When Nirvana Turns: Smells Like Old Applebee's
When Nirvana Turns: Smells Like Old Applebee's
The end of the World has been heralded and bandied about for months now, mostly amongst hyper-religious fundamentals, the superstitious and the odd (I do mean odd.) guest on late-night radio's Coast-to-Coast with George Noory: May 21st, they say. I figure if it does happen, I'm truly fine with it because in my mind, it already happened at an undisclosed Applebee's somewhere in Southern California. It happened before I knew what hit me; the good thing is I was very, very okay with it and pleased with where I was ... spiritually, if not gastronomically.
Meet the Characters George Washington Braddock and the Western Frontier
As of late, yours truly has been greatly distracted and engaged by the likes of my dear pal Miss Hannah Hart, ghostdame of the Hotel Del (her latest piece being a gracious and geeky ode to Charles Dickens, Mark Twain and Leonard Nimoy on the former's 200th birthday); my Darlings of Orange County and it's forthwith release; the launch of my website JennyPop.com and the great fun of being @JennyPopCom.
In those spare moments when I'm not Tweeting, blogging, editing, primping, ghosting and pirating, I have been dutifully and diligently researching, developing and gathering facts, dates, details and tidbits like a perky squirrel gathering perfect branches and bits of shiny, gold string for her new nest. Sans doute, this next installment of Savannah of Williamsburg is proving the most difficult yet of all past titles.