A Lady Walks Into A Bar

Rated G, friendship. DC Cinematic Universe.

The bar was dimly lit, the old mahogany wood showing signs of wear with scuffs along the walls and benches. A man sat alone in a booth, nursing a Guiness beer. His blond hair was cut short, his face a pattern of age lines and scars, his clothes those of a working man.

The elegantly dressed woman entered the bar softly, so as to not disturb the ambiance. She approached the bar and slid onto one of the high, vinyl covered stools. The barman took her order. “Red wine, please.”

As she waited for her drink, she looked around the room. There she saw the subject of her search. When she received her wine, she dismounted her seat and eased over to him as if not to startle the man away.

“Good evening, my friend,” She slid in opposite him, depositing her Gucci purse on the hard wooden bench.

“Good evening, Diana,” He nodded with a sad smile. His voice rough from ages of shouted commands.

“And how shall I call you?” she nodded encouragingly. “Khufu, or Carter?”

“Carter for now,” he lifted his empty mug at the waitress who nodded. He put it with a collection already on the table. The young woman came with another beer and a second glass of wine.

“Do you know why I sought you out?”

He shook his head and took a drink. “No, but I can imagine. Another foe to conquer, another enemy at the gate. Sorry, not interested.”

“I’m working with the Batman for now. There is something big coming.”

“Haven’t you learned that working with mortals will break your heart.” He sat the mug down and drew circles in the water rings with a calloused finger. “Making friends, then losing them, is so sad.”

She looked at him with a little smile. “Neither of us is immortal. You more than I know it.”

“But we are both old.” he drew a symbol on the table. “You are hundreds of years old. Me, thousands.”

“I can die by a weapon if I’m not careful.” she said.

“And I will.” He looked at her with his present blue eyes. “Shy’era is already dead. She is calling to me. You know I cannot refuse the curse.”

“Can you not resist it for a little while?”

“No, the time is too close. I would go, and by dying, break your concentration.” he sighed and drained the mug again. “Perhaps in our next incarnations, my wife and I can be of help. But now, I am only tired. My very bones ache. The wings grow heavy and the mace difficult to control.”

Diana looked at her old friend and saw his depression. She was saddened by it.

“Bruce and Arthur will certainly help,” he said. “I don’t know of the others but I’m sure you will prevail…with Clark.”

“Clark is dead.”

“Not so much I think,” He shifted his weight and climbed out of the booth dropping a hundred and a fifty on the table.

She stood up gracefully and faced him. “So you are now a Priest of Apollo with portents for me?”

“Always follow the sun, daughter of Themyscira. Never look to the shadows.”

“I will see you again, my friend.”

“I hope so. But, in the casting of the bones of chance one never knows where he may find himself.”

She reached out to lay her hand on his shoulder. “I pray you find her quickly.”

“May the gods hear your words.” He took her hand in his and kissed it. “Farewell, daughter of Amazons. Fight well.”

The man turned and walked out of the bar.

The waitress came to collect the glassware and the money. She looked in dismay at the large denominations. “I can’t take these. We don’t take anything bigger than twenties.”

Diana looked at her. “The money is good. Enjoy your tip.”

The girl looked at her doubtfully. “I don’t know. Do you think he’ll be back?”

“No, child.” the woman shook her head as she picked up her purse. “Not in this lifetime.”She gave a sad smile and left the dark room for the sun.

 


TShirts

Subject: tshirts. I have too many darned tshirts as it is, but some companies always come out with new ones. It used to be

It used to be bumper-stickers. My old cars would have lots of bumper stickers all over it. But I got a new truck and I’m keeping the number down as I will have it for many years. It only carries Proud Woman Veteran, true Texan, and a Jack Russell heartbeat.

But I constantly get ads from (evil) facebook about new, funny, cute and irresistible t-shirts. Pictures of puppies, horses, dragons, and witty sayings. Today it is ‘Take care of the earth, its where I keep my dog.’ I recently got one that said things about writing.

Then there’s all the Viking ones, ‘I’m not a Princess, I’m a shieldmaiden. Then the protest ones ‘Stop horse slaughter’, ‘Protect the American Mustang’, and the begging ones ‘buy this shirt will feed 8 shelter dogs’,

I have the advertisement for Russell Rescue of Texas and All my conventions (Dragoncon, Revelcon, etc). There are the funny ones ‘ be yourself unless you can be a. Batman, b. a dragon, c. a unicorn’. (Hint: Always be Batman cause his superpower is being rich). 

And of course the ones I make. Michael Shanks as Hawkman (reference Smallville season 9 and 10), the cover of my book ‘The Homestead’, and Jack O’Neill as the Green Man. (you’d have to see it).

Now I have too many t-shirts and only a few none print shirts to wear to normal activities. (Though I’ll wear the writing one a lot.) And I need money for my next trip. Four of these bad boys are at least $100 dollars.

And they’re not cheap. $25 to $30 apiece. Well, the ones I make aren’t that. The Chartreuse Hawkeye shirt was $5 cause I got the shirt on sale and did the printing on my computer.

I think I’m getting the rep as the old lady with the funny t-shirts. But then, I can live with that. Though I’d much rather be known as the next JK Rowling. Sigh, I guess I’ll stick with the old lady with the t-shirts.


Our Princess.

I am very sad. A true Princess has left us. As the child of Eddy Fisher and Debby Reynolds , Carrie Fisher was as close to American Royalty as it comes. She was a girl who made mistakes in her loves and her life, but she was a talented woman who gave us the Galaxy far far away as a strong, vivacious person.

You were one of my heroes, not because you were perfect, but because you accepted your imperfections, fought them and won the battle at the end. Your books took us on a journey of your other talents.  You succeeded in places where many of your peers had failed.You fell into a vortex but then you emerged stronger and an example to many people who loved you.

Rest In Peace, General. May the Force accept you and grow stronger with your presence. You will be missed on our Planet.


Recovery at last.

I’m back from the convention, mostly well and getting back into the swing of thing.  If you read my bio, you’ll see I’m 63.  Not terribly old, but certainly old enough to know better than to fly to British Columbia and run around Vancouver and its environs on a crutch, a sprained knee and an aggravated spine fracture (the ER doc’s words, not mine.).

But there hadn’t been a GateCon in 6 years, and when Col. O’Neill calls all good Gaters respond.  So, me and a group of equally crazy galpals, headed for the Great North West in response.

Richard Dean Anderson aka Jack O’Neill aka Nicodemus Legend aka Angus MacGyver was there, large and in charge.  Interestingly enough he too is showing his erm, mileage.

In his defense, RDA is 65 and has had some health problems.  And he’s recovering from his own damaged limbs.  Apparently, he took a header down some steps chasing a pup he’d inherited from his Mom at her passing.  Concussion, sprained wrist, broken ribs, and a broken elbow.  But, for all his injuries, he remained the Host with the Most.

The ‘guests’ were just about every SGC team member, villain, sidekick, comic relief ever made an appearance.  Daniel’s good father, Sam’s Tok’ra dad, Bra’tak, Walter, Persis, Narim, Ba’al, Nirti, Hathor, on and on and on.

Unfortunately, the rest of SG1 sent their regrets.  Shanks and Tapping were working on their projects, (he has an award-winning TV show and she’s directing something). The others were not specifically heard from but we can assume they are hale and hearty.

There were also some authors from Fandemonium, the company that is presently writing, creating, publishing and printing the StarGate novels.  They did a seminar what was interesting to the writers that were there.  One thing that stuck in my mind was the advice to ‘fill the box with sand’.  You can always take it out, but you first must fill the box.  Well, its something to think about.

Vancouver is a beautiful city.  It’s no wonder so many TV shows and movies are made there.  As we took the tour bus we could see signs all throughout the city advising us of filming in process and streets closed.  The people were nice and weren’t really aware of the con going on.  The feeling was small town and a bit pricey, but no surprise considering we were in another country.  But if you like seafood, this is the place.  The worst thing that happened was Sprint has no towers in Vancouver, so I was incommunicado. No phone, no facebook, not even email. But, every time I turned around there was some eye candy in view.  Okay, a bit mature, but eyecandy none the less.

I actually spent a whole 5 days in country, with 2 days of travel.  Apparently no Airlines go directly from San Antonio to Vancouver.  But Delta was very accommodating to a old gal with a cane.  But when I came home I dropped like a rock.  All my physicalities came back to roost.  I never would have survived a Big Flashy Con.  So I lay around the house for a few(?) days recovering and catching up.

Oh, and I don’t know what to blame it on but maybe it was the Sprint thing, but my Chrome browser here at home ceased to function.  So, I had to install Firefox.  My passwords were long gone and forgotten.  My list of passwords obviously had not made it through my husband’s cleaning frenzy a while back so no joy there.  Chrome had saved them all, but FF was clueless.  So I spent the next week reloading new pass words.  Sigh.

But I am back, mostly healed and rejuvenated, and working on my sequel again.  Faithfully filling the box with sand to be gently emptied out.