And The Award Goes To...

The Impalers and I would like to congratulate Erin on her RITA nomination in Best Contemporary Single-Title Romance for her book Heiress For Hire.

The winner will be announced this July at the National Romance Writers of America conference in Dallas.

The boys and I are rooting for you!

Congrats, Erin!

:)

Kathy and The Impalers

Free Stuff

Hey, I just wanted to let you know that our pals, Erin and Kathy, are running a pretty cool contest over at The Midnight Hour blog. Which by the way, if you haven't check out this Midnight Hour site--it's pretty darn cool. Lots of chat about spooky stuff.

Right up our alley.

Anyway, Kathy and Erin are running a contest where you can win their autographed books. If you answer triva about us. Now that's always fun.

So go check it out.

Cheers,

Ren

Curses

So. Curses.

Do any of you believe in them?

I mean, maybe not something as clichéd as the "evil eye." Although, who's a vampire to make fun of something like an evil eye. But do you think curses happen to ordinary people--not just the dentally cursed or the phases of the moon cursed? (Which reminds me, ask me to post about the hot little werewolf chick I met last week. She had great hair...that's a joke. But it is good story.)

Anyway, back to my regularly scheduled question. Do you think that curses happen to the average Joe? Do you think people are born cursed? Let's face it, we all know that dude who just seems to have bad luck. All the time.

I'm cursed. But that's something I brought upon myself. Well, sort of. Having a really dysfunctional family didn't help the situation. But I think some people are cursed for much lesser reasons than I am.

What's your thoughts?

And are any of you cursed?

(Cuz you know that misery loves company.)

Cheers,

Ren

(I'm the one in the good shirt, in case you didn't know.)

Least Favorite Things

It seems like everything is getting on my nerves lately. Not a good thing for a vampire, since I have an eternity to be irritated. And the thing is, I like to think I’m an easy-going, upbeat guy. I like my job, for the most part. Like my friends, like my bandmates. But don’t you just have those things, or people, or nights, where you just want to throw something because everything is so freakin’ annoying?

What irritates me, in no particular order:

Men jumping up on stage while the band is playing- Women on stage is good, but men? Come on. It’s weird, dude.

Bad drivers- I hate getting cut off, getting slowed down in the fast lane by a Sunday driver, or the opposite- being tailed by someone two inches off my bumper when I’m already going eighty.
Spam email- Does anyone really buy the Viagra alternative from a spam email? If you actually do though, please don’t tell me about it.

Britany Spears media coverage- So she’s bald and in rehab, enough already.

Childproof lighters- Here’s an idea… just don’t let your kid play with a lighter.

Sloppy drunks- I’m all for having a good time, but don’t spill your drink on my guitar. I’m serious.

Cell phone addicts- You are not so important that you need to be available 24/7. And it’s rude to ignore the person you’re with to talk on the phone to the person you’re not with. Especially if we’re on a date and the caller is the ex-boyfriend/husband. That doesn’t make me happy.

Forgetting to pay the rent- one lousy day late and the fee is fifty bucks.

One uppers- No, not drugs. I mean those people who no matter what you say, do, or own, they've done it better, got it cheaper, or paid more to own the best.

So what gets on your nerves?

Drake

Favorite Things

So I’ve been thinking about moving. Or going on the road for awhile, getting away from the same old, same old.

Then I realized that I’m way more attached to my stuff than I used to be. When I was younger I used to get pack up my guitar, twenty bucks, and hit the road with my thumb in the air to catch a ride. Doesn’t sound all that fun to me now because I need my stuff.

I’d have a hard time living without:
The Internet- man, what did vampires ever do without it? Email, downloading songs, Myspace… I can spend hours online.

Computer- obvious, I guess, given the Internet comment above, but I could get access to the Internet at public places. But I want my own computer with all my games and music software.

My guitar- okay, that hasn’t changed much in forty years.

Cell phone- None of these “reading minds” vampire crap for me. Just call my cell.

Lava lamp- Even with kick ass technology, nothing’s ever going to be groovier than a lava lamp.

Picture of Jenny- She was my mortal girlfriend back in the day. She’s a real estate agent and a grandmother now in St. Louis.

The rest I guess I could take or leave, but I do really like my ACDC t-shirt, my DVD collection, and my Saints jersey. It wouldn’t make me happy to lose any of those.

What can’t you all live without?

Dave

The Quiet Impaler

I guess that's how the other guys would label me. I am the quiet one. Seems to me that when you open your mouth too much, you just create a heap of trouble. I learned that lesson the hard way. After all, it was my own big mouth and cocky attitude that got me where I am today.

So I've learned over my many, many years to just sit back and let others talk themselves in and out of messes and around in circles. It's safer to sit quietly in the background. Don't get me wrong--I will speak my piece when it's necessary, but otherwise, I just sit and watch. You learn a hell of a lot more by listening.

That's something I wish I'd know back when I was alive. Things would have gone much differently if I'd had the sense to pay attention rather than charge in. I could have protected those I'd sworn to protect. I could have done my job...

Ah, hell, see where rambling on gets you? Right back to saying too much.

Yeah, I'm the quiet one. It's the safest way to be. I mean don't you wish there were times when you could have just shut your mouth? Don't you wish there were things you'd never said?

Days Off

Not having to go to work is usually a good thing, right? I mean, we all wait for our days off, count down to them, think they disappear too fast, and drag our asses back in when the work week starts up again.

But lately, I haven’t been looking forward to those free days because it seems like I don’t have anything to do but sleep. And I’ve got how many days off ahead of me? An eternity worth. Being a vampire is a forever gig and I’m bored already. At least when I’m playing in the band I’m killing time, hanging with the guys, watching people, doing something. Not to mention I need the cash. Not every vampire is independently wealthy with no freakin’ explanation for how he got that way. I don’t need to pay for food, but I do like a roof over my head and a new t-shirt every now and then.

Maybe I need a hobby since I’m about to OD on cartoons and decorating shows. Or a girlfriend. But the last time I went there it didn’t end all that great considering she almost decapitated me. Literally. That doesn’t say good things about my taste in women and I’m not exactly ready to dive back in with the sharks in skirts.

So if you had about a thousand years of life ahead of you and a skinny bank account, what would you want to do on your days off?

Dave, bored on Bourbon