Friday, March 31, 2006

Green Sister 7

Janna climbed into her little yellow bug and switched the key. She was relieved when "Sunshine" purred into action. Sometimes the car seemed to have a mind of its own when it came to starting, so she was relieved that today "Sunshine" seemed to be cooperative. Maybe driving would help her concentrate and come up with a plan.

She pulled in front of Mark's apartment building and still didn't have a clue how she was going to approach him. Figuring she would just have to wing it when the time came, she got out, locked the door, and was turning around when she was hit from the side by a force that knocked her onto the ground.

"Oh, my God, I'm so sorry," a deep male voice said through her daze. "Let me help you up."

Janna untangled the leash that had wrapped around her legs and pushed the exuberant horse-sized dog off her, brushing aside the hand that tried to help her.

"I'm okay," she said, as she got to her feet and checked out her arm. She looked up into a face that was vaguely familiar.

"Janna? Janna Thomason? Is that you?"

"Yes, it was the last time I checked my driver's license. Don't I know you?"

"Yeah, we went to high school together. I'm Mark LaRue."

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Green Sister 6

The Green Sister sat at her computer desk, her fingers flying across the keyboard. She Googled Ann Vivene and was amazed at the number of links that came up on her screen. She sighed. All of the links had to do with papers Ann had published. Surely there was some way she could find Ann's address or telephone number. She rested her chin on her hands. Ann's best friend in school was Mark LaRue. He was still in town. Surely he would know how to get in touch with Ann.

Grabbing the telephone directory, she flipped to the L's. There he was... and he lived just a few blocks away. Hmmm, it would be better to approach him as Janna Thomason. She didn't want him to associate his old classmate with The Green Sister.

"Clarence," she mused aloud to her hedgehog, "I need an excuse to contact Mark. Can you come up with any ideas?"

Clarence just looked up at her, cuddled down on his pillow and started to purr.

"A fat lot of good you are," grumbled Janna. "I guess I'll just have to come up with something on my own."

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

This is a test

I'm typing in random stuff to see what will happen and how long it takes to load. My friend is trying to update hers and it doesn't seem to want to work... or if it does, it takes ten forevers. Here I go. Let me copy and paste this to her so she can see what I'm doing. Hi, Lianne :-)

Monday, March 27, 2006

The Babel Fish Game

I was very busy procrastinating today and started fooling around with Babel Fish. Someone had told me about a game where you input an English phrase and translate it to another language (say, French), then take the French result and translate it to a third language (in my case, German), then back into English. Sometimes the results are interesting.

In my case I input "Judy Thomas has blonde roots and sometimes has trouble thinking logically." It comes out "Judy Thomas has roots of blond and has sometimes the problem, which thinks logically."

All I have to say is I'm glad it's the problem that thinks... and not me. That gives me an excuse of some kind (even though my problem thinks logically.)

Green Sister 5

Janna curled up on the bed next to Clarence and studied the pictures. After her visits to the damaged statues, she had retreated to her lair to try to figure out what her next step should be. Letting the pictures drop on the bed, she leaned her head back against the leopard print pillows and closed her eyes. A name hovered at the edge of her consciousness and, rather than trying to grasp it, she cleared her mind, knowing that nature abhors a vacuum and there was a possibility the name would be sucked in.

She lay quietly for a few minutes while Clarence climbed on her chest and batted at her chin with his paw. "Ann Vivine"...that was it. Ann had been a math nerd in college. Maybe she could help with this puzzle and help Janna find a way to defeat Nancy the Black before Nancy did any more damage.

Friday, March 24, 2006

Green Sister 4

"Can I take these with me?" GS looked up at Det. Novak with what she hoped was a winsome smile.

"Sure, I had copies made for you." He waved her thanks away as she tucked the photos into her utility belt.

"Okay. I'll let you get back to it, then," she said, giving him a wave as she left the room managing not to trip over anything.

Retrieving her magnetic bike from its precarious position against the sign, she spun her way into traffic and went to view the first damaged statue for herself.

Arriving at the Giant Mushroom that had been erected in the days when the city was the "Fungus Growing Capital of the World," GS saw it had been surrounded by bright yellow crime tape. People were standing around gawking at the 'shroom which had been studded with black crystals and paint in the shape of pi. Definitely Nancy the Black's work. GS didn't understand Nancy's strange obsession with pi. Now, if the obsession had been with PIE, she could have fully comprehended that, but she was afraid she'd been left out of the loop when it came to receiving any kind of math gene. It was going to take all she could do to try and match wits with Nancy this time.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

The Green Sister 3

The Green Sister tripped over the threshold as she walked through the door of the police station. She turned and glared at the offending threshold before continuing down the corridor to Det. Novak's office. A coughing attack assailed her as she pushed the door open and was enveloped with stinky cigar smoke.

"Hey, Novak," she called out, trying to wave the worse of the smoke away from her face, "haven't you ever heard of the Clean Air Act?"

Larry Novak stood up from the chair behind his desk. His normally pleasant face wore a worried scowl.

"Sit down, Sis," he said, with none of his usual jokes. "We have a serious situation here with Nancy the Black. We are at our wits' end. If you can't help us, I'm not sure what we will do."

GS winced at the clinking noise her chain cape made as she settled in the chair. Not for the first time did she envy her pal, Silver Snake, who had a jeweled cape. SS kept insisting the chain cape was so much more practical, but GS would love to feel more feminine sometimes. With an effort, she pulled her mind back to what Det. Novak was saying.

"...four in the last week," he concluded.

GS frantically cast her gaze around the office, seeking a clue to what she had missed. She caught a glimpse of a pile of pictures laying on the desk and motioned to them.

"Do those have to do with it?" she asked.

At Novak's nod, she reached over and picked the pictures up. Fanning through them, she saw what he had been talking about. Four of the city's most famous landmarks had been severely vandalized... and it was obvious it was Nancy the Black's work.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

The Continuing Adventures of The Green Sister

The Green Sister hopped on her magnetic bike, kicked it off its stand, and went roaring out of the garage, remembering to raise the garage door at the last moment. Ducking her head to avoid the edge of it, she felt the rubber seal brushing the top of her hair. She clicked the door shut with the button mounted on her handlebars and careened down the street toward Detective Novak's office. He was her contact to let her know when Nancy the Black was causing havok in the city. Intrigued with the Green Sister, he also knew her as Janna Thomaston, romance writer, but thought of romance as "those sappy books for bored housewives."

The Green Sister sighed as she thought of the tall, muscular detective. If only he could see past the disguise to who she really was. But, it was not to be and she consoled herself with the fact that at least they got to spend some time together.

She swerved across traffic into the police parking lot, hearing tires squealing and screeching behind her. There was an empty parking space in front of the door, so she wheeled in and hopped off the bike, leaning it against the sign that said "Parking for Chief of Police Only."

She threw her cape back over her shoulders, adjusted her mask and took her compact out of her utility belt. Studying her face, she gave a quick nod of approval to her reflection. She was ready to find out what nefarious activity Nancy the Black had been up to this time.

Monday, March 20, 2006

The Adventures of the Green Sister

The Green Sister, aka Janna Thomaston, sat crosslegged at the coffee table eating her favorite snack with her faithful hedgehog, Clarence, sitting beside the plate. He stuck his nose into her Banana Cream Pie and she pushed him away from her plate. Unfortunately, she pushed too hard and he fell off the table onto one of the many soft pillows that surrounded it, and curled tightly into a ball.

"Oh, you poor thing," she cooed, as she jumped up, upsetting the table and sending pie, paper plate and cutlery scattered on the tile floor.

"Drat!" she said, scooping up Clarence and kicking the debris out of the way.

At that moment, the cell phone on her belt vibrated. She snatched it from its holder and listened intently for a moment before she hung up, not saying a word.

"It's Nancy the Black, again," she said to Clarence, who had unrolled and was cuddled against Janna's chest. "You'll have to stay here, this time, though. Last time you almost got frozen when you got between us."

She deposited him on his pillow at the foot of her bed, donned her chain cape, and hurried out to the garage to her magnetic bike. Hopefully, this time Nancy would not escape her blazing finger.

(Stay tuned for further adventures of... The Green Sister)