Suddenly Drawn to Slasher Flicks & Loving It

Lately for some reason I've become attached to slasher flicks. You know those films where all the bad acting, big-breasted blondes and buffed college male cuties get hacked, hammered or sawed by some mask-wearing tyrant? I used to just make fun of these movies. Of course being a child of the eighties I've seen all the Friday the 13th films more times than I can count. But lately I have been watching the new brand of slasher films and even though they're predictable and pitiful to boot, I find myself wanting to watch them. I finally think I know why.

I am sick and tired of Hollywood throwing out these lame movies. The film industry hasn't been decent since the late 90's and at this rate going to the movies will be obsolete and all the films will debut on DVD. Check the box office tallies you guys. Now a day a film doesn't even stay in the theater two months. No one's paying such a high admission price for crap and I can't blame them. I think I suddenly watch the slasher films now because I don't have to think when I watch them. I don't have to worry about being disappointed because I already know what to expect. I know the acting is going to be laughable. I know the dialogue will suck like a straw. I know the actors will be no-names that work nights at Kmart, and I know that masked killer isn't going to do anything but stomp and grunt for two hours.

I also know that two so-called teens (that are actually forty in real life) will be killed while having sex in a trailer. I know the first victim will probably be the funny-looking black dude who the movie only included as a punch line. The fat dude who plays all the jokes on everyone will be hanged in a closest. The redhead will be groped and hacked with a machete. The blonde's boyfriend, Greg (who's really thirty passing for eighteen) will be stupid enough to try and fight the killer only to end up lying in the middle of the floor, gripping his bleeding head. And the end…ah the end will leave us watching that screeching collegian-lipped blonde with the forty triple D bust battle the Jason wannabe all by herself, if she can stop screaming and falling down in the woods long enough. Ha…

But naming all the faults of slasher films doesn't make sense right? Because no matter how pathetic they are most of us will watch them. They're still interesting and sadly, better than a lot of movies being put out today. As for the acting, come on horror flicks are like adult films. Does anyone really watch these things for the acting? I don't think so. Horror flicks and porn have a lot in common. You're bound to see at least one buck-naked lady with implants struggling to act in both of them. It's funny how your interests can change with the things you used to like compared to things you never thought about. But these days I like these cheesy horror flicks more and more.

In fact I'm going to get me some horror DVD's today. After all, it's Friday.

By the way just saw this movie on DVD a couple of weeks ago called Shredder about this killer terrorizing people at a ski resort. It was supposed to be a horror so I can't figure out why I laughed and cried during the entire thing. Oh yeah, now I remember. I laughed because of the acting and I cried because I'd spent seven dollars on the damn DVD in the first place.
What a life huh? Thank goodness for the Scary Movie films or the real horror flicks wouldn't stand a chance of being taken seriously.

The photo is of Drew Barrymore in that famous scene from the movie Scream. I guess they thought it would be something different to have Drew do a cameo and be killed in the beginning. In my opinion they should have killed off Neve Campbell and kept Drew. And how many films has this chick made anyway? Seems like every time I turn around Drew Barrymore is in my face. Oh, the horror!

Message to Peta: Stop Picking on J.Lo & Get a Life!

Goodness gracious you'd think Peta (the animal organization) would have something better to do. Look, this entire nation is in a time of crisis! There have been killer hurricanes that's left thousands homeless and America in limbo by exposing the government's and the nation's insensitive policies and beliefs.

AMERICA WILL NEVER BE THE SAME

We are still in a war that will probably lead to, as much devastation as the Vietnam War did yet all the Peta organization can do is stalk Jennifer Lopez because she wears fur? I don't believe in necessarily killing animals for luxury items but who the hell cares what Jennifer Lopez wears? You'd think that with all the terrible things going on in the world Peta would use their power to help others rather than target a singer. No one else seems to give a damn what Jennifer is wearing so why should they? Why don't they go after the companies that make these clothes if they care so much about animals being butchered? But please! I mean out of all the things to do right now, this is what they come up with? Let the woman wear what she wants! Peta should be ashamed. I think they are going after Jennifer Lopez because of her race, plain and simple. Why? Because they don't hound the white stars half as much as they do the minority stars. And they sure as hell don't ever target men when they step onto the red carpet in wall to wall leather. Oh, so cows don't get rights too?

Instead of continuously going after people for the clothes they wear Peta could give money to help out with charities or take some time to focus on this war. I mean they can devote their time to Jennifer Lopez's wardrobe yet can't get their a—es up to target Bush, a man who has destroyed more lives than any president we've ever had. Why don't they spend their time going to the media about this war and how it's torn America apart now and forever? That's not important, but what J.Lo wears is? Please!

Come on the world needs to get their priorities straight and while that's happening, so does Peta. Get a life and leave Jennifer Lopez alone! I will forever support Jennifer! I'm a J.Lo fan for life until I DIE! You'd best believe that.
Jennifer, do your thing, baby!

And Peta…consiga una vida! Bootsy's Spoken.

The photo is Jennifer from her Rebirth album.

Mentally Whipping Your Man (This Post is Long But You'll ENJOY it!)

This is a fun blog passage, folks! Some things popped into my head and I wanted to share my thoughts. I have compiled a humorous list on how to play mind tricks with your man in order to get what you want which is to…control him. No, just kidding but this is a funny list so just check it out!

The " Shirt " Fiasco

Men don't realize this but women love to do this. It is nothing funnier or more gratifying than to see your man walk out when he's getting ready to take you out, straightening his clothes confidently. Now he's looking good, I mean GOOD. And he knew it before he walked out there. But some little evil component in a woman's mind just makes us want to mess with him a little bit. Why? Because women are, well we're just evil. Haven't you figured that out yet? We love nothing more than to see how far we can trick our man. So he comes out straightening his tie and we know he's looking FINE. So he goes " How do I look? " And our mouths want to say, " Baby let's skip dinner and the movie and get to the freaking! " But the little evil component in our mind makes us say, " You going to wear that? " Ha! It works every time. I don't care who the man is. Oh boy you say that to a guy and he will spend the rest of the night trying to find out what's wrong with that shirt! " What's wrong with this, baby? No seriously, what's wrong with the shirt? " You go, " Oh honey I was just playing with you. " He goes, " No, come on what's wrong with the shirt? " Then he runs back into the bedroom trying to discover the problem. Ha! There is nothing more entertaining than making your man crazy by playing with his head. Hey we have to get our kicks somewhere right?

Making Him Think He Did or Said What He Didn't

Oh this is the killer! Most women can twist words like a slinky! Goodness we have an art to manipulating you, fellows. Okay this is the situation when we know you didn't ACTUALLY say you'd buy us that sweater, purse or shoes but we are doing our best to play with your mind until you can't remember if you're going or coming. We also like to make you think you did something wrong when actually we did it. He goes, " Baby I didn't eat the last of the vanilla ice cream. " You go, " Yes you did. Remember you came in the other day complaining you were hungry and I told you dinner would be ready in a minute but you had to eat then? Anyway you said you'd buy it so…" He squints. " Baby I didn't eat the last of the ice cream. " He glances around, confused. " I know I didn't. "

Example 2:

He enters the bedroom. You abruptly stop from clipping your coupons. " Baby? " He announces, " Where did this four hundred dollar bill on my charge card come from? " " Huh? " You do your best to play dumb. " Oh uh…you remember honey you told me to charge that designer sweater. " " What sweater? " He stares at the credit card bill. " You know. The sweater I told you I wanted a few months ago. Remember you said go on and charge it so I… " He hits his head. " Wait, wait, wait. Now hold up. I know I didn't say charge no four hundred-dollar sweater. " He stares, dumbfounded. " Yes you did! " You laugh. " Remember I was going out with Annie and you were still sleeping so I tapped your shoulder and said I was going shopping. I asked you if I could get the sweater and you said yes. " You stare, nearly busting a gut from trying not to laugh. " Uh-uh. " He turns around. " Wait, I didn't tell you to charge no sweater! " " Honey, you're yelling at me. You're hurting my feelings. " " Sorry baby but, I mean if I told you to charge it I would remember. " " Are you calling me a liar? " You start sniffling as if you're really going to cry when in actuality you're laughing inside. " No honey I…" He stares at the bill. " I guess I forgot then. " He leaves the room, shrugging. Ha!

Dressing Him

When you are at the point where you are shopping for your man and dressing him, girl you have gotten that power. The more you shop for a man, the less he trusts his own senses. First, search his closest. If he's a pretty good dresser than you may still suggest a few changes. But if he's okay then leave his clothes alone. But if you're with one of those men who happen to be cute and fine but dresses like a professional golfer then it's time to make some adjustments. Throw out everything hideous in his closest. Throw out those knickerbockers, corduroy, torn jumpsuits, and anything else that suggests he hasn't really shopped for clothes since the eighties. In other words, throw out everything he's got that you KNOW you don't want him wearing around you. Take his behind to a nice men's shop. NO T THE MALL! You need to go somewhere with a tailor. Get him measured and get him some decent clothes. Then take him to the athletics shop to get him some good casual wear. And remember to make sure he knows he's paying.

" Stop. " He starts acting a fool when you hold up clothes to his chest. Don't worry ladies. He's not used to that fine material. He might fuss a little bit when he realizes you're dressing him like his momma used to but believe me he'll appreciate it. Why? Women have excellent taste so if a woman is dressing him, he's going to look good. This feeds into men's egos, ladies. How? Because OTHER women will start looking at your man. Oh yeah. You've cleaned him up and fixed him up now other women want him. " Baby what's wrong? " He runs after you when you guys leave the store. You stick your nose in the air. " I saw you winking at those women. " You pretend you're upset but actually you're not. You're just reeling him in. Men still don't know this. " No I just held the door for them. Baby why are you tripping? You know you're the only one for me. " You sniffle, once again pretending you're really hurt. " But I just feel neglected when you look at other women. It makes me feel like I'm not good enough. " He holds you. " Oh sweetie. " He looks across the street. " Look Nordstrom's is across the street. Hey I'll buy you something nice to cheer you up, baby. " He kisses your cheek. " All right? " He asks. He holds the door for you to get in the car. You bust out laughing. Once again, the perfect trick has been administered. Not only did you force him to change his entire wardrobe to suit your tastes but you're getting some jewelry or a new outfit out of it too. Ha, ha, ha! Evil knows as evil does!

Drag Him to Destruction With Begging and Pleading Until He's Hooked

Now everyone knows there is one place on earth a woman can definitely control her man and that's in the bedroom. Oh yes, we hold that power. But before you get there, you need him hungry for all you can provide throughout the relationship. Don't share the " goodies " until he's so hooked he can't see straight. That's right. Girl you give it up on the first date then what? You dummy! You've given up all your power. You need to stretch out that teasing. Make him beg for more. Yeah, they say they'll leave if you don't give them some but believe me no one else is so they ain't going nowhere. And if he wanted a cheap hoochie he wouldn't be in a relationship with you right, right? Ladies sex is the biggest control you have over your man. Use it wisely. Make him want you to the point where he grovels.

a) NOT the Right Time to Have Sex

He brings you home after your third date. " Can I come inside? " He asks. You wonder, did he mean you or the house? You want him like a monkey wants a banana. So you give him all your goods in one night. Oh you put a hurt on him, girl! He was to' up from the flo' up when you got through! You worked him over so good Dr. Ruth asks YOU for pointers. So the next morning when he hobbles out of bed, you call your friend. " Oh yeah I wore him out, girl! " And you expect her to say, " You go, girl! " But she really goes, " You idiot! You should have made him beg for that loving and now you don't have nothing else to fall back on! " So you end up feeling and LOOKING like a fool. Oh you may have worn him out in the bedroom, but he won the round for the long run.

b) The RIGHT Time to Have Sex:
AAARG! You hold on for dear life as he pulls the car over BEFORE you guys get back home after three months of dating. " Oh baby I got to have you now! " He's sweating, huffing and puffing. His eyes are red. His fingers are shaking. His little friend is…well…you know what his friend's doing right about now. THIS IS THE TIME!

Now I'm not saying in the car but this is the night you need to give it up. Why? Because his mind is weak. He wants the antidote only the medicine between your thighs can provide. So he's yours. He's fallen for it hook line and sinker. You take him home and run him like a marathon. Then when he stands from that crumbled heap on the floor. You sit on your knees in the bed, buck naked, staring him in the face. Then you say, " Now go in the kitchen and make me something to eat, fool! " He's so strung out from that good loving you threw at him he makes a bee line out the bedroom before you blink. Now you lay down on those soft, silk sheets. You stare at the red lighting around the room. Listening to the soothing, sexy voice of Joe's CD and say…" Now I got him. " And it feels good because good loving is only the beginning. But from that point on, he's yours mind, body and soul.

Trust me. Play with the men. It works.

The photo is of R&B vocalist Joe. Put on a Joe CD and it's on!

Sometimes Altering Life's Plans is the Best Solution

I'm doing fine today. I've been resting and I feel optimistic towards the agent search now. I decided it makes no sense to keep expecting things to turn out wrong before they do. I spent my entire life doing that. I should be very proud. My professional life is going great so far. Being a best selling author is really hard to get used to. It's not like I think of myself that way. I am of course proud but I am more interested in satisfying myself and living the life I want other than just the labels. But you need the labels in this business. It's how writers are identified.

I've had to change some things. I will (hopefully) start my next contest in October probably close to Halloween. Instead of doing a photo shoot I may just take a couple of photos. I don't think I have the time and I'm not prepared to do a big shoot right now. I will have to do that later on. Things just sneaked up on me because September is going so fast and I had all these things planned but other things popped up and I had to take care of them so...

Actually, I am excited about the agent search now. Before I was published I dread it. But I see a very big difference in how published authors are treated compared to unpublished when it comes to agents so that's good. I need to be positive because being negative isn't going to do any good. I'm just happy the people I love are all healthy and that I am able to live out my dreams. I wish all of you out there well. I'll pop in again soon. I know this blog wasn't about anything important but sometimes you need to jot down your thoughts. Hopefully you all find my opinions and outlook on things interesting. I try to make them be.

The photo is the movie poster of 2000's Charlie's Angels. I didn't really like this movie. It was boring overall. The fight sequences were good but that got tiresome after The Matrix and all the other films used the " floating in the air " thing to death. The acting in this movie is laughable. The dialogue sucked but if you like pretty women who can kick ass…it's for you.

This film is about women empowerment and because of that I appreciate it enough. I just kept wondering why they couldn't have a black one. I mean, you got Lucy Liu? Couldn't you have had a black or Hispanic one too? I think Queen Latifah would have been hot as an angel don't you? At least she'd be tough. Jennifer Lopez would have been good in it too. Hey if you can make Bernie Mac Bosley in the sequel can't you add a fourth, black angel?

But I hope this doesn’t give anyone ideas. Please no more sequels! That's what's wrong with the box office now.

Bye!

Bootsy's Breaking News

Hello All,

Yes Bootsy is back at least for a moment. I haven't been here because as you know from my last post I was just tired of things. I've been resting. Now I've found out I have time to work on a lot of other things. I try to blog when I have something inspirational, comical or at least witty to say. Some people blog just to talk about nothing. That's fine and dandy but I'm too busy to blog about just anything in general so I try to make it something that needs to be said. I'm blogging this Saturday to let you know a few things. If I don't update as much as I usually do in the near future, once you read this passage, you'll see why.

I got a call from my publisher Thursday. Turns out he's granted me more time to do the Jessica Simpson thing. The company is moving in a deeper direction with their biographies so he wants a bigger book and as much information as I can give. So that means even more research but I am not complaining. Writing is my job right? So the good part of this is that I have more time to rest and not have to worry about trying to get that book in right now.

I've recently started another novel and so I have a chance to work on that now.

He also informed me that he was hoping to embark on printing fiction but since they're not really a fiction company he's allowed me to search out publishers for that. I guess this is good news though I am disappointed. It's not that I don't have faith in myself. You have to believe in yourself or else who will right? But I just don't want to go through that agent/publisher search thing all over again. People swear it's going to be easy since I have a name in the industry now but will an agent or fiction publisher I get want my work because of its content or only because I have a name? Things that make me go hmm. An author pal in one of the writer's groups I no longer associate with, said that when he first came he couldn't get an agent to give him the time of day. Of course all authors have been down that route right? Now, since he's published and has made it on the Essence Best Seller list numerous times, they come to him. Including one lady who rejected his work before. He didn't go with her company but he said it wasn't out of spite just out of common sense. He said, " If she didn't believe in me then, why believe in me now? " Excellent point. I am anti-agent. I'm sorry but the way some of them treat writers is ridiculous. But now, I realize it will be good to acquire one. I won't have to do all the work myself. They can handle things for me and that will allow me to focus on the books. Believe me, it's getting tough to juggle writing with the business side of everything. And hell maybe then I can get a personal life. And a man! I like being single but at times I do get lonely for some companionship from the opposite sex. Being a career woman is a bitch at times. Hey I love being independent but at times…I want someone (a guy) to hang out with too.

Bootsy is going back on her word and will soon search for an agent. Any of you author pals reading this, if you have a good agent and feel they would be interested, let me know. In the mean time I will search through the usual channels.

Okay uh, what else…ah " Divas of the New Millennium ". Well, some of you already know from my interviews that the book was compiled after I wrote the separate bios of Jennifer Lopez, Ashanti and Mya. Natasha Lowery wrote the Alicia Keys biography. I thought our books would still be released separately but my publisher said they felt it was best to just have this compilation. He said that due to the failures of Alicia Keys' autobiography and Ashanti's poetry book he didn't feel the books would sell well separately. Well " Divas " is very successful so at least that's something. It gives me a platform for my fiction, which is all I care about.
Let me see, what else?

Guess that's it for now. I'll keep you all in touch. My plate is fuller than an obese man's at an all you can eat restaurant. Ha, okay maybe that was corny but…have a good weekend!

With love,
Bootsy

P.S. If you haven't gotten " Divas of the New Millennium " yet, you’re left behind in the crowd and you ought to be ashamed! Go get it today!

The photo is of the very talented and gorgeous actor who I deeply admire Larenz Tate, scanned by me. I've seen tons of his work and he impresses me each time.

Get Back to Being " Myself "

Since I was nineteen I've thrust myself into my writing. I love writing more than anything but right now I am sick of thinking about " Divas of the New Millennium ". I am proud that the book is doing well but I can't seem to find who I am again. It's different with my fiction books because they don't seem to steal my identity. This book, " Divas " seems to be everywhere I turn and I never thought I'd get so exhausted about it. Like I said, I am glad it's doing so well but I need to focus on something else for a while. I'm human. I want to remember who I was.

I want to get back to being Stacy and not just the author. I need to tap into the person I used to be. I've lost that and it scares me. It's weird to put everything into something then turn around and feel like you've lost your identity. So I will take some time to pay more attention to myself.
My agenda will be to get back to my photography. As you all know I am a landscape photographer. I haven't taken any pictures in a while. I plan to get started again. Photography relaxes me because it's good to take on a subject and not be the center of attention for once. I never thought I'd say that. I always felt ignored in life now I want to break away from everything. I also have a photo shoot coming up. I mentioned it before I think.

I am happy about that. I've just been so tired that I hope I can get my mind frame together in order for it to be successful. I will continue reading the latest novel I am currently enjoying. In other words I am going to stop putting so much pressure on myself and take a little time to get back to knowing me. Not Stacy the writer, but the girl I was before. I don't have anything in my life besides writing and that scares me. I need to redefine my life.

I am happy for my accomplishments. I work hard at everything I do and expect to have things get even better. But I have to be honest with myself and pay more attention to myself. Not just the person I want to be.

These pictures are from my landscape collection, taken by me of course. Pretty good huh? I got a good eye wouldn't you say? I took these last summer, 2004. Houston's beautiful isn't it?
To see more of my work go to my site http://www.stacy-deanne.net and check out my Biography Page.

Ode to Luther Vandross

I just wanted to take a moment to speak about someone we all should have been glad to have the pleasure of knowing. Luther Vandross was not only an inspiration but brought something to love songs that could never be replaced. Though Vandross is the world's biggest male vocalist in the world, (I say, " is " because his death will never change that) he's had his song failures and let downs like other artists. Luther Vandross has become the most treasured male vocalist in history. What's so amazing is because it's not just because of his voice. But we all know the man could blow.

The secret about Luther was his presence. The emotion he displayed when he sang a song. The emotion people took when they heard a Luther song. I don't care if you are male or female, Luther's songs made you cry, rejoice, laugh, dance and sing along. Already, he is terribly missed. There will never be another Luther. I am sure there will never be a male singer to come close.
Even legends like Marvin Gaye, Teddy Pendergrass and Freddy Jackson couldn't touch what Luther provided. Luther became an essence. Whenever someone spoke his name it was like a cloud of church bells. The man's aura leapt out at you from the simple glance of his album covers. It was the soul in his music, that deep outright, demanding soul that made Luther's music touch you like no one could.

His fans ranged from kids to the elderly. His fans were from all backgrounds and countries.
Though I was a child during Luther's biggest era, the 80's and 90's, I still enjoyed his music. I still lusted for the " power of love " he promoted through his songs. He is also the only singer that I've never heard a complaint about. Isn't that amazing? Some people may not listen to Luther's music, but you never hear anyone saying they didn't like him or that he couldn't sing. That's a feat all in itself. Even a genius like Michael Jackson has received his share of complaints.

So, I wanted to jog people's minds for a moment. Luther is one entertainer we'll miss for a lifetime. We say that about a lot of them but it's true with Luther. He was the leader of everything pure and soulful about R&B for the past two decades. A crowd of imitators have come and gone but Luther's success continues to grow even now. His music will live on. The memories will carry us through. Only this time when we cry while hearing a Luther song, we'll cry tears of sadness this time around. But wouldn't it be wonderful if one day we could listen to Luther and once again cry tears of joy?

Okay, now that's enough sad stuff on this blog! I'm no longer posting anything to do with the Katrina Aftermath or anything else that's depressing me. Blogs are supposed to be fun and relaxing. The last few days blogging hasn't been for me so I promise to get back to some fun and happiness. But I had to pay my respects to Luther first.

Doing Wrong Should Not Be Acceptable Under Any Circumstances

Crimes should never be acceptable in any situation. But in some situations it should be necessary to decide which should be considered a crime and which shouldn't be. I am shocked to see a few people who are sticking up for the criminals who took advantage of the Katrina tragedy. I'm not talking about people who took necessities or anything like that. If you stole food, fine. Anyone would expect that. You need food, clothes and hygienic products to survive. I don't fault anyone for taking anything they needed. What I cannot, in my heart condone is someone stealing and hurting people just because they found the opportunity.

I came across a blog, can't find it anymore where the person took up for the looting. They said it was understandable and people should consider themselves in others' shoes. But they weren't talking about people who took food for their families or clothes, this person had the audacity to take up for people who took television sets, guns, jewelry and everything else. Now here is my say on the matter…

You want to take up for people who took things they didn't need? You think that's fine? You think us who believe it's wrong should put ourselves in their shoes? Okay, put yourself in the shoes of these people I am about to introduce:

Put yourself in the shoes of…
A struggling family in New Orleans with young kids who only had their home and animals yet you broke into THEIR home to take the little things that weren't damaged by the storm.

Put yourself in the shoes of…
The man or woman who was innocently trying to gather the things they could to evacuate, yet you came up behind them, held a gun, beat them and took what little items they had to survive with.

Put yourself in the shoes of…
The people, who lost their homes but had to sleep on the streets when you forced them to building corners, robbed them, raped them and killed them.

Put yourself in the shoes of…
The people who's homes you broke into and stole their family heirlooms, pieces of their history and destroyed their property all because you're a hateful human being.

Put yourself in the shoes of…
The store/shop owner who's worked their entire lives to own their own business only to have you and your friends come along and vandalize, steal and take their last bit of livelihood just because you could take advantage of the situation. Now they can't feed their families and have lost their jobs and their homes.

Put yourself in the shoes of…
The people whose homes you just had no right to go into. Just doing things to show how tough you think you are.

Put yourself in the shoes of the people…
Who stayed stranded on rooftops, streets, buildings and cars because you held guns on the people dropping supplies, so the stranded had to sit around for days starving because you were too hateful to care that you were taking the last chance any of these people had.

Put yourself in the shoes of…
The women and children you raped and killed at the Superdome, just because you didn't have anything better to do.

Put yourself in the shoes of…
The people who you frightened so much at the Superdome that they were too afraid to even raise their hands because you looked them in the eye with a knife, threatened them in hopes to get first dibs at anything that came someone's way. You were too selfish to recognize someone else's needs in order to feed your greed and madness.

Put yourself in the shoes of…
The people who couldn't get out of hospitals or couldn't get medical treatment because you turned over rescue boats and robbed the few people that came to save them. You shot at cops and stole medicine that others needed just so you could get high.

And last but not least.

Put yourself in the shoes of…
Everyone you ever wronged and truly see that you didn't have a reason or a right to do it. You just did it because you did. And I'm sure you could care less.

Whoever can take up for criminals, thugs, rapists, thieves and murderers have no business speaking on anything other than their own obvious hatred for man's right to be able to live through a time of tragedy without their own people doing them in.
If someone can take up for these so-called people, well I feel sorry for you. To me, it is no excuse. Why don't you talk to some of the victims these people have hurt before you go protesting on a criminal's behalf? It's a damn shame if you don't know why all of this is wrong. And for the record, no one said taking necessities was looting. Looting was labeled for fools who took advantage by stealing things they couldn't use and didn't need.

And for the record, millions of people are homeless and needy all over this country but something in their heart stops them from ever doing crime. Next time you take up for the bad why don’t you stop a few seconds to think about the good? And also, while you are asking us to put ourselves in the criminal's shoes, why don't you take a few moments to put yourself in the victim's?

Putting Words into Action:Yet Another Good Deed Accomplished

I am one person who puts my words into action this is how...

Anyone who knows me knows I love to do good deeds. I am always the first person lending a hand and seeing how I'm a public figure I try to go the extra mile. Just wanted to let everyone know that the big book donation Amber Communications Group Inc., (my publisher) is handling for the Louisiana visitors will be a success. First off I don't call them refugees. These people are from this country. Why would they be called refugees? I had the big job since I'm set up here in Houston. I was the one to contact the " Dome ". We don't say " Astrodome " in Houston. Houstonians say " dome ". Anyway, I had the biggest job. Yes I was Amber's top Houston dog. My job you ask? Was to contact people and throw my weight around to get things done! LOL! I was to see about the donation, and get the contacts of who to send the books to and who would be receiving the books for the folks. Well, I ran into a few snags but am confident I did a good job. At least my publisher said I did.

I got the call of duty on Friday. But I was already having a hectic day. I was very pissed off. Yes someone can piss off Bootsy too. I know I'm loveable but yes, people throw bullsh*t at me too. So I was very upset until I calmed down after talking to my mother. By then Tony Rose, my publisher rang me up. He told me of what he needed me to do. I was flattered. He trusted me with this. I was his top dog in Houston. I would do all I could. I wasn't going to let him down. And hey, it's for a great cause right? I already had plans to go out. I go out every Friday. I couldn't make the calls when I got home because I had a killer migraine. Yes, I've developed migraines from this Houston sun and stress. Being a writer is a very stressful life. I can't say enough how busy we always are. We're the first ones people call for almost anything. Also the headache was brought on by being so pissed off. Ooh Friday I was mad. I was very mad someone really ticked me off. I couldn't even look at a phone Friday night due to the migraine, let alone make any calls.

Now let's see…went out Saturday then came back home. Was going to call, got another migraine but the reason I didn't call then was because I couldn't find a number for the Dome. You see the Dome has been defunct for years. It's a landmark so I am happy as hell Houston didn't tear it down years ago when they wanted to. And I don't care for the Reliant Center at all. So there is no regular working number for the Dome and I was surprised that the paper or television hadn't provided one. And I've watched the coverage of the Katrina Aftermath religiously so I should know. So I ended up calling the city of Houston and talking to a very nice lady (didn't say who I was or the publisher just simply asked) who told us they weren't accepting outside donations. Yeah, you think that stopped us?

We got big time connections so my publisher immediately contacted his media contacts and within hours the donation process was set up. So yes the people will have brand new books, mine included, for their enjoyment. And yes another good deed accomplished. Now if I can only stop getting these migraines I'll be fine for the day. Talk to you guys later.

Oh and one more thing, anyone in Houston should know that you can't just visit the folks at the Dome. It's very strict security (Homeland Security) helicopters and everything. Not only is it not safe to just enter a place with so many people, it would be terribly difficult because many visitors are being turned away unless they are family members looking for the people inside. So my advice is to keep your donations going through the Red Cross. I wouldn't want someone to make a trip to Houston, thinking they can just go into the Astrodome because I learned that security is heavy and people are being turned away at the gate unless under other circumstances.
And the traffic is unbearable. It's always bad in Houston by the dome but due to recent circumstances it's hard as heck to get through. So keep your donations coming from a far just keep them coming if you can! Nothing is too small. Two thousand dollars or two dollars, it's all welcomed. It's the thought that counts.

Bye!