Archive | December 2012

Snippets from ‘Codename: Spazz’.

I’ve written a series of children’s stories called the SpyKat Tales and I figured I’d go ahead and let everyone read a few parts of the first story. This book is called ‘Codename: Spazz’, and like the rest of the books is based on the life of one of my cats. If you enjoy what you read, you can purchase the entire ebook (complete with pictures) here. There are a total of six books in the series and I’ll post snippets of the others at later dates. Enjoy.


I blame my Human for not getting my first mission until I was five. I mean really, how are Sir Boots and Madame Princess supposed to take me seriously with a name like Spazz? Don’t get me wrong, I love my Human. She buys me treats, makes sure my bathroom is always clean and knows exactly where that spot is under my chin. Despite all her good traits, however, she’s obviously got some serious issues. Me a Spazz, as if.


For the second time that day I found myself on my back, and while I usually wouldn’t have a problem with that, it’s my favorite position to sleep in after all, being held down by vines in the middle of the forest is extremely uncomfortable. How cats can live outdoors is a mystery to me. All those bugs, the disgusting dirt, and odd smelly plants…yuck.


After she’d finished talking, most of which I tuned out, but don’t tell her that cause I’m sure she’ll tell HQ and then I’ll be in all sorts of trouble, she dropped her nose to the ground and began leading me deeper into the woods near my Human’s house. I have to admit it was a little scary, all those dark and imposing trees looming over me, but being the brave cat that I am I pressed on without incident…and if that ferret says anything otherwise, she’s lying! Lying I tell you! I did not scream like a little girl, or hide behind her when a spider crawled by!


There I stood in the middle of what looked like a conference room, surrounded by about a hundred rats of various size and color, but that wasn’t the worst part. In the middle of the room, sitting on what looked like a pile of straw, was the head rat himself, Mr. Cheese. My whole body froze when the situation fully sank in and I’m ashamed to admit it, I even let out a small whimper in fear. Don’t judge me; you’d be scared too if you found yourself in the middle of a large group of the enemy…and you’d better not make any comment about how cats shouldn’t be afraid of rats since we’re so much bigger than them, remember, they had superior numbers.


I thought about ducking back into the tree and making a mad dash for safety, and probably would’ve done so if my mother hadn’t looked up and stared straight into my eyes. My knees began to shake and I dropped my head when she gave me ‘the look’. You know the one that all parents use when their child has just done something incredibly stupid…yeah, that look. I heard one of the other SpyKats snickering off to the side and wished I could just disappear.


Well there you have it, a taste of ‘Codename: Spazz’.



Another shooting?

I just read the story about the shooter that took out all those people at the school in Connecticut and the first thought that went through my head was that there was a shooting just a few days ago. My second thought was what kind of monster do you have to be to kill all those innocent children. I’m not condoning murder, those who commit this act should face harsh punishment, but if you really feel the need to kill someone then just kill them. Why do these people take out those around them as well? Especially the kids. What is this world coming to? Soon we’ll have to have metal detectors and armed guards outside every single building because otherwise people will be too afraid to go anywhere. I have my concealed pistol permit and to be honest I’m seriously considering carrying it around with me whenever I leave the house. At least that way if I get put in a situation like that I won’t end up helpless like all the other victims.

To those who’ve lost someone in a senseless massacre like the one today, my thoughts are with you.


I’ll never understand why these books are so popular.

I’ve been reading several of the popular bestselling series lately, you know, the ones they make into movies, and I’ve got to say, I’m not that impressed. I’m not saying they’re complete crap or anything, but I really have no idea why they became such big sellers.

The Harry Potter series started out decent enough, fairly interesting storyline though a little long winded, but over the course of its seven books it seemed to only go down hill. I found most of the characters to be either annoying or boring in personality, and the overall plot-line was a bit lame. Honestly, the only character I liked in that series was Sirius Black. And since he came in in book three and then died in book five, well, there was a reason it took me over five years to finally finish the last two books.

I’m not going to say much about the Twilight series, because, well, I don’t have anything nice to say about it. Okay, I’ll admit that the author can write well, but the plot sucks and the characters are even worse. I mean it’s a story about sparkly vampires. That should be enough to have the entire series black listed forever, but then it has to be written inside the head of one of the most boring people in the world. The only reason I managed to finish all four horribly painful books is because I mocked it the whole way through. It just goes to show that the ability to write does not a good story make.

From there I moved on to the Hunger Games trilogy. Honestly, I was disappointed with the first book. It was too much like a watered down version of Battle Royale, which is a much better story no matter how you look at it, and the main character was wishy-washy in almost everything she did. However, since I’d forced my way through Twilight I refused to give up on a story that had the potential to be infinitely better. It turns out I was right. Each book in the series got a little more interesting, culminating in an ending that was pretty well thought out. I wasn’t impressed with all the odd names in the series, it was almost like the author was trying too hard to be unique, but overall the series wasn’t bad.

After reading these series I doubt I’ll pick up another book that’s considered “popular” or “bestselling” by the masses as I obviously don’t have the same taste as them. I’d rather stick to authors I know I enjoy, like Mathew Reilly and Agatha Christie.



It’s that time of year again. You know, when decent folks turn into demons in search of the best presents and deals. Because everyone knows that what this holiday is all about. Sure it got started as something religious, and yeah, there are probably still people who treat it that way for a day or two, but let’s face it, all anyone cares about are the presents.

Personally I find the whole holiday to be nothing more than a waste of time. I don’t enjoy being stampeded by anxious shoppers, or packed like a sardine whenever I go grocery shopping, or being forced to listen to hours of dreadful Christmas music. None of that is worth the gifts I may or may not receive. Especially since I don’t usually want anything anyway. About the only thing I don’t mind are the lights. I’ve always enjoyed looking at all those sparkly decorations and colorful displays, it’s one of the few things I look forward to this time of year. That and the copious amounts of hot cocoa and candy canes.

However, despite my dislike of the holiday season, I’ll still end up getting my family gifts, and graciously accept those they choose to give me, if for no other reason than it’s easier to partake in the spirit of things than to constantly fight with those who do. Besides, just because I don’t like it doesn’t mean I should ruin it for others . . . unless of course that person just ran me over to get to the last toy/electronic/gift. Those people deserve what they get.


Memories from China.

I was looking through a world history book yesterday at work and I stumbled across some pictures from China that got me thinking. It’s been nearly eight years since I went there and I’d really like to go back. Last time I went with my grandma, and though I’ll be forever grateful for her allowing me to tag along, I didn’t really get to see and do everything I wanted. Sometimes it was because there wasn’t enough time, and other times because she simply had no interest in doing it, but either way I ended up missing out on several things.

I’m not saying I didn’t get to do anything, but our interests don’t exactly match up so in the end her choices were the ones that mattered. Me, I enjoyed the history of the country; seeing all the temples, learning about the different eras, and of course all of the amazing scenery. For a country with so many people it sure has a lot of beautiful places. I could spend hours just wandering through their temple grounds and exploring the shrines. I’ve yet to see any other place like it.

Walking along the Great Wall was something I’ll never forget, and the Terra Cotta soldiers were a sight to behold. It was also fun spending time on the Yangtze River and seeing the different colors the water turned with each new location. I remember one place we went, though I can’t remember exactly where it was, where we walked down this small street that was lined with trees. There were hundreds of bird cages, filled with all kinds of birds, resting on low hanging branches and sitting on benches. The people were taking their pets out for fresh air and socialization.

The food there was really pretty good, and coming from someone who can’t usually stand tofu that’s saying something. I even ended up building up a tolerance to peppercorn since they use it in so many dishes. Desert was always some sort of fruit, which was awesome. I had so much watermelon that trip. 🙂

I feel extremely lucky to have had the opportunity to go there, I enjoyed myself immensely, and hope to be able to go again in the future . . . right after I go to London and Japan.


Ah, the joys of puppyhood.

I’m fairly certain my dog has ADHD (along with a secret stash of speed or other drugs). This is the only conclusion I can come up with for why she’s so hyperactive all the time. Don’t get me wrong, she’s cute when she’s not bouncing off the walls, but that downtime only happens for a few seconds every day. So, yeah, she gets to be a bit much.

It also doesn’t help that she’s not exactly small. I don’t think I’d mind her racing around if she wasn’t so big, but she’s sixty pounds of solid energy. It’s not easy avoiding a dog that size when she’s running in circles around the house. I’m surprised that she hasn’t broken anything of importance yet.

I’m hoping that she’ll calm down eventually, she is only a year and a half old, but seeing as she seems to be getting more energy with each passing day, I doubt I’ll see her mellow anytime soon.



Meet Saya.

Welcome to the inner workings of my crazy mind.

I never planned on doing a blog, believing that what I think is safer if kept inside my own head, but I suppose I’ve gotten tired of simply ‘thinking’ everything and wanted to see if putting my thoughts down on paper (so to speak) would help me make sense of the craziness that is my mind.

I can assure you now that there will be no rhyme or reason to my posts, be that in content or when I upload something new, as my mind has a tendency to go off on random tangents every few minutes. I can, however, tell you a few things you’ll likely see from me in the future should you happen to stick around.

I’m sure I’ll talk about books I’ve read, movies I’ve seen and music I’ve listened to. I’ll probably go on and on about my new favorite anime/manga, or what I enjoyed about a local convention, or my many endeavors into the world of Cosplay. There will also be times when I’ll complain about politics, or education, or the fact that our country’s going to hell, though those will be few and far between. I also enjoy traveling, spending time with my animals, taking photos of nature, and many other random things I’ll end up mentioning at one time or another. Perhaps, in the future, I may even post snippets of my stories, both ones that are currently for sale and not, so I hope you’ll look forward to reading them.

Well, that’s all I’ve got for now.