Tuesday, October 30, 2012

My Absence

I must again apologize for my absence. I thought when I first began my blog that I would be able to write more, and hopefully I will once the Presidential elections are over.

See, the Pack doesn't just watch over shifter stuff.

I don't know how many times we have been called on by the US to lend a paw with elections among other things and this one is no exception.

Of course, Fergus has been doing it longer than the rest of us. How long? Let's put it this way. The US has had 44 presidents, and Fergus knew everyone of them. (Please don't tell him I told you guys that. He gets a bit testy when I mention his age.)

Anyway, once the elections are over, I should be back in the groove.


Sunday, May 6, 2012

Avenger's Review


Last night I had a chance to go see the new Avenger's movie. I have to admit I was both excited and apprehensive about going. I don't always enjoy movies made out of comic books. I mean, although Ed Norton is a great actor, I did not enjoy the Incredible Hulk movie. I also had a few issues with the Thor movie. Namely I was concerned with Chris Helmsworth portraying my childhood hero, but in the end he did an okay job. That and the girl calling mjolnir meow meow.

However, the Avengers was a great movie. The action and CGI were actually pretty good. I definitely the one liners that Iron Man through out. I would tell you a few of my favorites but I do not want to give out spoilers.

All in all I thoroughly enjoyed the film and give it a rating of 4 paws out of five mostly because I have a few issues with Loki, but that is my own personal issue. If you haven't seen it, get out there now.


Thursday, April 19, 2012

Blame it on reality television

Sorry I have been away so long, but that is what happens when the Foundation sends you on a mission. There will probably more instances of blogger silence from me which I apologize for in advance.  It seems that Fergus frowns on me writing blogs while I am supposed to be lying low.

While I was away, I did have time to watch lots of television. There are so many reality shows I can’t even begin to name them all, but they all have one thing in common. There is no reality in them. I have watched more “ladies” behave in a manor most unladylike and men act more like animals than any of my species. That is not true life. At least I hope it isn’t.

Call me old fashioned, (do not compare me to Fergus) but I miss the days when you could pay a woman a complement and she did not take it as a sexiest remark. I also miss the days of taking a lady for a date and having quiet conversation. She paid attention to me, and I to her. There we no cell phones, no texting, no television to watch, and dancing. I really miss dancing. And no, shaking and gyrating your ass like a cat in heat does not constitute dancing.

Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy watching the female form, and may have watched professional women wrestlers from time to time. However, that was a scripted television show. Not real life. You would never see the Fabulous Moolah or Mae Young wearing low slung jeans with their underwear hanging out. 

Women today show more skin and act less like ladies than most of the working girls that worked the saloons when I was a boy. I do not need to know what color thong you are wearing before I get to know your name. I do not need to see you down sixteen Appletinis and throw up on yourselves or me.

So ladies, I am asking you not to give into the non-reality of reality television. Most people do not live like that, and despite what you may think, emulating the women from those shows, I will not name, is not sexy.

Just one wolf's opinion.

Monday, March 5, 2012

Happy birthday to me

When I came to live at Haven as a child, the Guardians, wonderful people that they were, wanted to throw me a birthday party. Problem was there were no true records of my birth. I only knew it was sometime in late winter. I guess my parents didn't really keep up with days as much as they did with seasons since we did know that I was 10 years old.

I can't remember if I cared very much about having a birthday celebration. After all, it was over 100 years ago. But somewhere along the way someone had to decide on a date, and although people might think Saint was the one to pick my birthday, it was actually Fergus. He decided on March 20th, the Vernal Equinox. I'm not really sure why he chose that date. Maybe because it was easy to remember, often with Fergus there is not a reason. He simply decides and that's it.

So in the next few weeks I will be turn 125. Luckily, I don't feel a day over 110.


Tuesday, February 21, 2012

I am what I am

In animal form, I am Canis lupus arctos, or an Artic Wolf. My pack originated in Iceland although you will not find any there today. In Iceland we belong to the category of legends and fables.

Recently I was posed the question: Can a shape-shifter pick their animal form? That is a very good and simple question to answer. Our form is something we are born into, and no different from having the genetic code for brown hair or blue eyes, we have the genetic code for our animal form.

Shifters come in three basic species: canine, feline and ursine. Within those groups there are variations such as me being an Arctic wolf or Mika being a coyote. When I was a child, Saint would tell me the story of shifters that did have a choice, but as we say, that was merely an old wolf's tale.

And let me set the record straight here and now, shifters are not were-wolves, although people refer to us as such. There are no such things as were-wolves and vampires. I cannot bite someone and turn them into a wolf which is a good thing considering... um... never mind.


Thursday, February 2, 2012

A little help please?

My dear friend Joan asked to help her with a little project. It seems she will be adding a new character in the next installment of our little story.

She would like for people to help her name the character, and I agreed to put his mug shot and bio on my blog to help give her a little boost with her contest. I do so with a bit of apprehension since, well, his photo speaks for itself.

So, if you don’t mind, please help my girl out with naming this guy.


Help me name the character and win!

The shifters and I need your help in naming my new character. He will make his appearance in the second Guardian book Burdens of a Saint.

The rules are simple. Just pick a name and e-mail it to me at joan@joanhazel.com by March 20th. All submitted names will be listed after that and voted upon by the public. The winner will receive a signed copy of Burdens of a Saint after publication.

Does anyone know me?
I was found bloodied and beaten outside the gates of Haven, with no memory of who I am or how I got here. I also don't know where the brand on the back of my left shoulder came from or what it means. I only know it hurts like hell.

I think I'm 19 years old and have this strange feeling I don't belong in my own skin.

I do remember being shuffled from one foster home to another until I got too old. If I have a family, I don't know who they are. Can you help me?