Boris, who I’d probably get for love

And no, before anyone works about me, no, not Johnson. Strictly, its Karloff, though you have to work back one step, for the authors name at least. The amusing thing is, I know him between by yet another name totally, and goodness only knows what name he uses for me. But enough of that, this blogs story piece is

https://mcstories.com/MemberPrivileges/index.html

Oh, and this shows how long I’ve known, and got along well with this guy for, as this is 13 years old!

https://mcstories.com/Repairs/index.html

My personal tip, read both, and probably some of his other stuff, you wont be disappointed!

But going back to his current story… I have in my time used a few messenger services, currently I stick to Facebook, and Twitter, though I used Yahoo a lot in the very old days. I’ve also used, jokingly, a couple of these romance finding sites, but never met anyone through them, but thats probably me, more than them. But fine, unless one of my contacts was Karloff, Lugosi, or Chaney, I’d probably pass anyway. Well, there is Rotwang, but besides that…

So no, I’ve never found a contact site quite like this one, for sure. Doubt I’d make a target now, anyway. And besides, if ‘Mr Pratt’ was involved, I’d probably end up with the most ridiculous pair of boobs if I did! Either that or I’d get the special deal and look like a stunning young lady, lol, though probably even then, with bigger boobs than average!

Its funny, ‘William’ is one of those people I’ve known, and enjoyed the online company of for many years, but that I know I’m never going to meet. We’d probably both be a disappointment to each other,but besides that…

Bless you, Geo, enjoy your moment of blog fame, lol.

OK, video time. Well, when do you go to dating agency sites. When you need to be…

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We talk in C, you talk in F

To those not getting the title, think temperatures. Here in the UK, as with so many parts of the world, we do them in Centigrade. But the US is one of few now that still does them in Fahrenheit. It means I still tend to think in the latter, because otherwise most of my friends across the Pond would think it was always below freezing over here. It does give me some fun moments over here when talking to Brits, and I do temperatures in F, and they look at me as if crazy lol.

Of course thats just one of numerous things that despite supposedly talking the same language, English, that is different between us, and the US. We put a u in so many words that Americans dont, and we pronounce words differently too. And thats before you even get to the whole lift/elevator thing too.

Anyway, last week one of my fellow EMCSA writers did a play on this in his story

https://mcstories.com/SnapsToClicks/index.html

No, I dont know which side of the pond he’s actually on, by the way.

Of course the snag with a story like this is that most of the amusement is lost unless you travel between the UK, and the US, like I do. Mind, to add to the confusion, though strictly we are now a metric country, all the road signposts are still in miles, not kilometres, and all our horse racing is still in miles, furlongs, and yards too, not metres. Yes, I remember when Ireland was changing between the two, you would find signposts in miles, others in kilometres, and no clue as to which was which, beyond (but not infallibly) the age of the signs, in that old ones would be miles, new ones kilometres, but anyway…

OK, the video, one of the songs most suitable for the issue discussed. It proves that not only could Fred, and Ginger dance in shoes (her in heels), but on roller skates too!

You can’t hide, in prepurbia

I have a wonderful friend, who I’ve never actually met, and given she likes her privacy, I probably never will, even if I make a request on my death bed, which hopefully I wont be doing after the neurologist visit on Tuesday. Regardless of what the news is, in truth, I’ll just be glad to know, and get on with whatever fate holds.

I know her real name, but to you, she’s Heather. No, as you can guess, thats not her real name, or first name, anyway. And no, she doesnt write enough stories in truth, because she’s brilliant when she gets around to it. This is one of them,

https://mcstories.com/RiseOfPrepsalon/index.html

Yes, I know its long, but it pushes all my buttons, so I have to promote it. Fine, I’d prefer to be prepared as a Stepford Wife, in all those lovely dresses, instead of Prep style, but other than that…

Oh fine, its not hard to assume that Sabrina (Brie) is going to succumb in the end, but its quite a process to get there, and one I’d love used on me. I could do with a makeover at present in truth, my hair needs cutting, and colouring, my perm makeup being done has gone by the window this year (should have been renewed in spring) as I cant travel that far at present, nor have I got the money to pay for it, given it means travelling from Yorkshire, to Berkshire.

Could also genuinely add now that my brain could do with a makeover, and I’m sure Tiffany would love to set me up for one too, if she was real! And fine, I’d love it if she did!

So be a devil, go read the story. Just be careful to avoid the Prep makeover, unless you really want it? Oh, interesting fact, for all the stories that ‘Fembotheather’ has written, she’s never written a robot one!

The video, well you might have guess the play on words from the blog title, or maybe not?

Oh what a lady, what an act

To be fair, this was written as a tribute to me, so it was going to play on my love of acting, and of my love of robots, but to say this is an acting troupe I wouldnt mind being part of, would be a major understatement!

https://mcstories.com/PerformanceUpgrade/index.html

Its short (under 2000 words), so though I’m not going to say you have to go and read it, why not?

But yes, lets admit it, even if I was in a position to be able to leave this acting troupe, why would I want to do so? Yes, oh to sit in that chair, be turned into the perfect robot actress, oh heaven! Would never have the worry of forgetting my lines ever again too! And thats after that amazing transformation process too. And fine, if the Professor insisted on my showing my gratitude in that manner, why would I ever want to refuse? Oh fine, programmed robot and all that, but besides that…

Oh please, double dream in one! So, if anyone is looking for an actress, to turn into a robot, I’m most definitely free.

Sadly, that transformation didnt happen in December 1963 (I would only have been 5 at time), but December 2019, oh please, if not sooner.

Heading out of, or is that into my era?

One thing that a few people have noticed is that we’re about 6 months away from the roaring twenties again? Yes, I only wish. Jazz making a coming back, girls loosing themselves from the restrictions of the time, and doing just what they want to do, ignoring the old fuddy duddies!

Sadly, there is little sign of a major jazz comeback, though it might be a blessing that we dont have to rely on bootleg gin, and as for smoking, heaven forbid! Also, even worse, in some areas of the US at least, some people seem to want to take things back to the 1820’s, with men ‘owning’ women’s bodies, even if they are no relation of them. Yes, somehow I dont think this wild flapper would be very welcome in the ‘Deep South’, giggle!

But no, seriously, I’ll leave those frivolities to nearer the time, and see how much those doctors will let me misbehave, because of my brain issues, and stuff. Now, those nasty brain issues…

One thing I soon noticed after the first bout of brain seizures, let alone the more recent ones, was that I had a few more issues to deal with in my life. No, not to smoke, and drink illicit gin, if anyone was hoping for that.

The thing that very quickly became obvious was that my already limited mobility, due to the damage to my back, was wrecked far more. I’m assuming that some connection between my brain, and the motor skills that allow me to walk have been wrecked. On a good day, I can do about 600 yards each way, on a bad one, the stairs are a challenge! Seriously, if anyone in the UK has a mobility powered wheelchair that they arent using, or have need for any more, I could really do with one. No, I wont wait for a positive answer!

The other obvious one, to me at least, is the quality of my writing, and the difficulty in putting words together, with the letters in the right order, or tense. Yes, if you knew how many edits I do on a blog nowadays… and these are only about 500 words!

So writing long stories, oh please, darlings, not going to happen! But I’m determined to get one thing done, that I promised to someone, before the brain went bang! There has been an annual anthology for pieces for a fictional city with tons of Superheroes, and heroines, called River City. Over the years I’ve created a couple of characters of my own.

One, Robbie, Roberta Bayport had the misfortune to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and had her body turned into that of a Robot, hence her name. Fortunately she was rescued before her brain was erased, and made a mindless robot slave, but her body was beyond repair. Hence, she became a robotic super-heroine.

The other, quite literally is from a different era, hence her name of Flapper Girl. Though how that still works in the 1930’s, ask her! Or her proper name, Billie, Belinda Nicholson. Yes, she lives totally up to the whole Flapper image, and lets leave it there.

So yes, I can officially confirm, short of a neurological miracle, I’m currently writing my last pieces of any length, and even there, its hard work! I’ve now completed their 2 solo pieces, and now just have one last piece to do, involving a little convenient time travel, where they get together, for their goodbye. Except…the dear fun putting this all together has already got a story put together for Roberta. Sounds like he’s going to put her through the wringer, but I’m sure she’ll survive. He has also used Billie before, may use her again, who knows? And as for what Betsy might do with either of them, heaven knows?

But for me at least, I’m about 2,000 words approximately away from done, as things stand. As I say, they are going to get together, one of them might be time travelling, but not the one who usually does it. Who knows, maybe a neurologist, or a mad scientist (that would be fun) can sort out my brain enough to write again, but I’m not holding out great hope. So maybe then, I can really put Robotunit8 to bed as a writing name, as I’ve only been using it on the Archive, and nowhere else for a while now.

The two of them, walking off into the sunset, for me at least, I’d put good money on it, but I’ll go with the flow, for sure.

OK, the video, a bit of Flapper craziness. It says this was all film from the 1920’s, but I’m not quite sure?

Take my brain away?

OK, before we get started, let me just mention that it was 30 years ago today that Stonewall was founded to fight for the rights for LGBT people. I’ve done more justice to it on ‘my’ blog, but just wanted to mention it here. Things still are far from perfect, but better than 30 years ago, for sure.

However, that means I need a second blog subject, so I’m going to my old reliable, an EMCSA story, this one.

https://mcstories.com/Hostel/index.html

Go read it, its brilliant, and was only made more musing for me, in that a tease I got from the author at my interest in the whole East German spy thing, was that she came back with the Lincolnshire Poacher Number Station thing that I blogged about at the start of this month. Yes, clearly this is a British Author too, as they said it was one of ours! Oh, I wonder if she is still alive? I have my doubts (might be a reason they stopped, and presumably switched to something else?) she is, but who knows?

No, I definitely cant see me being turned into a sex bot now, or indeed even when I was much younger, and did indeed visit East Berlin in my mid 20’s, and no, I wasnt a spy receiving messages from ‘Lincolnshire Poacher’ either. It was an administration duty, but sport related, not spy related, but it will cost anyone a considerable sum of money (would be handy) to find out exactly what. So secret, but not top secret, lol.

Well, I dont remember being brainwashed to either act as a sex kitten, or a spy for the East German government, but I suspect I wouldnt be meant to remember it if I had! But OK, fine, would I love to be part of all those events, of course I would.

Funniest fact, thats the only time I’ve ever been to Germany in my life! So yes, never been to what would have been regarded as West Germany back then, crazy stuff! Yes, East Berlin was all I got to see! And no, I dont remember being taken to a hostel, either! Would love to visit Germany, just before the Hitler era, the excesses of the Weimar era were supposedly quite something.

Sadly, I’m sure the chances of me being a sleeper spy, are as likely as my chances of being a sleeper robot, though the latter might explain the brain failures of late, lol?

OK, the video. The group is Berlin (connection), and the song title is very similar to the blog one, though the blog one is the more sinister one. A live performance, no less!

And freeze!

A few years ago, there was a mannequin challenge thing that became a rage for a few weeks, and then soon after that, went away again. Sadly I never got the chance to take part in any of those, mainly because a lot of them were in the US, and even the ones over here, I was never seemingly in the right place, at the right time. Yes, I would have loved to have done that, goes without saying really.

Of course, what would have been even better would have been to have been frozen, for real, as a mannequin. Unmoving, unthinking, just frozen in one place, would be an amazing sensation. Sadly, as far as I know, to do it for real cant be done, though a few authors have developed the technique in fiction, and I’d love it done for real. But just to do the mannequin challenge, yes, I’d still love to.

So when I saw this story last week, I knew I was looking forward to it

https://mcstories.com/AndFreeze/index.html

And as you can guess from the fact I’m doing this, the story is pretty good too. Am I jealous of the girls (even without the whole pleasure thing), you bet I am! I know, its a modelling thing, and I’m not young, pretty, slim, and several other things models are needed to be, but a woman can dream! And anyway, if anyone knows how to do that, and doesnt care how awful the model looks, I’d love it done to me. Maybe I could wear a hood, or something, pretty please?

I know, I know, but as I say, if anyone doesnt care about looks, and is doing the mannequin thing in the UK, I’d love to.

OK, video time. Long before the mannequin challenge was even conceived, this happened in Grand Station, New York. Yes, the signs to 42nd Street amuse me for the obvious reason!