaly. Must be invisible to our sensors.” Around the room, Zeke heard, “Oh, hell.” On, screen the wavering outline of an army appeared.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 606 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, JANUARY 2009 through JUNE 2010 flashes ~ theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
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FACEBOOK ~ What a bunch of whiney little pukey brats!!! Hey, they claim they own whatever you put on their site, why can’t WE own the right to use ‘book’ however we want?
From Yahoo News ~ news.yahoo.com ~
Facebook Sues Teachbook Over Use of 'Book'
Chloe Albanesius - PC Magazine Chloe Albanesius - Pc Magazine – Fri Aug 27, 5:47 am ET
Facebook is going after a social-networking site for teachers, dubbed Teachbook, for attaching the word "book" to its name.
The "book" part of Facebook is highly distinctive and most people associate it with social networking, Facebook said in a lawsuit it filed against Teachbook earlier this month. The only reason Teachbook is using "book" in its name is to unfairly benefit from Facebook's popularity, according to court documents.
"If others could freely use 'generic plus book' marks for online networking services targeted to that particular generic category of individuals, the suffix book could become a generic term for 'online community/networking services' or 'social networking services,'" according to Facebook. "That would dilute the distinctiveness of the Facebook marks, impairing their ability to function as unique and distinctive identifiers of Facebook's goods and services."
Selecting "book" was a completely arbitrary choice and "pilfers a distinctive part of the Facebook," Facebook said. Teachbook's services "are the same as and/or related to some of the services provided by Facebook, [and] while Facebook does not object to [Teachbook's] provision of online social networking services, it does object to [Teachbook's] use of the infringing and dilutive Teachbook mark while doing so."
The name "creates a false suggestion of an affiliation or connection between [Teachbook] and Facebook, where none exists," Facebook concluded.
Teachbook is set to launch in the fall and bills itself as a "professional, online community for teachers." Facebook said previous versions of Teachbook's Web site touted itself as a Facebook replacement with lines like: "Many schools forbid their teachers to maintain Facebook and MySpace accounts because of the danger that students might learn personal information about their teachers."
Among the various charges Facebook is pursuing is cybersquatting. Facebook wants the judge to transfer control of Teachbook.com to Facebook.
Other charges include trademark infringement, unfair competition, and trademark dilution. Facebook wants the court to stop Teachbook from using any "word + book" combination for its name, and to force Teachbook to hand over any revenue it might have made from Teachbook thus far.
Teachbook did not immediately respond to a request for comment.
This is not the first time Facebook has gone after a company with the word "book" in its title. Travel site PlaceBook recently changed its name to TripTrace after Facebook contacted the site and said its name was confusingly similar to its own.
Companies using the word "face", meanwhile, might also want to hide from Facebook's lawyers. As TechCrunch pointed out, Facebook is trying to trademark the word "face." CIS Internet Limited, a U.K.-based company, had reportedly been trying to trademark "Face" starting in 2005 for its faceparty.com site, but it looks like Facebook bought the application from CIS in 2008, TechCrunch said.
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NOTE: If this Big Cat had a social networking site, she would add BOOK to it, just to throw it in their disgusting wimpy faces.
Yeah, how about ROMANCEBOOK or PASSIONBOOK?
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~ HAPPY LAZY HAZY SUMMER DAYS ~
Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...
Wow-weeeeeee smooches from the Kougar...
Wheat Seeds and Tenuous ~ Word of the Day
Oh, darling KitKats, the cooler temps continue on the tame prairie... it’s so lovely and not humid... more than likely that will change soon... so, moi thought she would do her best to get back into the swing of writing on her WIPs... nope, an article she perused mere hours ago talked about using the wheat genome to change the crop’s genetics... yeah, supposedly for the benefit of us all... hey, this Big Cat ain’t seen no evidence of that having occurred since she heard about it in first grade... yeah, yeah, she’s heard all the propa-genda about the great and wonderful scientific advances... in her estimation that is a crock of poo, poo being more fertilizer-useful.
So, the Kougaress went searching for organic wheat seed, and other organic seed, including heirloom corn... her thought being that perhaps, if she got the plants going good, the seed would over-winter and start volunteering like her plucky tomatoes have done this year. Anyway... maybe, maybe this project-experiment will come about. It would be so cool to have naturally growing plants to use as food.
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Tenuous ~ Word of the Day ~ why ‘tenuous’? That’s how everything feels these days to the Kougaress. Life itself feels tenuous at best. There are so many drastic changes happening. So many dynamics in flux at this time. This Big Cat contends the world will not be or look the same in five years. The positive is, this is an opportunity to grab the future like the proverbial bull’s horn, hang on, and start creating the world the way we’d all love to see it, and live it... the paradise Earth is.
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Ooooh... woooweee... hallelujah and pass the whiskey! Branded by the Texans is still #10 on Siren-BookStrand’s bestseller list, as of about six this evening. Oh, THANK YOU SO MUCH! SO VERY MUCH! The Kougar is grateful and happy and astounded... and... just THANKS to everyone who has purchased Branded. ~good good, sweet sweet vibrations are swirling around you... live long and love long, and prosper~
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Note: If you happened to claw-catch moi’s experience with the strange circling plane posted a few blogs... it dawned on the Kougaress that she saw NO WINDOWS on that plane as it flew above her! Now, it’s possible the angle of the flight hid a window, or even the way the sun reflected obscured the window... still, this Big Cat doesn’t think there was a window... hmmmm... if true, that means it was a drone of some type. Most likely.
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Authoress news and mews ~
The Kougar is blogging at HAPPILY EVER AFTER for Summer Recipe Week on Friday, the 27th ~ Here’s the opening ~
The Romance of Creamy Fruit Kisses
Yes, recipe fans, never fear, there is one in this *sweet heat level* scene between Sedona and Volcano, my heroine and hero in WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS.
This is one of my favorite summer treats of all time. And, since, I like revisiting my Happily Ever After couples, I took advantage of the opportunity.
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Summer, 2013
Sedona marveled at the bright, nearly blinding light of the late afternoon sun. Sol’s rays captured the mountaintops making them appear like a distant shimmering land, one inhabited by fairytale characters.
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Featured at HAPPILY EVER AFTER ~ Summer Recipe Week
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Rebecca J. Vickery Shares Summer Squash
Yellow Summer Squash are among my family's favorite veggies.
We don't care for them frozen or canned, but we eat bunches of them when they are in season. The yellow crookneck are our favorite variety.
I am always on the lookout for recipes that are a bit different, easy to prepare, and yummy.
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Featured at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~
13 MORE Ways to Say "I Love You"
by Jeanne St. James
13 MORE WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU:
I love you. Its three simple words. But how about switching it up a bit? Catch your loved own off guard… Let me know what’s your favorite?
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...
Happy Courtship on another Earth
X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...
Part 606 ~
Sylva stared while feeling as if she’d jumped back. What was it with portals on this Earth? Of course, she’d probably arrived via portal. Wondering what in the effing hell to do, wondering how to warn Zeke, she watched an army of men in black military-like garments pour through a gray swirling opening. They carried huge black rifles. Damn, damn it! She didn’t even know where she was in the Center... if this was still the Center. Ripping her astral gaze away from the steady stream of black-ops looking soldiers, she tried to find something that would identify her location.
Zeke shouted for everyone’s attention, then yelled, “We’re about to be attacked! The Secret Circle is using a time travel portal.” He paused, noting the frozen expressions around him, most of the men disbelieving what he’d said. Course, he didn’t fault ‘em. Giving them all a righteous scowl, he continued, “No, I ain’t gone round the bend. Check those fancy frequency-reading monitors you got. I bet there’s anomalies already.” Immediately a huge screen blipped on. “There are anomalies,” the tech engineer reported. “We are analyzing them now. Here is the specific are of concern.” On screen, a weird shimmer spun.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 605 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, JANUARY 2009 through JUNE 2010 flashes ~ theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
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Culture jamming slamming time... yeppers, smash those peppers... moi used these search terms to defeat the bad guy/gal globalists...
LINDSAY LOHAN POISONED ~
Lindsay Lohan Poisoned: Get the Word Out About BPA and Other Soft Kill Weapons
Kurt Nimmo
Prison Planet.com
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Increasingly, it is getting impossible to hide the detrimental effects of Bisphenol A, the toxic chemical in food and beverage containers. Earlier this week, Democrat Sen. Dianne Feinstein urged California governor Arnold Schwarzenegger to sign legislation banning the deadly chemical in children’s food and beverage containers.
~ prisonplanet.com/lindsay-lohan-poisoned-get-the-word-out-about-bpa-and-other-soft-kill-weapons.html ~
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300 Million Poisoned ~
Lindsay Lohan Poisoned, Along with 300 Million Other Americans.
Alex Jones explains why Lindsay Lohan, and by extension millions of Americans are being poisoned with methamphetamine style drugs like Ritalin that cause brain shrinkage, heart problems and a myriad of other disorders. Alex also highlights how SSRI prozac drugs are turning people into psychopaths and leading to a massive increase in suicides and other reckless behavior.
Young girls and even babies are now going into puberty as a result of milk laced with hormones, Bisphenol A and a toxic cocktail of other ingested substances.
Alex also highlights the deadly threat of sodium fluoride and how it causes IQ reduction, bone cancer, and how vaccines are also contributing to a massive and sustained chemical attack on free humanity as the globalists’ eugenics agenda goes into high gear.
~ infowars.com/lindsay-lohan-poisoned ~
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~ HAPPY LAZY HAZY SUMMER DAYS ~
Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...
Ooooh... woooweee... hallelujah smooches from the Kougar...
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Krazy Kat Obsession
Late evening purrs, my splendiferous and spunky Felines... ooooh, a lovely cool day on the tame prairie... meowsa, summer has temporarily vanished, but will probably return with a vengeance... unless, we’re in the beginning stages of an ice age.... ~shudder... brrrrrs~
Krazy Kat Obsession ~ ever go nutso-wild looking for something you know is there, but can’t find? Every so often moi jumps on the obsession train and takes a long intense, and most likely, very stupid ride. Except that she was looking for this one document on her hard drive she couldn’t find because... well, she didn’t identify it except she knew it was one of her western WIPs.... and she has several, probably about ten... but, on this one she’d gathered together some character names... okay, to clarify, the Kougar is working on new a secret WIP... one she hasn’t yowled a word about yet... and she needed just the right names for the two heroes... that’s all you get... finally, after probably about four to five hours of searching and learning about many of the lurking waiting WIPs... that was helpful to this Big Cat author’s memory... yep, the cyber puzzle pieces fell together and she found it... or, ended up figuring out which one it was... because, yes, she’d opened it, but wasn’t astute enough to see it was the one she wanted... don’t ask why... except... oh, never mind!... however, the name of the file is Desperado Christmas... a story she’d like to pen, but it’s not the ‘secret’ story.
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Doing the two-step boogie, bump and grind dance for Branded by the Texans ~ still hanging at #10 on Siren-BookStrand’s bestsellers list as of early this evening!!! The Kougar is deliriously happy at a deep level over the fact that so many readers have purchased Branded. THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! ~stars so bright, stars so glittering, are pouring their light and shimmering upon you... one wish especially is yours~
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Big Cat snark and snub ~
You can’t make this stuff up. At least, this Big Cat author can’t. Yeah, Mr. Prince ‘Idiot Globalist’ Charles is telling us little peasants we should no longer wash our clothes. Oh, we’re supposed to wear dirty clothes and underwear... get this, lined with colloidal silver. Well, the Kougaress is all for the healing benefits of colloidal silver and uses it often. However, nope, she’s not wearing no DIRTY SOILED UNDERWEAR!!! And, if she ever comes across this *royal pain in the butt with a reptilian demon brain*, she won’t be bowing or scraping. Unless, it’s a ruse. Gee, there really was a good use for guillotines. And Diana is in a far better place.
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Authoress news and mews ~
NOTE: The Kougar attempted to access the Passionate Ink forum many times late last night to post Sylva and Zeke’s serial flash. However, it was a no-go, the message being the server wasn’t available. Moi had no trouble accessing any other website.
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Featured at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~
Weird Stuff Rebecca Thinks Up While Reading The News
by Rebecca Gillam
Hi and welcome to your Wednesday fix of Shapeshifter Seductions! This is going to be this-and-that blog. I found my very first review for my very first book. I logged my first review for Love Romances and More. And last but not least, I have a nice selection of off-the-wall news stories of shape shifter run wild. (or normal animal stories that could be shifters if you're imaginative.)
AND!
DON’T FORGET! This Thursday, the 26th, bestselling author, Keta Diablo, will be joining us to talk about her latest shapeshifter release, WHERE THE RAIN IS MADE. This is a wonderful and riveting interview.
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Featured at HAPPILY EVER AFTER ~ Summer Recipe Week
Simple Summer Outdoor Food for Friends and Family
by Jane Richardson
I love summer and I also love food, so a combination of the two is bliss for me. Summer weekends mean precious time with family and friends, so simple food that's easy to prepare, fun to cook and that tastes delicious is what I like best, and if it can be cooked outside, so much the better.
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...
Happy Courtship on another Earth
X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...
Part 605 ~
Sylva hung suspended. Well, this was one freaking hell of a deal. Like a specter, the thought crossed her mind... what if she could never get back inside her body? Dismissing it for the sake of her sanity, she appealed to a higher power. Maybe those who had talked to her before in angelic voices would help her. However, the shriek of a siren had her spinning around in search of what was happening. After long moments, as the warning sound continued, she determined it was from the Center, itself. Not thinking, Sylva soared rapidly. To where she wasn’t certain.
Zeke waited, thinking to give Bear Feather a chance. All he wanted was his precious Sylva. Where beneath the great blue heavens was she? ‘Your Center is under attack,’ Bear Feather explained. ‘This was not seen when we brought you here.’ Zeke felt panic rise up quicker than a dust storm. ‘How do I – “ Suddenly he stood in the exact position that he’d been in when taken to Bear Feather’s strange domain. The difference, he knew everything. And, he knew the Center was about to be attacked by the Secret Circle’s private army in about half an hour. Zeke whirled.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 604 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, JANUARY 2009 through JUNE 2010 flashes ~ theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
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BTW, this Big Cat won’t be going through the Boston airport anytime soon. Hey, you’re a prisoner and they’re going to do a full body pat down to prove it. Yep, groping YOU and your loved ones is now allowed. Gee, cavity searches next? Or, will it be shock bracelets? Maybe, both.... yeeeeowwww!
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~ HAPPY LAZY HAZY SUMMER DAYS ~
Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...
Krazy Kat kisses from the Kougar... she loves ya...
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Oh, Great, now Music is Labeled a DRUG
Eightish meows, my lovely and luscious Big Kittens... Sol finally managed to gain the upper hand from the gray overcast day... no rain on the tame prairie, but nice cool temps... yes, sundown was deliciously beautiful and pink-serene... moi was out with her Plucky tomatoes... oooh, a nasty horn worm... damage was done to the original Plucky, but not enough to harm the plant... so, the Kougaress sprinkled on the fossil shell flour... and, yes, some more luscious fruity gems were eaten and very much enjoyed. Yum!!!
What wasn’t so nice was this *creepy nasty* low-flying white plane that kept circling the area... the engine has a horrible grating *loud* sound... and moi couldn’t find a pic of it with a Googlie search... however, at one point, said plane did fly overhead and this Big Cat got a good look... it appears to be a somewhat larger than a Cessna, but isn’t built like one [not as boxy in shape]... it’s basically this dirty white color and has wings that aren’t at an angle... they’re out straight... there are no propellers... it acts like a drone because the speed is faster than what a piloted plane could fly at that low altitude and given how tight some of the circles were... I mean, if there was a pilot, he/she had to be one heck of skilled pilot. So what? A drug drone aircraft? Given it was beginning to darken and it was at sunset, there was also this set of white-blinking lights on the bottom... well, sort of bluish white blinking lights ... but, they weren’t prominent at all.
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Branded by the Texans ~ was #10 as it was closing in on seven this evening... yippee!!! wahoo!!! The Kougar is thrilled. THREE WEEKS on the Siren-BookStrand bestseller list, and this BIG CAT is CELEBRATING!!! Oh, and, the ratings when up a notch... THANK YOU! THANK YOU... THANK YOU! The Kougar is deeply, deeply grateful to everyone who has purchased Branded. ~waves and waves of sparkly good good vibrations are saturating you now~
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BIG CAT RANT AHEAD ~
Oh, Great, now Music is Labeled a ***DRUG*** gee, when *hasn’t* MUSIC acted in powerful ways on all of us? Just take a look throughout history to get a real good idea how vital music is to humanity. As this Big Cat has yowled previously on several occasions, MUSIC is crucial to this Aquarian Age.
But, ooooooh, that evil techno music... oh yeah, it’s a digital drug. Here’s a confession... now don’t tell anyone. Yes, moi is a secret closet TECHNO DRUGGIE. Hey, she didn’t realize it. But now that’s she heard that devil’s brew thumping sound, after say, a decade or so. Why, yes, the addiction is sooooooo obvious.
Oops, soon all music, except elevator music will be outlawed. Gee, these days, you don’t dare have an emotion, or a passionate intense feeling of any kind for fear WHATEVER is causing it must be A DRUG!!! OH, GOD, NO!!! ... Darn soon THEY will be outlawing going outside on a sunny day, or just going for a walk... how about looking at a sunset... talk about upliftment and a happy drug. Happy, joyous, happy.., yeah, that’s how Nature *drugs* this Big Cat. But does she dare continue meowing about the gorgeous sunsets on her tame prairie? Does she dare wax poetic about how certain songs influence her writing and make her feel? Yep!!! The Psycho-Babble Idiots have been allowed, even encouraged to take over. What? Is your particular spiritual practice going to be outlawed because ‘oh, gee’ you might feel rapture? You know, like you’re on a drug?
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Authoress news and mews ~
The Kougar realized, today, while commenting on Serena Shay’s blog, MY MIND WANDERS, that, no!!! life shouldn’t be an endless rush. However, our culture is just that... hmmmm... maybe we should all go on vacation. Just a thought. However, we do need to reclaim our RIGHT to rest and recreation... as a culture.
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Oh, a wild and woolly BARE BEAR commentary happened at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS for Pat Cunningham’s blog this Monday ~ Passing the Buck ~ for some fun yucks come on over.
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Featured at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~
The Emotions of Rain
by Taige Crenshaw
The last few days have been rainy. There is just something about the sound, scent and overall feeling that rain brings out so many various emotions.
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...
Happy Courtship on another Earth
X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...
Part 604 ~
Sylva suddenly felt exhaustion sweep over her. Vaguely, she wondered how that could be true while out of her body... unless, her body... ‘Zeke,’ she mind-reached out as she faded. The last words she heard were from Bear Feather. ‘Your Sylva must carry it.’ Still aware enough to think, Sylva decided he meant the box, that she had to carry it for some reason. Then, she was floating... her mind a pleasant blank. Streaming... she was streaming with only a transparent whiteness surrounding her... finally halting, she gazed down at her body. Yet, why couldn’t she rejoin with her physical self?
Zeke regarded Bear Feather, surely not liking what he’d heard. Not kick-the-devil at all. ‘Why must my wife carry the box?’ It was Indyra who began to mind-speak. ‘She is from an ancient lineage that the crystal device will recognize and, thus, accept.’ Zeke couldn’t argue given he well knew his bride’s heritage. ‘Sylva?’ Alarmed out of his mind because, all of a sudden, he could no longer see or feel his woman, Zeke mind-shouted frantically for her. Then, enraged, he glared at Bear Feather. ‘Where is she? What happened?’ Bear Feather raised his hand in a gesture of peace.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 603 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, JANUARY 2009 through JUNE 2010 flashes ~ theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
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Outing Mr. Global Psychopath ~
FOOD ~ Mr. Global Psychopath is now waging full-out war against good and natural foods in so many ways, it would take pages to explain precisely how. But, no surprise, right? POWER UP! POWER UP! To everyone who is standing strong against this horrific insanity by growing and selling their good natural produce. The more we can all buy locally, the more we support those who bring good food to our family tables, the better off we’ll all be.
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~ HAPPY LAZY HAZY SUMMER DAYS ~
Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...
Musical drugging smooches from the Kougar...
What wasn’t so nice was this *creepy nasty* low-flying white plane that kept circling the area... the engine has a horrible grating *loud* sound... and moi couldn’t find a pic of it with a Googlie search... however, at one point, said plane did fly overhead and this Big Cat got a good look... it appears to be a somewhat larger than a Cessna, but isn’t built like one [not as boxy in shape]... it’s basically this dirty white color and has wings that aren’t at an angle... they’re out straight... there are no propellers... it acts like a drone because the speed is faster than what a piloted plane could fly at that low altitude and given how tight some of the circles were... I mean, if there was a pilot, he/she had to be one heck of skilled pilot. So what? A drug drone aircraft? Given it was beginning to darken and it was at sunset, there was also this set of white-blinking lights on the bottom... well, sort of bluish white blinking lights ... but, they weren’t prominent at all.
~~~
Branded by the Texans ~ was #10 as it was closing in on seven this evening... yippee!!! wahoo!!! The Kougar is thrilled. THREE WEEKS on the Siren-BookStrand bestseller list, and this BIG CAT is CELEBRATING!!! Oh, and, the ratings when up a notch... THANK YOU! THANK YOU... THANK YOU! The Kougar is deeply, deeply grateful to everyone who has purchased Branded. ~waves and waves of sparkly good good vibrations are saturating you now~
~~~
BIG CAT RANT AHEAD ~
Oh, Great, now Music is Labeled a ***DRUG*** gee, when *hasn’t* MUSIC acted in powerful ways on all of us? Just take a look throughout history to get a real good idea how vital music is to humanity. As this Big Cat has yowled previously on several occasions, MUSIC is crucial to this Aquarian Age.
But, ooooooh, that evil techno music... oh yeah, it’s a digital drug. Here’s a confession... now don’t tell anyone. Yes, moi is a secret closet TECHNO DRUGGIE. Hey, she didn’t realize it. But now that’s she heard that devil’s brew thumping sound, after say, a decade or so. Why, yes, the addiction is sooooooo obvious.
Oops, soon all music, except elevator music will be outlawed. Gee, these days, you don’t dare have an emotion, or a passionate intense feeling of any kind for fear WHATEVER is causing it must be A DRUG!!! OH, GOD, NO!!! ... Darn soon THEY will be outlawing going outside on a sunny day, or just going for a walk... how about looking at a sunset... talk about upliftment and a happy drug. Happy, joyous, happy.., yeah, that’s how Nature *drugs* this Big Cat. But does she dare continue meowing about the gorgeous sunsets on her tame prairie? Does she dare wax poetic about how certain songs influence her writing and make her feel? Yep!!! The Psycho-Babble Idiots have been allowed, even encouraged to take over. What? Is your particular spiritual practice going to be outlawed because ‘oh, gee’ you might feel rapture? You know, like you’re on a drug?
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Authoress news and mews ~
The Kougar realized, today, while commenting on Serena Shay’s blog, MY MIND WANDERS, that, no!!! life shouldn’t be an endless rush. However, our culture is just that... hmmmm... maybe we should all go on vacation. Just a thought. However, we do need to reclaim our RIGHT to rest and recreation... as a culture.
~~~
Oh, a wild and woolly BARE BEAR commentary happened at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS for Pat Cunningham’s blog this Monday ~ Passing the Buck ~ for some fun yucks come on over.
~~~
Featured at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~
The Emotions of Rain
by Taige Crenshaw
The last few days have been rainy. There is just something about the sound, scent and overall feeling that rain brings out so many various emotions.
~~~
Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...
Happy Courtship on another Earth
X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...
Part 604 ~
Sylva suddenly felt exhaustion sweep over her. Vaguely, she wondered how that could be true while out of her body... unless, her body... ‘Zeke,’ she mind-reached out as she faded. The last words she heard were from Bear Feather. ‘Your Sylva must carry it.’ Still aware enough to think, Sylva decided he meant the box, that she had to carry it for some reason. Then, she was floating... her mind a pleasant blank. Streaming... she was streaming with only a transparent whiteness surrounding her... finally halting, she gazed down at her body. Yet, why couldn’t she rejoin with her physical self?
Zeke regarded Bear Feather, surely not liking what he’d heard. Not kick-the-devil at all. ‘Why must my wife carry the box?’ It was Indyra who began to mind-speak. ‘She is from an ancient lineage that the crystal device will recognize and, thus, accept.’ Zeke couldn’t argue given he well knew his bride’s heritage. ‘Sylva?’ Alarmed out of his mind because, all of a sudden, he could no longer see or feel his woman, Zeke mind-shouted frantically for her. Then, enraged, he glared at Bear Feather. ‘Where is she? What happened?’ Bear Feather raised his hand in a gesture of peace.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
~~~~~~
Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 603 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, JANUARY 2009 through JUNE 2010 flashes ~ theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
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Outing Mr. Global Psychopath ~
FOOD ~ Mr. Global Psychopath is now waging full-out war against good and natural foods in so many ways, it would take pages to explain precisely how. But, no surprise, right? POWER UP! POWER UP! To everyone who is standing strong against this horrific insanity by growing and selling their good natural produce. The more we can all buy locally, the more we support those who bring good food to our family tables, the better off we’ll all be.
~~~~~~
~ HAPPY LAZY HAZY SUMMER DAYS ~
Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...
Musical drugging smooches from the Kougar...
Flash ~ You Win, I Leave ~ Khyph and Zroz
One ~
Cradling the butt of her phase pistol, Khyph stared at the two golden moons from the space deck of her official quarters as Marshall of Meddiea, an inhabited moon. On this rotation, the two sister moons gleamed as complete orbs, their beauty stunning. The atmosphere of Meddiea had been created, initially, to not only sustain most sentient beings in the galactic region, but to enhance every celestial object that could be viewed. Whipping around, Khyph sighed. Duty called. Duty being the rounds she made at various gambling establishments, where the most trouble occurred, as it did on a regular basis.
Two ~
Khyph was no stranger to trouble, having battled her way through more than her share, during her long days as a renegade. She’d run supplies to the underdog resistance fighters or whoever fought off the tanker-ship advance of the Jorilittes, an android race designed to inhabit, then take over a sector for the Corporate Three, a megalithic organization that thirstily sucked up a world’s treasured resources. Promising prosperity, the victimized world was always left high and dry. Broke. Glancing in the small holo mirror she kept beside the door’s entrance, Khyph paused to secure a loosened strand of her hair.
Three ~
For rounds she bound her long tresses tight to her head with the intention to appear more masculine and business-like. Waving, butt-length hair didn’t inspire cooperation with her authority. It certainly inspired another kind of cooperation, one Khyph hadn’t been interested in for quite awhile. Gamblers, and those who visited the outer-limits entertainment moon, offered some fine unique sex, but it was only a temporary arrangement. Just as she’d altered her life once the Corporate Three had been contained, now a fly-by-space lover no longer held any appeal. Palming the door open, she rapidly strode to her internal cruiser.
Four ~
Hopping aboard the anti-grav floater, she seated herself in the center. After a quick review of her weapons capability, she spun the cruiser, testing its performance level. Satisfied, Khyph sped into the airy labyrinth of corridors leading to every establishment on Meddiea. Following her gut instincts, she sliced toward one of the larger gambling saloons, a fancy affair that had been done up in shades of gold, from dark brown amber to palest icy gold. On her off time, she’d often masquerade as a woman traveler and take advantage of the luxuries the Golden Comet so generously offered its customers.
Five ~
Her spine blazed with warning as Khyph swaggered inside the gold-luminous interior. Her hand at the ready for any trouble or ambush, she halted, braced her legs and swept her gaze past the fabulous gold-gleaming trappings. Narrowing her eyes, she sighted the dangerous situation. A Ubixx male, drunk on his lizard-scale ass, waved a short-barreled blaster and shouted for female company. The problem, the Ubixx were deadly shots when over inebriated, but useless between a woman’s thighs. “Marshall, no reasoning with him.” Bressa, the manager sidled beside Khyph, well-knowing her scent would be familiar enough not to be a threat.
Six ~
Half-stunned, Zroz halted high on the grand golden stairway, smelling the woman who haunted his dreams ever since she’d commandeered his private vessel to use against the Jorilittes. Bolting downward on silent feet, despite the unfolding drama, he landed on the floor, laser knife in hand. Hell’s asteroid, if he had to hogtie the lizard scoundrel, to get to the woman who always gave him every carnal satisfaction in his fantasies... “Dim by two degrees,” he heard her instruct. The Ubixx’s night-seeing eyes glittered in his dream woman’s direction. Immediately, the idiot aimed, his primal instinct engaged. The light lessened.
Seven ~
Already, she stealthily closed in on the Ubixx. Zroz could do nothing but watch her swing her arm into position as fast as he could hurl a knife, and shoot. A single white flash appeared. That easy, she’d targeted the lizard’s rifle. Disarmed, the Ubixx bellowed as two bouncers seized him, one of them shoving a paralyzer against his neck. The danger over, light luminesced the gold-glimmering interior. The music used for the stage shows blared, encouraging the gamblers and the other guests to resume their chosen entertainments. Sliding his knife into his belt sheath, Zroz ambled toward the Marshall.
Eight ~
Dampening his adrenalin, Zroz scanned for a seat at a gaming table close to where she stood. Her tall boot hitched up on a chair, she took reports from those who’d been gambling with the Ubixx. This time he wouldn’t underestimate her. As an adversary, she’d been one of the few to own his ass. Damn! If he didn’t feverishly itch to rip off those garments that hid her beauty, and shaped her to appear masculine. Unclenching his fingers, he slid a chair from an empty table, sitting. Slickly, he shuffled the old-fashioned cards as if he invited a game.
Nine ~
Observing her from the corner of his eye, he wasn’t surprised when she sauntered in his direction, once she’d completed her interviews. Zroz fanned the cards on the table with smooth precision. “In the mood for a game?” he inquired. Hand on her hip, she halted beside him. At an angle that gave her the advantage, she aggressively widened her stance. “Fancy seein’ you here. Going to give me any trouble?” With slow deliberation he gazed at her, square in the eye. “All the trouble you want, Marshall. For as long as you want.” Her exquisite amethyst eyes regarded him.
Ten ~
“Guess I should lock you up. Throw you on the first ship out of here.” Zroz clasped his fingers loosely and eased his frame back. “Care to play for who gets top position first?” One corner of her mouth quirked in a grin. “I’m on duty.” Lazily, he roved his gaze over every inch of her he could see. She didn’t move. His cock straightened toward her. “When you’re off duty, Marshall.” She flicked a glance at his crotch. “You smell like a stud breeder. Won’t be long before willing company shows up.” Zroz leaned forward. “Challenge. You win. I leave.”
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TO BE CONTINUED ~ Apologies, this is as far as I've gotten.
Cradling the butt of her phase pistol, Khyph stared at the two golden moons from the space deck of her official quarters as Marshall of Meddiea, an inhabited moon. On this rotation, the two sister moons gleamed as complete orbs, their beauty stunning. The atmosphere of Meddiea had been created, initially, to not only sustain most sentient beings in the galactic region, but to enhance every celestial object that could be viewed. Whipping around, Khyph sighed. Duty called. Duty being the rounds she made at various gambling establishments, where the most trouble occurred, as it did on a regular basis.
Two ~
Khyph was no stranger to trouble, having battled her way through more than her share, during her long days as a renegade. She’d run supplies to the underdog resistance fighters or whoever fought off the tanker-ship advance of the Jorilittes, an android race designed to inhabit, then take over a sector for the Corporate Three, a megalithic organization that thirstily sucked up a world’s treasured resources. Promising prosperity, the victimized world was always left high and dry. Broke. Glancing in the small holo mirror she kept beside the door’s entrance, Khyph paused to secure a loosened strand of her hair.
Three ~
For rounds she bound her long tresses tight to her head with the intention to appear more masculine and business-like. Waving, butt-length hair didn’t inspire cooperation with her authority. It certainly inspired another kind of cooperation, one Khyph hadn’t been interested in for quite awhile. Gamblers, and those who visited the outer-limits entertainment moon, offered some fine unique sex, but it was only a temporary arrangement. Just as she’d altered her life once the Corporate Three had been contained, now a fly-by-space lover no longer held any appeal. Palming the door open, she rapidly strode to her internal cruiser.
Four ~
Hopping aboard the anti-grav floater, she seated herself in the center. After a quick review of her weapons capability, she spun the cruiser, testing its performance level. Satisfied, Khyph sped into the airy labyrinth of corridors leading to every establishment on Meddiea. Following her gut instincts, she sliced toward one of the larger gambling saloons, a fancy affair that had been done up in shades of gold, from dark brown amber to palest icy gold. On her off time, she’d often masquerade as a woman traveler and take advantage of the luxuries the Golden Comet so generously offered its customers.
Five ~
Her spine blazed with warning as Khyph swaggered inside the gold-luminous interior. Her hand at the ready for any trouble or ambush, she halted, braced her legs and swept her gaze past the fabulous gold-gleaming trappings. Narrowing her eyes, she sighted the dangerous situation. A Ubixx male, drunk on his lizard-scale ass, waved a short-barreled blaster and shouted for female company. The problem, the Ubixx were deadly shots when over inebriated, but useless between a woman’s thighs. “Marshall, no reasoning with him.” Bressa, the manager sidled beside Khyph, well-knowing her scent would be familiar enough not to be a threat.
Six ~
Half-stunned, Zroz halted high on the grand golden stairway, smelling the woman who haunted his dreams ever since she’d commandeered his private vessel to use against the Jorilittes. Bolting downward on silent feet, despite the unfolding drama, he landed on the floor, laser knife in hand. Hell’s asteroid, if he had to hogtie the lizard scoundrel, to get to the woman who always gave him every carnal satisfaction in his fantasies... “Dim by two degrees,” he heard her instruct. The Ubixx’s night-seeing eyes glittered in his dream woman’s direction. Immediately, the idiot aimed, his primal instinct engaged. The light lessened.
Seven ~
Already, she stealthily closed in on the Ubixx. Zroz could do nothing but watch her swing her arm into position as fast as he could hurl a knife, and shoot. A single white flash appeared. That easy, she’d targeted the lizard’s rifle. Disarmed, the Ubixx bellowed as two bouncers seized him, one of them shoving a paralyzer against his neck. The danger over, light luminesced the gold-glimmering interior. The music used for the stage shows blared, encouraging the gamblers and the other guests to resume their chosen entertainments. Sliding his knife into his belt sheath, Zroz ambled toward the Marshall.
Eight ~
Dampening his adrenalin, Zroz scanned for a seat at a gaming table close to where she stood. Her tall boot hitched up on a chair, she took reports from those who’d been gambling with the Ubixx. This time he wouldn’t underestimate her. As an adversary, she’d been one of the few to own his ass. Damn! If he didn’t feverishly itch to rip off those garments that hid her beauty, and shaped her to appear masculine. Unclenching his fingers, he slid a chair from an empty table, sitting. Slickly, he shuffled the old-fashioned cards as if he invited a game.
Nine ~
Observing her from the corner of his eye, he wasn’t surprised when she sauntered in his direction, once she’d completed her interviews. Zroz fanned the cards on the table with smooth precision. “In the mood for a game?” he inquired. Hand on her hip, she halted beside him. At an angle that gave her the advantage, she aggressively widened her stance. “Fancy seein’ you here. Going to give me any trouble?” With slow deliberation he gazed at her, square in the eye. “All the trouble you want, Marshall. For as long as you want.” Her exquisite amethyst eyes regarded him.
Ten ~
“Guess I should lock you up. Throw you on the first ship out of here.” Zroz clasped his fingers loosely and eased his frame back. “Care to play for who gets top position first?” One corner of her mouth quirked in a grin. “I’m on duty.” Lazily, he roved his gaze over every inch of her he could see. She didn’t move. His cock straightened toward her. “When you’re off duty, Marshall.” She flicked a glance at his crotch. “You smell like a stud breeder. Won’t be long before willing company shows up.” Zroz leaned forward. “Challenge. You win. I leave.”
~~~
TO BE CONTINUED ~ Apologies, this is as far as I've gotten.
Sun in Virgo Day
Late evening yowls, it’s closing in on the midnight hour, my frisky and fabulous Felines... yep, this Big Cat definitely felt the transition from Leo to Virgo today... the energy of Leo is flamboyant while Virgo is down to Earth and generally practical. Summer is waning and Autumn is on the horizon... meow-believe it or not. The Kougaress can barely stand... so it feels... with time whipping by so fast.
When moi awakened today and looked outside... the blue sky appeared to be covered with a nasty soot. Upon opening the door and walking outdoors... well, NOTHING felt right. Not at all. This Big Cat *could not* even stay outside, it felt so bizarre. There was this odd sensation of frantic harsh vibrations. Of course, this has never happened before... but, really, what is going on, frequency-wise?
And! *whew* Dreamtime for the Kougaress was rough... all sorts of disjointed unsettling dreams... tossing and turning occurred... and then, some sort of major disaster or major strike-against-the-system event occurs in Britain, and the world topples... as in the Great Depression. Yeeee-owwww! No!!!
Yep, and howdy, cowgirl and cowboy Big Cats. #9 it is... hey and hay bales, still a good buckin’ showin’ for Branded by the Texans... and nearly three weeks on Siren-BookStrand’s bestseller list... Woooooweeee... what an incredible ride! Is the Kougar ever HAPPY! Oh, THANK YOU, THANK YOU SO MUCH to everyone who has purchased Branded. Wonderful harvest ‘good good’ vibrations are soaring your way!
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Okay, so the Kougar is due to blog at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS in her usual Tuesday slot... well, she had one idea in mind for her post, that is, until she read Pat Cunningham’s bloggie and took up her Flash challenge.
This is Pat’s beginning Flash ~
Leah dove through the cave mouth seconds ahead of the downpour. She scooted to the back of the cave and watched the rain slice down. She slid out of her backpack with a muttered curse against the Weather Channel. Might as well get comfortable. From the looks of things she was going to be stuck here a while.
The lump in the corner she’d taken for a rock suddenly stirred and sat up. A huge, dark-furred bear blinked muzzily at her. Leah crammed her fist into her mouth to keep from screaming. She kicked her backpack towards the towering animal. Maybe it would go for the granola bars in the pocket and leave her alone.
The bear blinked again. Suddenly it vanished, replaced by a gigantic man covered in a thick mat of body hair. “Is it spring already?” he mumbled.
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Authoress news and mews ~
Featured at SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS ~
Passing the Buck
By Pat Cunningham
I’m too lazy to write a flash and the inspiration well’s running low, so I’m going to turn it over to you guys. Here are some starters and story prompts to get the juices flowing. Like we need any more ideas. Savanna, consider this revenge for “Shiftless in Seattle.”
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Featured at HAPPILY EVER AFTER ~ Summer Recipe Week
Scrumptious Rhubarb Crisp
by Bekki Lynn
I love to cook, but especially to bake. But when it comes to pie crusts, I absolutely suck. So when friends brought over some of their freshly ripened rhubarb, I decided to do a crisp instead my husband's favorite pie.
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Featured at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~
WHAT A LOVELY SURPRISE!!!
Take a Walk on the Wild Side with Savanna Kougar....
Interview by April Morelock
A: Welcome today an author I've been hot under the collar to introduce you to. This woman has fire, passion... and is pretty wild. Take one look at her blog Kougar Kisses and I see a Ted Nugent in the making (in a good way). She proudly displays her tendency toward conspiracy theory AND her love of the West.
Her energy is infectious and her writing is ... steaming hawt!
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Featured at the Siren-BookStrand blog ~
Regan Taylor ~ The Long and Short of Reading - and Writing
August 23, 2010
The Long and Short of Reading - And Writing
This past week several of us had a discussion on trends in reading and therefore, writing. Like many of us I’m a life long reader. How many of us were the ones back even in grammar school who preferred sitting with a good book than hanging around people? I was one. I was happiest sitting in my room, reading.
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...
Happy Courtship on another Earth
X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...
Part 603 ~
Sylva sensed Zeke’s deep reluctance over what Indyra had telepathed. Not that she blamed him one itsy bitsy tiny bit. The hurricane force of what they’d already been through slammed her around emotionally. How must he feel? ‘Why?’ Zeke demanded, ‘what’s in it?’ Bear Feather approached to face them more fully, his visage stoic, yet concerned. ‘The plans for how to activate, how to use the time portal.’ He appeared to pause. ‘There is also a small crystal device found in one of your Earth’s pyramids.’ Sylva felt Zeke consider Bear Feather’s words carefully, before asking, ‘How big is this box?’
Zeke knew without doubt, the time had come to rescue Coon and Snake’s loved ones. The urge snapped like a whip inside him. He also knew it would be dangerous. He wasn’t so damn certain about this supposed time-travel box. Still, Bear Feather’s sincerity shone from him in a spiritual way he couldn’t deny. Yep, the compulsion to keep listening did have a grip on him. ‘It’s bigger than a cigar box,’ Bear Feather answered. Zeke grinned in spite of himself. ‘As long as I can carry the damn box. That device doesn’t weigh a ton or two, does it?’
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 602 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, JANUARY 2009 through JUNE 2010 flashes ~ theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
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Did you know if you have blog or website in Philadelphia, the city is now saying you owe them a $300 dollar business license fee for the privilege of exercising your free speech?
Once, the license fees start coming for *the privilege* of blogging or having a website, this Big Cat will be outta here.
After a deeper study into the whole licensing thing, this Big Cat has come to the conclusion that it is a sneaky form of lucrative slavery, labeled as ‘for the public’s safety’, which grew out of the old Jim Crow laws.
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~ HAPPY LAZY HAZY SUMMER DAYS ~
Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...
Sun in Virgo smooches from the Kougar...
Monday, August 23, 2010
Want to blow your mind with ancient art...
Maows and salutations, gorgeous in-your-prime KitKats... a nice, not overly hot, summer day on the prairie... yep, summertime is winding down... in another month it will be Fall... the Kougaress did a bit of jungle-chopping down so she could have her exquisite view unimpeded... so much foliage, so little time... the huge yellow butterflies danced in the air overhead... there are so many beautiful butterflies this year... moi can only assume they are happy not to be pesticided and happy to have more natural food sources.
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Want to blow your mind with ancient art... the Kougaress just did at this site...
Greek statues were brightly painted
~ io9.com/5616498/ultraviolet-light-reveals-how-ancient-greek-statues-really-looked ~
Ultraviolet light reveals how ancient Greek statues really looked
Original Greek statues were brightly painted, but after thousands of years, those paints have worn away. Find out how shining a light on the statues can be all that's required to see them as they were thousands of years ago.
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Wow! Yeehaw-cool ~ Branded by the Texans is still at NUMBER SIX... The Kougar is soooo unbelievably HAPPY about that!!! And always grateful. THANK YOU! A thousand-million times to everyone who has purchased Branded. Yep, that’s what this Big Cat said as a youngster. That’s how happy she feels. GOOD GOOD VIBES twanging and soaring your way!!!
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Authoress news and mews ~
Featured at the LIQUID SILVER SEX blog ~
Along for the Ride
by mima
Today’s Flash Theme is THRILL.
The Kougar’s offering ~
WARNING: Don’t try this at home, if you want to be published. However, I like it, so I’m flashing this section today. Hey, this is my idea of a real thrill. Other than erotic romance, of course.
From my experimental novella ~ SAVAGE GAMESWOMAN
[Copyright 1997]
Chapter One ~
The desert’s harsh-vibrant beauty was never lost on her, except when she rode savagely in the Game. Once the white flag flattened on the cinnamon cracked terrain, Khazaria thigh-squeezed her ferocious goldspun pony sending him onto the gaming course.
With hoof-flying speed, they wove through the half-mile series of stark-limbed towering cactus. Then, haunch-driving, they darted onto the mostly level, almost scrub-free playing field.
Khazaria sprint-charged for the large oval rock surrounded by a low bed of vicious-spiked cactus, then hard-eyed glanced over her shoulder. Yukaton ruthless-dashed for her from the other side of the gaming field.
Dropping the looped reins, Khazaria skill-swift positioned her playing scoop and her short-slapping whip. Her flat-eared pony abruptly lessened his racing speed, then nimble-precisely, he carried her around the disabling cactus. She quick-scooping flung the playing piece toward her team’s five foot square net, which was still almost a quarter of a mile away. Her blood was pumping red fire.
His teeth primitive-clenched, Yukaton thigh-relentless drove his rugged sable pony toward Khazaria. She had whirling placed herself between him and the activated game piece. Rage-grunting, Yukaton forced their battling collision, their thin-leathered thighs slashing and sliding against each other.
Fierce-squealing, Khazaria’s pony threw his glossy-muscled rump into the sable pony’s flank. Lithe-twisting, Khazaria slapped her whip brutally across Yukatons slim-shelled helmet. His whip answered cruel-biting into her unprotected upper arm, while her pony flash-kicked his sable pony’s upper hind leg.
After narrowly avoiding the other pony’s tearing teeth, Khazaria’s pony, on her signal, supple-launched himself toward the game piece. As she passed him, Khazaria whip-smashed Yukaton’s snarling ruddy face.
Heel-gauging his pony, Yukaton pursued, and it became a muscle-bursting race. Khazaria fierce-scanned the field for Bhelize, her teammate, who had race-exploded from the starting line, once she had scoop-flung the game rock.
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Oh, western-loving Kittehs, you’re in for a treat... a sneaky peek of the cover art for FIVE CARD STUD by Gem Sivad. Just click over to her blog page, quit drooling at her hero, then click on the small cover and take a long *happy hormones* look!!!
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Featured at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~
Sultry Sunday- Moments Remembered
by Dawne Prochilo
An excerpt from a WIP I dug out recently. It stirred not only creativity but also sexual thoughts from deep within me. Here's just a 'taste'...
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From ~ Astrology.com
On August 23, the Sun will move out of royal, radiant, outgoing Leo into sensible, earthy, hard-working Virgo for four weeks. In the Western Hemisphere this is the time of the harvest, reaping the gifts of summer. The astrological glyph for Virgo is a goddess holding the sheaf of corn which will produce food for the time ahead.
Virgo has a reputation for being nit-picky and critical but this meticulous trait is hugely useful when you are separating the wheat from the chaff, storing up the apples, and bringing in the goodness of the year and storing it for winter.
The cosmos and the season demand that this is the time to roll up your sleeves and get cracking. Duty calls and there will be rewards for service, effort and attention to detail. Virgo is not a sign that blows its own trumpet or stands on its dignity. It prefers being understated and just getting on with the job at hand. Taking pride in what you do for its own sake without expectation of fame, success or glory is what works best at this time of year.
On August 24, the new Virgo Sun is opposite or across the zodiac from the Pisces Moon and we have what is known as the Harvest Moon, Corn Moon or Barley Moon. In American Indian folklore this full moon marked the right time to start the harvest and farmers could work late into the night by the light of this Moon which rises early and is very bright.
Full Moons signify a time of culmination, a time to bring plans and a project together. It is also a time of romance, fertilization, relationships, emotions and feelings. Emotions tend to run high during these times and as always, this is a time to find a balance between opposites. On one side, there is Virgo's earthy common sense energy and on the other side is Pisces' urge to find spiritual or artistic nourishment. "Man cannot live by bread alone" really is the motto of this Full Moon. There should be time for work and time for inner solace; time to give to others and as well as yourself.
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...
Happy Courtship on another Earth
X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...
Part 602 ~
Sylva fastened her gaze on Indyra, even as Zeke’s energy tightened around her. ‘You okay, darlin’ mine?’ What did she say, exactly? No, she wasn’t okay, but then again, it wasn’t as if she wasn’t okay. Giving up on her thoughts, Sylva mind-answered, ‘I’m okay. Coon was speaking telepathically to me. At least, I assume it was him. Oh,’ frustration knifed through her, ‘this is all so confusing.’ Indyra eyed her compassionately. ‘Yes, it was Coon, daughter of two Earths.’ Since she didn’t feel like she’d been put on the endangered species list, yet, Sylva asked, ‘What do we do?’
Zeke was darn unhappy about how much his little wife was endurin’. He didn’t much like it for himself, either. Still, the future of their Earth depended on them. That’s the damn-the-devil way it looked. He for certain didn’t want this paradise of a planet destroyed. Nor, did he want it for anyone else’s precious world. ‘What do we do?’ he echoed in the soft-like silence that followed his Sylva’s question. ‘There is a box,’ Indyra began, ‘it is nondescript, metallic in appearance. Retrieve it for us. Our future will be returned to us.’ Zeke balked like a mule at that idea.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 601 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, JANUARY 2009 through JUNE 2010 flashes ~ theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
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Ever read the Depression era novel, The Grapes of Wrath? This Big Cat did and it left an indelible mark on her soul and on her psyche ~
Here’s a wiki look-see ~
The Grapes of Wrath is a novel published in 1939 and written by John Steinbeck, who was awarded the Pulitzer Prize in 1940 and the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1962. Set during the Great Depression, the novel focuses on a poor family of sharecroppers, the Joads, driven from their Oklahoma home by drought, economic hardship, and changes in the agriculture industry. In a nearly hopeless situation, partly because they were trapped in the Dust Bowl, they set out for California along with thousands of other "Okies" in search of land, jobs and dignity. When preparing to write the novel, Steinbeck wrote: "I want to put a tag of shame on the greedy bastards who are responsible for this [the Great Depression and its effects]."
~ en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Grapes_of_Wrath ~
The greedy global bastards are at it again. They want the same results, and much worse. This current bad economy has been engineered, done by design... just the way it was back then. The Depression was not a natural cycle. This ‘depressed’ economy is not a natural cycle.
And, now, Googlie is aiming, maneuvering to be your COMPANY STORE. Don’t know what that is... remember this old country song lyric: “I owe my soul to the company store”? Well, Googlie wants your internet soul.
Sixteen Tons - Tennessee Ernie Ford
Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
And the straw boss said "Well, a-bless my soul"
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Fightin' and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
If you see me comin', better step aside
A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don't a-get you
Then the left one will
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
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~ HAPPY LAZY HAZY SUMMER DAYS ~
Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...
Mind-blowing smooches from the Kougar...
~~~
Want to blow your mind with ancient art... the Kougaress just did at this site...
Greek statues were brightly painted
~ io9.com/5616498/ultraviolet-light-reveals-how-ancient-greek-statues-really-looked ~
Ultraviolet light reveals how ancient Greek statues really looked
Original Greek statues were brightly painted, but after thousands of years, those paints have worn away. Find out how shining a light on the statues can be all that's required to see them as they were thousands of years ago.
~~~
Wow! Yeehaw-cool ~ Branded by the Texans is still at NUMBER SIX... The Kougar is soooo unbelievably HAPPY about that!!! And always grateful. THANK YOU! A thousand-million times to everyone who has purchased Branded. Yep, that’s what this Big Cat said as a youngster. That’s how happy she feels. GOOD GOOD VIBES twanging and soaring your way!!!
~~~~~~
Authoress news and mews ~
Featured at the LIQUID SILVER SEX blog ~
Along for the Ride
by mima
Today’s Flash Theme is THRILL.
The Kougar’s offering ~
WARNING: Don’t try this at home, if you want to be published. However, I like it, so I’m flashing this section today. Hey, this is my idea of a real thrill. Other than erotic romance, of course.
From my experimental novella ~ SAVAGE GAMESWOMAN
[Copyright 1997]
Chapter One ~
The desert’s harsh-vibrant beauty was never lost on her, except when she rode savagely in the Game. Once the white flag flattened on the cinnamon cracked terrain, Khazaria thigh-squeezed her ferocious goldspun pony sending him onto the gaming course.
With hoof-flying speed, they wove through the half-mile series of stark-limbed towering cactus. Then, haunch-driving, they darted onto the mostly level, almost scrub-free playing field.
Khazaria sprint-charged for the large oval rock surrounded by a low bed of vicious-spiked cactus, then hard-eyed glanced over her shoulder. Yukaton ruthless-dashed for her from the other side of the gaming field.
Dropping the looped reins, Khazaria skill-swift positioned her playing scoop and her short-slapping whip. Her flat-eared pony abruptly lessened his racing speed, then nimble-precisely, he carried her around the disabling cactus. She quick-scooping flung the playing piece toward her team’s five foot square net, which was still almost a quarter of a mile away. Her blood was pumping red fire.
His teeth primitive-clenched, Yukaton thigh-relentless drove his rugged sable pony toward Khazaria. She had whirling placed herself between him and the activated game piece. Rage-grunting, Yukaton forced their battling collision, their thin-leathered thighs slashing and sliding against each other.
Fierce-squealing, Khazaria’s pony threw his glossy-muscled rump into the sable pony’s flank. Lithe-twisting, Khazaria slapped her whip brutally across Yukatons slim-shelled helmet. His whip answered cruel-biting into her unprotected upper arm, while her pony flash-kicked his sable pony’s upper hind leg.
After narrowly avoiding the other pony’s tearing teeth, Khazaria’s pony, on her signal, supple-launched himself toward the game piece. As she passed him, Khazaria whip-smashed Yukaton’s snarling ruddy face.
Heel-gauging his pony, Yukaton pursued, and it became a muscle-bursting race. Khazaria fierce-scanned the field for Bhelize, her teammate, who had race-exploded from the starting line, once she had scoop-flung the game rock.
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Oh, western-loving Kittehs, you’re in for a treat... a sneaky peek of the cover art for FIVE CARD STUD by Gem Sivad. Just click over to her blog page, quit drooling at her hero, then click on the small cover and take a long *happy hormones* look!!!
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Featured at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~
Sultry Sunday- Moments Remembered
by Dawne Prochilo
An excerpt from a WIP I dug out recently. It stirred not only creativity but also sexual thoughts from deep within me. Here's just a 'taste'...
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From ~ Astrology.com
On August 23, the Sun will move out of royal, radiant, outgoing Leo into sensible, earthy, hard-working Virgo for four weeks. In the Western Hemisphere this is the time of the harvest, reaping the gifts of summer. The astrological glyph for Virgo is a goddess holding the sheaf of corn which will produce food for the time ahead.
Virgo has a reputation for being nit-picky and critical but this meticulous trait is hugely useful when you are separating the wheat from the chaff, storing up the apples, and bringing in the goodness of the year and storing it for winter.
The cosmos and the season demand that this is the time to roll up your sleeves and get cracking. Duty calls and there will be rewards for service, effort and attention to detail. Virgo is not a sign that blows its own trumpet or stands on its dignity. It prefers being understated and just getting on with the job at hand. Taking pride in what you do for its own sake without expectation of fame, success or glory is what works best at this time of year.
On August 24, the new Virgo Sun is opposite or across the zodiac from the Pisces Moon and we have what is known as the Harvest Moon, Corn Moon or Barley Moon. In American Indian folklore this full moon marked the right time to start the harvest and farmers could work late into the night by the light of this Moon which rises early and is very bright.
Full Moons signify a time of culmination, a time to bring plans and a project together. It is also a time of romance, fertilization, relationships, emotions and feelings. Emotions tend to run high during these times and as always, this is a time to find a balance between opposites. On one side, there is Virgo's earthy common sense energy and on the other side is Pisces' urge to find spiritual or artistic nourishment. "Man cannot live by bread alone" really is the motto of this Full Moon. There should be time for work and time for inner solace; time to give to others and as well as yourself.
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...
Happy Courtship on another Earth
X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...
Part 602 ~
Sylva fastened her gaze on Indyra, even as Zeke’s energy tightened around her. ‘You okay, darlin’ mine?’ What did she say, exactly? No, she wasn’t okay, but then again, it wasn’t as if she wasn’t okay. Giving up on her thoughts, Sylva mind-answered, ‘I’m okay. Coon was speaking telepathically to me. At least, I assume it was him. Oh,’ frustration knifed through her, ‘this is all so confusing.’ Indyra eyed her compassionately. ‘Yes, it was Coon, daughter of two Earths.’ Since she didn’t feel like she’d been put on the endangered species list, yet, Sylva asked, ‘What do we do?’
Zeke was darn unhappy about how much his little wife was endurin’. He didn’t much like it for himself, either. Still, the future of their Earth depended on them. That’s the damn-the-devil way it looked. He for certain didn’t want this paradise of a planet destroyed. Nor, did he want it for anyone else’s precious world. ‘What do we do?’ he echoed in the soft-like silence that followed his Sylva’s question. ‘There is a box,’ Indyra began, ‘it is nondescript, metallic in appearance. Retrieve it for us. Our future will be returned to us.’ Zeke balked like a mule at that idea.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 601 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, JANUARY 2009 through JUNE 2010 flashes ~ theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
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Ever read the Depression era novel, The Grapes of Wrath? This Big Cat did and it left an indelible mark on her soul and on her psyche ~
Here’s a wiki look-see ~
The Grapes of Wrath is a novel published in 1939 and written by John Steinbeck, who was awarded the Pulitzer Prize in 1940 and the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1962. Set during the Great Depression, the novel focuses on a poor family of sharecroppers, the Joads, driven from their Oklahoma home by drought, economic hardship, and changes in the agriculture industry. In a nearly hopeless situation, partly because they were trapped in the Dust Bowl, they set out for California along with thousands of other "Okies" in search of land, jobs and dignity. When preparing to write the novel, Steinbeck wrote: "I want to put a tag of shame on the greedy bastards who are responsible for this [the Great Depression and its effects]."
~ en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Grapes_of_Wrath ~
The greedy global bastards are at it again. They want the same results, and much worse. This current bad economy has been engineered, done by design... just the way it was back then. The Depression was not a natural cycle. This ‘depressed’ economy is not a natural cycle.
And, now, Googlie is aiming, maneuvering to be your COMPANY STORE. Don’t know what that is... remember this old country song lyric: “I owe my soul to the company store”? Well, Googlie wants your internet soul.
Sixteen Tons - Tennessee Ernie Ford
Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal
And the straw boss said "Well, a-bless my soul"
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain
Fightin' and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
Cain't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
If you see me comin', better step aside
A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don't a-get you
Then the left one will
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
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~ HAPPY LAZY HAZY SUMMER DAYS ~
Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...
Mind-blowing smooches from the Kougar...
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