Helloooooo Sunday Brunchers! Today is an amazing day. I am driving up the coast to pick up my daughter, NOT just for spring break, but because she has completed all the course requirements to earn a degree in Literature from the University of California at Santa Cruz! Go Banana Slugs!
You might say, wow! It seems like only a scant two years and two quarters ago that ZAM was taking her up there for the very first time, and to this I say, YES! She has completed her degree in that brief period of time!
No five year plan for my baby smurf… Congratulations Graduate!
For once, I’m setting this up in advance and I won’t be firmly back at the controls until next Tuesday sometime. Cross your fingers, I hope it works.
Last Week’s question was about making alcohol, and I’m sad to say, no one sent me a recipe for Bloody Mary Mix… (except Alton Brown, by way of Food Network Magazine.)
But we did have a couple comments on the post, and the winner of last weeks’ Sunday Brunch Prize is… Neene!
This week’s question is one that is near and dear to me, since I met my husband on Halloween, at a special screening of Rocky Horror and Shock Treatment.
You know the drill. Comment with your answer for the opportunity to win ebooks from these authors! Today’s question is:
Which Rocky Horror Character Are YOU???
The first time I ever saw the Rocky Horror Picture Show, I was seventeen, and my dad had found the video for rent in a dark little shop in the Old Port section of Portland, Maine. The video included Japanese subtitles; someone had smuggled it into the country. This was in 1987, and Rocky Horror wasn’t licensed for U.S. video distribution at that point.
Although watching that movie with my dad was excruciatingly awkward, something about it captured my attention. Especially Columbia. Maybe it was her voice; maybe her song. Maybe it was the fact that she got a bit down and dirty with Meat Loaf (before he, as Eddie, showed up to dinner…) But I wanted to BE Columbia. Snappy, sassy, confident, and free.
I never actually got there. I’m sassy and snappy, and sometimes confident, but I’m also married with kids. Nor did I ever have a chance to participate in a theater showing of Rocky Horror. About the closest I ever got to being any Rocky Horror character was singing “Over at the Frankenstein Place” to my older daughter as a lullaby when she was a baby. (Hey, my dad used to sing me Pink Floyd songs as lullabies… weird lullaby choices run in the family!) — Author Karenna Colcroft
I’m Janet. See, I look mild mannered and sweet. I even sound that way for the most part. I like people and I try not to get myself into situations that might prove dangerous or compromising. Even better, I have this innate ability to see the real man beneath three piece suit and glasses (or the corset, garter belt, and stockings). Brad has oh so much potential, it will only take a little … teasing to bring it out of him.
Getting caught in the rain storm was an opportunity to discover things about myself and Brad that would have otherwise remained hidden from both of us. Dr. Frank-N-Furter and Rocky provided the perfect … inspiration to help unlock the real person inside. Once free of the fetters of the “normal” world, I was able to see just how much fun is available for those who like to take a walk on the wild side. Who like to color outside the lines. Who enjoy the feel of leather, lace, and steel caressing their skin.
Following rules is all well and good. It keeps me safe. Shows the respect and trust I have in the one making the rules…as long as that respect and trust have been earned. Still, I do enjoy acting out on occasion. Going against the status quo, especially when I need to make sure certain people are paying attention. If I have to top from the bottom sometimes, or even take over the driver’s seat, I’m not afraid to go there. But it’s always fun to watch the surprised expressions on peoples’ faces when they realize mild-mannered doesn’t equate to doormat, nor does it keep me from living life to the fullest. And living it my way.
Thanks for letting me hang out this Sunday.
Have a great night. — Author Qwillia Rain
I first saw The Rocky Horror Picture Show at the Landmark Esquire Theater in Denver. It was quite an experience, done up the traditional way: squirt guns, newspaper, rice, and toast. If you don’t know what I mean, get thee to a vintage theater and see it for yourself.
It was a long time before I viewed the movie again—real life and all that rot. The last time I met up with Rocky was via DVD in my living room at Christmas. Not nearly the show as at a theater.
My favorite character is Dr. Frank-n-Furter—he’s larger than life—but I’m not brave enough to be him. Besides, it takes a lot to pull off that corset and pearls…
I’d be one of the Transylvanian dancers. Sporting a classic tux, a brightly-colored hat, and sunglasses, they’re all the same, yet all different. They get to join the party while staying in the background. Is there anyone who doesn’t like the Time Warp? The song is addictive—gets stuck in your head and takes over your neurons. Next thing you know you’re taking a jump to the left and a step to the right, and whoa, the pelvic thrust. How can a romance writer not go for this?
The main drawback of the character is getting caught between Frank and Rocky in the lab. Still the hassle would be worth it for the close-up view.
Oh, and when you go to see Rocky at the theater, don’t forget the newspaper. You’ll thank me later. — Author Whitley Gray