Amber Night

Hey, I’m on vacation all week, so nothing new this week.  Have fun!

Advice from someone whose been there: Even (especially?) when you live in so-called “sunny” California, it’s a good idea to leave your windows rolled up at night.  Even when there’s nothing worth taking from the inside of your car, and it would be easier to replace the factory radio than to replace the factory window…even [...]

My dad loves that song. Growing up, when I was at my unhappiest he’d say “cheer up punkin. This time next year we’ll all be drinkin’ free Bubble Up and eatin’ rainbow stew.”
The guy in the computer section of my local Borders is an odd fellow. He has cornered another customer and [...]

Writers block is a bitch. I would describe to you in graphic detail all of the qualities and personality traits of this particular demon goddess bitch, but…hello? Writers block! Sheesh.
Sweet jeebus, I’m sitting here trying to write a simple paragraph or two about my weekly romp through Middle Earth, and I [...]

Scene: The local Subway. The eatery, not the ridery.
Weird things happen here in my little hamlet on the coast. We don’t have our own Slayer or even, as far as I know, a Watcher, but then Vampires tend to be less of a problem than the ever pervasive BMW and Lexus drivers [...]

The average attention span of a person who reads this blog has been scientifically calculated to be…OH MY GOD I saw Dan In Real Life this weekend. It’s a crier, so bring tissue. It would have been a great Bob Saget vehicle, but nooooo, Mr. “I’m a filthy mouthed comedian” decided he’d [...]

From: J.D.
To: Amber Night
Subject: Can you insult my roommate?
Hi Amber,
My roommate is a fucking slob. His name is Kris and he plays wow all the time and even when he is supposed to be in class. He plays Hoard. He barely pays for his half of the rent because his mom sends [...]

One of my little side hobbies is writing—or trying to write—screenplays. I have about 3 printer paper boxes1 full of stuff in varying degrees of finished, which is to say unfinished, states. The script for Kind of a Big Deal, for example, was a squishing and re-shaping of about 5 different of [...]

Today I was flying through San Jose, and saw the saddest thing. It was one of those mylar heart-shaped balloons that say “I Love You” or something like that, and a bouquet of roses. That’s not the sad part, jaded as I may be towards things heart-shaped and flowery. The sad thing [...]

Never wear a black blouse if you know they’ll have powdered donuts at the morning meeting.  I live, you learn.