Saturday, April 30, 2011

W is for Water X is for Xavier Y is for Yellow Z is for ZOMBIES!

This is a true story. It all happened somewhere in yesterday...

So I've been slacking so here goes W through Z. W is for water. Water reminds me of my trip to Mexico because I pretty much never drank just water before I went there. It was always pop or juice or tea. When I went to Mexico, though, we pretty much only had water to drink and we really needed to drink a lot of it while we were working on the house. Dehydration can be dangerous.

X is for Xavier from X-Men. Professor Xavier is pretty damn awesome. I watched X-Men on TV when I was little and I was a little disappointed by the movies because they changed some of my favourite characters. Anyways, Xavier is one of the few people who was still awesome in the movies. It seriously helps that they cast Patrick Stewart (Captain Jean-Luc Picard) as him in the movies.

Y is for Yellow. When I was younger, I danced for about 11 years and one of those years, we wore this terribly ugly costume that was kind of salsa themed and Yellow. In case you didn't know, I look terrible in yellow. Like seriously, red heads are terrible in yellow. I hated it.

Z is for zombies! Okay, so shameless self promotion time!! I write another blog that's a chapter by chapter novel. It's about zombies and you should all read it and love it! :) Check it out here:

Anyways, assignment today is to read my story!! :)


Thursday, April 28, 2011

V is for Vera

This is a true story. It all happened somewhere in yesterday...

So for my V post, I must make another nod to Firefly. I know, I'm a nerd. Deal with it. Anyways, V is for Vera because that's the name of Jayne's favourite gun as well as my guitar. Yes, I own a guitar even though I don't REALLY know how to play it. I know a bit, but whatever.

How did I manage to get myself a guitar? Well, one Christmas, I'd been thinking about getting one because guitars are really pretty and I had been learning how to play a bit on my boyfriend's electric. I was getting pretty okay at it, but I really wanted my own acoustic. Then, we went into this shop down the road from us to admire the pretty acoustics. There was Vera- black, sleek and just calling my name. Of course, she was two hundred bucks and I knew there was no way I could afford her before someone else picked her up.

So I stood there, admiring this beautiful guitar while Stephen wandered around the rest of the shop looking at records and stuff. Then, in he walks and he pulls Vera down from the shelf and hands her to me and says, "It's yours". I just stared at him blankly for a minute or so, the guitar in my hands. Then he showed me the receipt and said "Merry Christmas".

For my birthday that year, he bought me a book of easy music to learn on the guitar. I learned how to play the mission impossible theme, which was a lot of fun. Anyways, now Vera is sitting in my closet and I'm sure I'll pull her out again sometime soon. And yes, she's named after the gun in Firefly, in case you didn't get that.

Assignment: play/listen to some music!


Wednesday, April 27, 2011

U is for Unforgettable

This is a true story. It all happened somewhere in yesterday...

So, I find many things in life unforgettable. This blog post, I'll just give you a list of things I'll never forget. Just to make it simple.

  1. The time Mathew crashed the white van into the ditch. (and it caught fire)
  2. The time Spencer ruined the end of Armageddon for Andrew.
  3. My first kiss <3
  4. The time Georgia threw up in the theatre at the end of Harry Potter 2 (and Andrew helping to clean it up)
  5. The funerals I've been to and the people they were for.
  6. Spencer and Kim's wedding.
  7. The Star Wars trilogy. The original one.
  8. My first drink of Fireball
  9. The first time someone told me I should be a writer (Ms. Foxgard)
  10. My first University A+
  11. Prom
  12. The cast of Oliver (and the experience of being a part of it as a whole)
  13. Singing All Star on the bus with Caitlin
  14. Autumn and Star
  15. The day at the lake with Stephen
  16. My murder mystery 
  17. Borto (and by extension AP Lit and AP US History)
  18. My friends in general
  19. Graduation 
  20. The Captives
Okay, so those are 20 unforgettable things. There are more but I don't want to keep going (otherwise there'll be 1000) Anyways, enjoy!

Assignment: think of your top 20 unforgettable things.


Saturday, April 23, 2011

T is for Terrible Taryn's Tentacle Thing

This is a true story. It all happened somewhere in yesterday...

So when I was in grade six, I was part of the crafts club. Dorky, right? Whatever, guys. It was fun and it let me spend all my lunch hours making crafts from around the world with my friends. Anyways, one of the crafts was this basket that we had to weave. It started as a round base, with some material hanging around it that we were supposed to be weaving.

Anyways, when I was making mine, I held it up and the material hung down the sides like these frightening tentacles. So, my friend Caitlin exclaimed "IT'S TERRIBLE TARYN'S TENTACLE THING!" and thus the tentacle thing was born. So, Caitlin (who is amazingly talented at writing, even if she denies it sometimes) wrote a series of poems based on this creature. I still have all of those poems in my desk at home, but I'm not willing to type them up to post here. So, if you know Caitlin, you should ask her to show them to you. They're brilliant. And star me! Oh, and the tentacle thing. But really, I'm better :).

Anyways, I remember grade six as a wonderful year and I really do miss it. All of the people I knew then are fantastic. I remember some of the stupid silly things we did fondly. Sometimes we thought we were badass, but we were just weird. Also, Caitlin and I started a film about that year but it's really hard to make a movie with a bunch of 13-year-olds. Seriously. Try it with no budget. Hard as shit.

So, that's today's post. Hope you all enjoyed it. Short but sweet. See you next time!

Assignment: Do a craft!


Friday, April 22, 2011

O is for Oxygen, P is for Potato, Q is for Quadratic Effect, R is for Rancor, S is for Spencer

This is a true story. It all happened somewhere in yesterday...

Hey everyone! So, due to my being on the mainland right now, this is the first opportunity that I've had to post. So, you get all of these posts together. Let's start with O. O is for oxygen because that's what they pump casinos full of in Vegas. I've never been to Vegas, but I have been to a casino and, for some strange reason, I always feel more awake in the casino than out of it. Coincidence? Probably not. Anyways, I went  to the casino with my dad, step-mom and brother. Here were the results:

1. Dad just lost money because he paid for us and then sat at the bar paying for drinks all night.

2. I lost 30 bucks of my dad's money.

3. My step-mom lost 40 bucks on the slot machines

4. My brother took 40 bucks and turned it into over 300. What a dick.

So next we move on to P is for Potato. Or Portal, if you will. I bought the Portal 2 pre-order and played it as soon as it came out. But, after playing for 3 hours, I realized I had forgotten to switch from my boyfriend's account to mine. So, I restarted the next day and completed the game in one sitting. Why potato though? Well, you'll just have to play the game to find out.

Q is for Quadratic Effect. This is kind of cheating because I've already blogged about this. For those of you who don't know, Quadratic Effect was the first set of books I ever wrote. Most enjoyable to write. And no, you can't read them. So terrible, they are.

R is for Rancor. From Star Wars, people! I remember that Star Wars was ruined for me when I was little because my brother told me about (SPOILER) Darth Vader being Luke's father. Seriously, when you've never seen the movie, it's really lame to have someone give that away to you. I was too young to have heard all the references to it before, but Mat just had to give it away. Stupid brother. Anyways, my point is, Rancors are scary shit and you should gtfo if you see one. Ever. Also see a psychiatrist because you'd be seeing something that doesn't actually exist...

S is for Spencer, my brother. I went to his Wedding last summer (it was fabulous) in Spirit River, Alberta. For those of you who don't know, Spirit River is a really tiny town. Like really small. Seriously, go look at a map. Anyways, Spencer was so cute in his little tux and everything and his wife looked like a princess. They're such a great couple. Really adorable. Also, Spencer reads my blogs and has been hassling me to update my other one. Don't worry Spanky; it'll happen. That's right. I called you Spanky. On the internet. What're you gonna do about it? :P

Anyways, that's my post. Enjoy. Assignment for today is to watch Star Wars. The good movies. The originals.


Sunday, April 17, 2011

N is for Nevermore

This is a true story. It all happened somewhere in yesterday...

So during middle and high school, I really enjoyed Edgar Allen Poe. I still enjoy his work, but not as much as I used to. I was pretty much obsessed with it. I bought a book of short stories/poems by him and was using the word "Nevermore" for passwords and user names etc everywhere. How broody of me. Anyways, for a poetry project in high school, I did an analysis of his poem the Raven and a word picture (or whatever it's called) of the Bells.

As terribly stereotypical and cliche it was for me to love Poe at that age, I think it was actually pretty good for me to read his stuff. As a young writer, reading and admiring other writers is a great way to improve my own writing. Edgar Allen Poe was definitely a great man, even if he was really, really, really crazy. I only hope that my work will last as well as his has.
So, to complete today's blogpost, I give you one of Poe's most famous poems (and the first of his that I ever read), The Raven:

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

Well, I hope you all enjoyed that. Just to be extra clear, that poem is by Edgar Allen Poe. In case you didn't get that before. Not that I think he would sue for copyright or anything (he's dead- duh) but still. Gotta be clear with those things nowadays. :P

Anyways, assignment for today is to read The Bells by Edgar Allen Poe. A great poem. Seriously.


Saturday, April 16, 2011

M is for Murder

This is a true story. It all happened in yesterday...

So for my birthday this year, I had a murder mystery party. It had about 20 people there and it took place at my friend Christa's house. I made up the whole storyline and all the characters by myself. Pretty much, everyone was invited to a party in order for a rich man named Lexington to decide who will get his inheritance. So, for all of you who are curious, here are all the characters I wrote up for the party (the names in brackets are the people who played the character- or who were supposed to be playing them):

Kenneth J. Lexington: The old, wealthy host of the party. His wife is dead and he only ever had one bastard son that he recently found out about. He has invited all of his closest friends/ relatives to this party to choose an heir. Due to his secluded nature, he rarely spends time with this many people all together at once. When he is found murdered in the kitchen of his own party, everyone must discover who done it! The prize for finding his murderer? Mr. Lexington states in his will that, in the case of his murder, whoever solves the murder will inherit his fortune! If the murder is unsolvable, or revealed to be an accident, the money will go to his lawyer, Ms. Vance. (Steve)

Ms. Jessica Vance:   Ms. Vance is Mr. Lexington’s lawyer. She has been his lawyer for the last ten years, ever since her father (Lexington’s former lawyer) passed away. It is a well-known fact that she spent more time with Lexington than anyone else. She was in charge of his will and, in the case of his accidental or natural death, she is meant to inherit his fortune. Ms. Vance generally dresses very properly and favours red lipstick. (Melissa)

Jimmy Logan: Jimmy is Lexington’s bastard son. He grew up not knowing who his father was until his mother passed away, leaving him a letter that revealed his father’s identity. He hates his father for his absence, but hopes to get something out of the old man (ie his money). The last time he spoke to his father before this party, he and the old man got into a screaming match. His father called him a bastard child who would never amount to anything and Jimmy punched the old man in the face.  (James)

Clarissa Lexington: Mr. Lexington’s first wife (ex). She carried on an affair with her ex-husband even after their divorce. She only married him in the first place for his money and lives off of the 5 million that she got in the divorce (though her funds are running low now). She is convinced that Lexington has already selected her to receive his money and sees this party as nothing more than a formality. She likes the finer things in life and is rarely seen without a long cigarette (with the little plastic filter) and some type of fur on her shoulders. (Sarah Megan)

Raymond H. Lawrence: A man of taste, he is Mr. Lexington’s nephew (his sister’s son). He is known to be a cruel man to those who cross him and a kind man to those he needs for something. Raymond is actually richer than Mr. Lexington (he owns his own chain of cigar manufacturers) and doesn’t need Lexington’s money at all, though he would see it as a nice bit of extra pocket change. He thoroughly despises the idea of spending time with some of the “lower class people” who are attending this party, but his mother has told him he must go and she is probably one of the only people that he cares about other than himself. He and his Uncle have been known to get at each others throats and it’s a known fact that Lexington treats Raymond like a worthless child. A week prior to the party, Lexington embarrassed Raymond when he declared Raymond’s best-selling cigar to taste like nothing more than “ash ground together with cow urine”. This quote was published in the paper the day after. (Greg)

Phillip Von Ruffhaussen: Mr. Lexington’s friend from college. He is now a painter who spends most of his time in Paris. He and Mr. Lexington had a falling out fifteen years prior when Lexington stole the heart of Phillip’s wife. Von Ruffhaussen vowed vengeance on Lexington, but has not seen him since then. He didn’t even attend his ex-wife’s funeral. Phillip now claims that he has become Buddhist and, therefore, forgives Lexington for his betrayal and would never dare to harm him. He has decided to attend this party to express his forgiveness to his former friend. If he were to get the money, he claims he will donate it to his temple. Phillip dresses in nicer clothes when he goes to parties, but he always seems to have paint under his finger nails and a paintbrush tucked behind his ear (some people even claim he carries a small piece of canvas and some miniature paints in his pockets in case of spontaneous inspiration). (Dan)*

Lucy Von Ruffhaussen: Lexington’s step-daughter and Phillip Von Ruffhausen’s daughter. (Dan plays Phillip. Let me know if this is an issue). She hasn’t seen her father since she was five years old (15 years ago) when Mr. Lexington and her mother fell in love. Her mother passed away a few years ago and Lucy is still convinced that she was murdered by her step-father (he had caught her mother cheating on him). She still lives in the same house as her step-father and has been caught by the maids attempting to poison him. She feels that justice was not served when her mother died. However, with the new possibility of an inheritance, Lucy has been strangely kind to Lexington. She tends to dress in fancy dresses and is rarely seen without some form of polish on her nails.  (Kirsten)

Winston Kingsworth: He’s the loyal butler. He has served Mr. Lexington for years and always seems to know more about what’s going on in the house than anyone else. He is one of the only people at the party who is not being considered for the inheritance. However, he has expressed to anyone who asks that he only wishes to be allowed to serve Mr. Lexington’s successor in this house. He seems to thoroughly enjoy his job and sometimes purposely sneaks up on people to scare them. He generally wears white gloves and a nice suit and slicks his hair back everyday.  (Holland)

Sapphire LaVilla: A movie star. She met Mr. Lexington at a post-premiere party. He enjoyed her movies so much that he offered to help fund her career. She spent a lot of time in acting classes paid for by him. However, when she became a little too much of a diva for him, he stopped giving her funds completely. He wanted to remain in contact with her, but she cut him out of her life. Her career started to fail when she could no longer afford her high-class life style. She suspects that Mr. Lexington only invited her to embarrass her further, but she came in hopes that he would maybe be willing to give her his money. She generally dresses as nicely as possible with her hair pined up. (Kayla)

Baroness Silvia Lekinstein: Lexington’s cousin. She is single and worked very hard for her status in life. She is unwed and has no children, but is very happy with her life. She doesn’t need Lexington’s money at all, but is attending the party anyways because she doesn’t wish to offend her cousin. You see, Mr. Lexington possesses some documents that expose some serious scams that the Baroness has been involved in. If these were to be exposed, her status would be destroyed. The baroness decorates herself in diamonds and appreciates the finer things in life. (Nicole)

Kasey Stewert: A female business woman. She runs Mr. Lexington’s business at the moment because he is too old to do the work for it anymore. She takes care of a lot of his affairs and keeps his appointments etc. She is overworked and feels that she shouldn’t have to be competing for the inheritance. She wants at least to receive the company from him, but has recently discovered that the company will be going to whoever gets the rest of the inheritance. Mr. Lexington and her recently got into a heated argument about it because Lexington told her that he would not be requiring whoever got the business to keep her employed in it. She generally dresses in pant suits or dress suits with her hair up and glasses on. (Kaydee)

Madam Katherine Dubois: A well-mannered French woman, Madam Dubois is Mr. Lexington’s late brother’s widow. She believes that herself and her daughter, Marie (played by Nikki), are fully entitled to the inheritance and it’s ridiculous that anyone else should even be considered. After all, Marie is the apple of Lexington’s eye and Katherine has been nothing but kind to the old man. There is a little bad blood between Katherine and Lexington, however, as Mr. Lexington received the majority of the inheritance from Katherine’s husband when he passed away. Her husband passed away from unnatural causes as well and many suspect it was either Katherine or her sweet little daughter who “took care” of him. This woman is generally dressed in the finest clothes, with very natural looking makeup. (Christa)

Marie Dubois: The daughter of Katherine Dubois (played by Christa) and niece of Mr. Lexington (her late father’s side), Marie is always used to getting her own way. The last person who didn’t give her her way was her father and he ended up dead the next day. Everyone suspects that sweet little Marie, or her mother Katherine were the cause of the father’s death. She is the apple of Lexington’s eye and everyone knows it. In fact, he has separated all the family jewellery from the rest of his estate in the will and left it to her. To be chosen for the full inheritance would be just icing on the cake. Marie prefers to dress in pretty, frilly things that her uncle gives her and likes sparkly little barrettes and jewellery. (Nikki)

Laura Peters: Laura is the head maid. She has been serving the Lexington household for years and this is the first time that she’s ever been invited to a party here rather than having to serve drinks at one. Due to her loyalty, Lexington is actually considering her for the inheritance! She feels a little bad about it, though, as she agrees with Lexington’s step-daughter, Lucy (played by Kirsten), that the old man probably was responsible for his late wife’s death. As a result, she has been slowly poisoning him through his food- just enough to make him sick- to punish him for his sins. After all, Laura is quite religious and was raised to believe that God will punish you for your sins. She sees the poisoning as God’s way to punish Lexington for the murder of his wife. Her dress will be a fairly common-looking one as she is a maid trying to dress for her first fancy party. (You may dress her as a maid though if you want) (Sarah)

Gerard Perington: Gerard is a former business partner of Lexington. He invested a lot of money into a business scheme that Lexington said was a “sure thing” (up to you to decide what this scheme was). Unfortunately, Lexington was wrong. The scheme fell through and it set Perington back about 50 thousand dollars. Perington is a millionaire (he came from a rich family) so 50 thousand isn’t that big of a deal, but Lexington never paid it back. Perington has threatened to ruin Lexington’s life multiple times due to this and has made active attempts to buy Lexington’s company out from under him. It wasn’t successful. He feels that Lexington owes him this inheritance as an apology, but he doesn’t really care about the money. Perington is rich and British. He generally wears fine suits and is rarely seen without his pocket watch. (you don’t actually need to buy a pocket watch. You could just trail a chain into your vest to make it look like you have one) (Riley)

William Price: William is a private investigator who has been hired by Lexington to spy on the guests at the party and help him determine who deserves the inheritance. Nobody knows who he is, but he acts as though he has met everyone before (he hasn’t, but he has been given a dossier about each one of them). He is the “mysterious stranger” at the party and has been asked to not reveal that he is a PI for any reason. He is in disguise as a wealthy friend of Lexington’s. Preferably, he wouldn’t reveal his job even once the murders start as it may be easier for him to investigate matters under the cover of his disguise, but do as you will. Be mysterious!! (Gilbo)

Ms. Lillian Everett the 3rd: A wealthy woman from a good family, Lillian doesn’t really need an inheritance from Lexington. Rather, she is only present at this party because she loves to show off her fortune. She introduces herself by her full name (Lillian Everett the 3rd) and loves to gossip about people. She never seems to gossip about Lexington, though. This could be due to the fact that he is in possession of an independent porn film that she starred in during her experimental college years. He agreed to never show the film to anyone so long as Lillian never gave him a reason to. This character dresses extravagantly and wears as much jewellery as possible. (Geneviève)

Charles B. Smith: A wealthy business man, Charles has spent most of his life stepping on people to get where he is. He owns shares in many different successful companies, including Lexington’s. As one of the major shareholders in the company, Charles is concerned about who Lexington is handing his majority shares over to. When he heard he was being considered for the will, Charles began spending as much time with Lexington as possible, even though he finds him to be a thoroughly intolerable man. He has been heard muttering that he wishes the old man would just die and leave Charles the business already. Dress wealthy. (Paul)

So Charles B. Smith didn't end up being there and my boyfriend Steve ended up playing a police detective. Otherwise, everyone else was there. Phillip Von Ruffhausen was the killer. I killed them off one by one until they finally (with three of them left) accused Dan properly and it was over.  Also, never tell Holland to lurk. He does it too well.

So assignment today is to go to a murder mystery someday. It's a lot of fun to run or to play. :)