Uh, Little Help?

I've changed over to Blogger Beta and I need to know how to stop the comments section from asking if I'm sure I want to download insecure information. Ugh. Just give me the comments!

I see that Sybil has figured it out because it doesn't ask me that at her place anymore and it did so in the beginning.

I have checked the settings and can't find anything that would be causing this, so HELP!!

Next!

I am just starting and by 'just' I mean I'm still in the prologue of Lora Leigh's Megan's Mark but the minute I hit the 'Breed' word a little bell went off and I'm suddenly worried about thorny penii? - no, that's not the word - oh! Barbed. I mean, I thought that stuff was romance myth but JMC came across it ... Okay, now that I think about it I think it was a Lora Leigh. Nuts.

Not sure I'm ready for that. Someone read this one recently - any uh, scratchy situations?

I know what you're thinking, I get all hot and bothered over dead dudes - hey, I'm talking Vampires!

Give me a minute, the shuddering hasn't stopped over the idea of necrophilia.

Ahem.

Thing is I don't think of vampires as dead. I don't think of them as corpses. Hmmm, what do I think?

Begin long ramble:

Since I never watched horror movies when I was a kid (if I did I watched them through my fingers but even then I was twitchy for a week afterwards) I never met vampires on the screen.
The first time I came across vampires was when I finally decided to see what the big deal was with Interview With A Vampire. The movie had come out but I already figured that would be too gory but, in a book I can skip any scenes that are too graphic.

Wow. What a mopey, sad, pathetic 'hero' for a book. I kept thinking 'why doesn't he just walk out into the sun!?' The ending of the book was even worse. It was the first time I had encountered 'sequel bait' and it was so blatant that I refused to ever read Anne Rice again.

Hmmm, apparently it only takes one really bad book to have me black ball ya. Meh. She did perfectly fine without me.

Anyways, imagine my surprise when I came across a whole different vampire in Maggie Shayne's original Twilight series sometime in 1994. Her vampires were not monsters and were only different in that they were immortal (super cool) and needed to drink blood (ugh) AND they loved being vampires (yeah they did!!)!!

I don't know, it's like superheroes being all mopey because they can fly. Get over yourself, YOU CAN FLY!!

Damn. I can see we've wandered far from whatever point I started with. Surprise, yes?

To sum up, blood sucking dead guy (who is immortal so how can he be dead, hmmmm?) good, penis that's not human, bad.

End Ramble.

Finally, (ooops, ramble still in full swing) we bought a couch recently that is a chaise with a loveseat. Bob and I love to sit on the couch with our feet up but since we moved and the TV room is smaller we had to buy a new couch so I picked one where both of us could be lying down.

Well, we've discovered a new vice. Easy. The couch seems to suck you in. I mean, you get on the couch and WHAM, you are in a prone position that is usually used when sleeping and then you start to yawn. Poor Bob hasn't seen a TV show in weeks since he will hit the couch and be out like a light.

It's starting to suck me into it's vortex. I'm lazy enough as it is but, if I get on the chaise part you might as well just tick off, 'nothing will get done' on my to-do list!

So, there you have it - the answer to the question 'Could you be anymore lazy?'.

Yes. Yes, I can.