Book Update: Ted emailed me on Friday night, Thanksgiving weekend, to say he was reading it. Friday night!!! Thanksgiving weekend!!! Does it get any cooler than that? Those of you who have read my blog know the answer to that one. NO! He is the sensei of cool.

Okay, so it looks like last post's quotes were harder than I thought. Apparently most of you have lives, and don't breathe sci-fi movies. Crazy.

So here are the answers:

a. "Maybe you haven't been keeping up on current events but we just got our [butts] kicked, pal!"

ALIENS! Best sci-fi movie ever. When I was little, I wanted everyone to call me "Ripley". But just to clarify, when I say my book is about aliens, my aliens in no way resemble the ones in this movie!

b. "So, Lone Starr Now you see that evil will always triumph, because good is dumb." SPACEBALLS. May the schwartz be with you. And may it be bigger than everyone else's.

c. "There is no spoon."

MATRIX. Groundbreaking. Trend-setting. Mind-blowing. Followed by two very lame sequels.

d. "This is the captain, we have a lil' problem with our entry sequence, so we may experience some slight…turbulence, and then…explode."

This is the one that is kind of out there: SERENITY
Joss Whedon (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) created a short-lived television series, a "Space Western" called "Firefly". Only, nobody watched it. So it was cancelled. Then, after a surge in post-cancellation popularity, and a dedicated cult following, Mr. Whedon made a movie based on the series. Called "Serenity".

One of the main characters in my book is named "Malcolm" after the captain of Serenity.

I hope you all had a good Thanksgiving. We went to my husband's ranch, in the middle of nowhere- whoops, I meant the middle of central Utah.
We were joined by 84 brothers and sisters, and about 264 nieces and nephews. I'm not even exaggerating. I come from a family of two, so to me, it still seems like quite a lot of people. How do you cook for such a crew, you might ask? Aunt Emily's famous quiche (or is it quiches?) and lots and lots of meat.


My favorite part of the weekend is my room. Dozens of animals gave their lives to be immortalized on the walls of my room at the Muddy Creek lodge. I'm trying to emmulate Thoreau, and find the story in the quiet life around me. So here's the story I came up with.

This is the Bison. (Or is it the Buffalo?) Anyway, he has a hankering for some pheasant beef. So he sends his trusty number two, the....

Buck Horned... Buck. Or Elk. Which is the man deer? It doesn't matter. So the Buck-Elk-Deer spies two meaty looking pheasants, across the room (frollicking just above my bed) and he decides to give chase.

One pheasant starts scaling the wall, looking for an escape on the ceiling.

The other one just takes off running. Look at him go!

This spectator Buck-Elk-deer cranes his neck just to follow the exciting chase.

The Majestic Turkey watches the scene from his perch above my satellite television. (after generously donating his insides to my Thanksgiving dinner).

Ah, it is so reminiscent of that first Thanksgiving. The one with Squanto. With all the excitement in my room, sleep was next to impossible!

Granted my story is a little lacking in conflict, continuity, and undoubtedly a plot, but... where was I?

Maybe I should leave the nature stuff to Thoreau.

Please feel free to share your Thanksgiving stories. They are certainly more interesting than mine.

Have a good holiday weekend. And when you are out Christmas Shopping, remember that BOOKS make the best presents!