Wonder Woman 2.0

Also, if anyone was willing I like to get some more views on this video, and it's full of Jessica Rabbit smexiness!… Continue

My name is still Meghan...although it's survived several variations over the past couple of months.

I can name five friends right off the top of my head that I know for a fact love me.

I use the word "like" so often in my speech, I absolutely hate it.

It's terrible being gifted with words and never being able to use them when it matters most.

Whenever I talk on the phone with someone I get to the point where I begin to use the same word over and over again simply because I can’t come… Continue

So this is the next of my poetry installments intended for review and/or criticism. I remember the assignment was to construct a sonnet: Elizabethan (English), Petrarchan (Italian), or modern. Most everyone went with a modern sonnet because that way they only had to write a fourteen line poem, but I decided to really challenge myself and make an Italian sonnet that followed the rules as strictly as I could manage to churn out in a 24 hour time period. So it's fourteen lines long, has the ABBA AB… Continue

Hey loverlies! Halloween is coming up this weekend and I'm planning on making a big nerdfighter halloween video for my collaborative channel (featuring Ningmaster Kuhi) and I was wondering what everyone's plans were for Halloween? Also, do you have your costumes yet? And would you be willing to send me pictures of your costume for my Nerdfighter Halloween video? If that sounds like fun, message me your pictures, and I would be happy to link to your ningpage or your youtube channel or whatever yo… Continue

These are just some bits from my poetry portfolio that I've been trying to revise. Anything constructive would always be appreciated...it's meant to have a bit of a noir feel, but the narrator's voice sounds like Sam Elliot in my mind...

Also, the line starting with "Their reflection" was intended to be indented but the formatting of the blog itself doesn't show it. So use your imagination.


Old Man, Cold Woman


When I close my eyes I still see your black dress.

It wasn’t silk, but it… Continue