Sunday, February 21, 2016


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

We have a winner, and it's the man who wrote, arranged, and first recorded Darling Nikki--Prince himself.

Here's out the vote turned out:

Prince           10
Foo Fighters 4

I've never been a big Prince fan, though I've come to appreciate him more as I grow older. My favorite Prince moment occurred in 1997 when Bryant Gumbel left Today. One of the celebrities who arrived to pay tribute to Gumbel was Prince--AND he was dressed as Bryant Gumbel. It was hilarious. As is typical with Prince, I can't find a good video of the event. I had a link that showed a little of Prince's arrival, but the video has disappeared. Another one doesn't have audio. Prince interviewed by Matt Lauer can't be embedded, so I'm sorry, but I can't show you His Purpleness. If you look around a bit on YouTube, you might find something with Prince that you can watch.

I need to take a little blogging break because I have a million and one things to do, but I'll hang around to pay some visits. I'll certainly blog again by March 1 for Battle of the Bands.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

Saturday, February 20, 2016


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

You have until midnight tonight, EST, to vote in my current Battle of the Bands. Click HERE to see the videos and to vote in your comment.

The song is Darling Nikki (don't play it if children are within hearing distance, or if you're offended by explicit sexuality). The contenders are Prince and Foo Fighters.

I'll announce the winner tomorrow, Feb. 21, 2016.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

Tuesday, February 16, 2016


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

What can be more exciting than a nice chat about ellipsis?

The incorrect spacing of ellipsis is one of the most common problems I see in manuscripts. If you can latch on to the correct use of this small but often seen mark, you'll save time for your editor, who won't need to point it out and will be able to concentrate on larger issues.

Ellipsis are three spaced periods. I have some examples of their use from The Little, Brown Essential Handbook for Writers.


"Natural ecosystems . . . maintain the world exactly as we would wish it to be maintained."

My note: Please notice the space after "ecosystems," the space between each period, and the space following the last period before the word "maintain."


"Earth is our home. . . . "

My note: Don't skip a space before the first period. The period indicates that you end the sentence, but you have left out something, or you want to indicate that a character's words trail off. That's why you use ellipsis after the period. Perhaps "the speaker has hesitated or faltered . . . " (When Words Collide, 105). 

3. OMISSION OF THE END OF A SENTENCE, WITH SOURCE CITATION (The last sentence in the preceding example also provides evidence of this use.)

"Earth is our home . . . " (Wilson, 27).

My note: The period follows the citation, or source material. Leave a space after the last letter of the sentence before you start the ellipsis.

Some other possible needs for ellipsis can occur, but we've hit on the most common uses here. And I have a confession to make: I was not taught in college to put the period immediately after the last letter of a sentence that has an omission at its conclusion, so according to Little, Brown, I have been in the wrong. As we know, however, different kinds of writing obey different rules. We also often see that punctuation in other countries is not the same as it is in the U.S.

More from Little, Brown: "Use an ellipsis mark when it is not otherwise clear that you have left out material from the source, as when the words you quote form a complete sentence that is different in the original.

If it's difficult for you to remember how to use ellipsis marks, then perhaps you can print out this post and put it on a bulletin board in front of your desk.

It's still Tuesday, but it's late where I am. If you're also on EST, then if this post doesn't put you to sleep, I don't know what will.

By the way, I see some disagreement between grammarians about the use of ellipsis v. ellipses. Most conclude that ellipses is plural, in the sense that you use ellipses more than once. Ellipsis is singular, but one set of three periods counts as singular. I've always used "ellipses." I need to consider the possibility of updating my ellipsis grammar.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug
Thank you, fishducky.


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Thank you for your support and kind comments regarding my emergency home repair. I took care of it myself and didn't need to summon expensive help. During my five years in this house, I've learned to fix quite a few diddly-bobs, and I have a nice little collection of tools.

No fire. No water. Not serious, but had to be attended to immediately. It was about eleven o'clock (I realized it was later--must have been midnight or so) when I finished, and I hadn't eaten dinner yet.

So I ate, and collapsed.

I still hope to return to you tonight with TIP TUESDAY and to finish listening to Battle of the Band posts.

If I don't make it, tomorrow is still another day, Miss Scarlett.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

Monday, February 15, 2016


It's almost 10:30 p.m. on Monday, Feb. 15. I must stop commenting on blogs and responding to your comments for tonight.

I must attend to an emergency home repair.

I'll catch ya later.


Warning: Do not play this song if children can hear it. If you might be offended by the sexually explicit nature of the lyrics, then please don't listen to this BOTB. It won't hurt my feelings if you skip it.

I also should have said that if even one person is offended by the song in this post, I'll take it down and use music that's more traditional. I'll start reading comments in just a few minutes (8 p.m. Monday, Feb. 15).

Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

It's time for the February 15, 2016, Battle of the Bands.

Mr. Stephen T. McCarthy provides us with this information about the bloghop:

The whole thing is really quite simple: You select two different versions of the same song (versions  you feel might give each other some competition in the voting) and you post them on the 1st and the 15th of each month. On the 7th and 21st of each month, you add your own personal vote to the mix, total up all the votes and announce the winner on your blog.

Beyond that, just try to have fun with it and let your readers/voters have fun with it.

We begin with Prince, the man who wrote, arranged, produced, and first sang the song, Darling Nikki:

Now we have a popular cover of Darling Nikki performed by the Foo Fighters and Cee-Lo Green. I can't find a video that I can embed, so I direct you to their performance via this link:

Cee-Lo and Dave Grohl

Please vote for your preferred version of Darling Nikki in your comment, and tell us why you made the choice. Or if you like, tell us why you think the song is repugnant. I'll announce the winner on February 21st.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

Please visit the other participants in the Battle of the Bands:

Voice Your Vote @ ‘FAR AWAY SERIES’ by clicking HERE.
@ ‘TOSSING IT OUT’ by clicking HERE.
@ ‘YOUR DAILY DOSE’ by clicking HERE.
@ 'MIKE'S RAMBLINGS' by clicking HERE.
@ 'CURIOUS AS A CATHY' by clicking HERE.
@ 'THE DOGLADY'S DEN' by clicking HERE.
@ 'ANGELS BARK' by clicking HERE.
@ 'J.A. SCOTT' by clicking HERE.
@ 'NOVELBREWS' by clicking HERE.
@ 'QUIET LAUGHTER' by clicking HERE
@ 'REINVINTAGED' by clicking HERE.
@ 'HOLLI'S HOOTS & HOLLERS' by clicking HERE.  

Sunday, February 14, 2016


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Last weekend, Willy Dunne Wooters agreed to be my Valentine. Then I realized we don't have a song that's "our" song. It didn't take me long to come up with the perfect song because it's WDW's favorite.

I told him it will not be the first song played at the wedding we don't have, where we will not dance to our song. We don't need a wedding.

Here's to you, my love.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

Saturday, February 13, 2016


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

It's not too late to pick out a movie for Valentine's Day. Besides, it doesn't have to be February fourteenth to enjoy a romantic movie.

My choices aren't contemporary because I made them for a newspaper column in 2001.

10. Sabrina, 1954, stars Humphrey Bogart, Audrey Hepburn, and William Holden. Although it was made before many of us were born, it's one of the finest romances I've seen, and I loved it from the start. The chauffeur's daughter, lovely Sabrina Fairchild, falls in love with the younger son of the family for whom her father drives. But perhaps the older son is the better man for Sabrina.

9. Peggy Sue Got Married , 1986, stars Kathleen Turner and Nicolas Cage. Peggy Sue faints at her high school reunion and comes to--back in high school. Will she do things differently the second time around?

8. Say Anything, 1989, stars John Cusack and Ione Skye. This film has my all-time favorite answer to a stupid question parents always ask. Diane Court's father asks Lloyd Dobler, a recent high school graduate, what he wants to do. Lloyd answers: "I don't want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don't want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. You know, as a career, I don't want to do that."

7. As Good As It Gets, 1997, stars Jack Nicholson, Helen Hunt, and Greg Kinnear. This film brought Nicholson his third Oscar, while Hunt received her first as Carol, who gradually learns to love Nicholson's obnoxious Melvin Udall.

6. Moonstruck, 1987, stars Nicolas Cage and Cher. When the moon hits her eye like a big pizza pie, Loretta Castorini finds romance with her fiance's brother. And there's nothing halfhearted about the love between Ronny and Loretta. They're carried away by the lunacy of love.

5. An Affair to Remember, 1957, stars Cary Grant and Deborah Kerr. It's sweet and sentimental to the point of being maudlin, and I love it. Will Nicky become a successful painter? Why doesn't beautiful nightclub singer Terry McKay meet him at the Empire State Building?

4. Sleepless in Seattle, 1993, stars Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks. Based on An Affair to Remember, but with far more humor, will this couple manage to meet at the Empire State Building on Valentine's Day?

3. Annie Hall (shut up, Pickleope, 1977) stars Woody Allen and Diane Keaton. At the height of the romance between Alvy Singer and Annie Hall, Alvy tells Annie that "love is too weak a word for what I feel--I luuuuurve you, you know, I loave you, I luff you."

2. When Harry Met Sally, 1982, stars Meg Ryan and Billy Crystal. Harry and Sally are the best of friends--until they realize they're in love. Love almost ruins a beautiful relationship. I still repeat my favorite line delivered in the restaurant by an actress who happens to be director Rob Reiner's mother: "I'll have what she's having." You know what I mean.

1. Casablanca, 1942, stars Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman. "Play it." Sam plays the piano and sings, "You must remember this / A kiss is still a kiss / A sigh is just a sigh . . . "

As we fade to black, I hope you can rely on love this Valentine's Day, and as times goes by.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

P.S. Wow! I didn't realize how dated this list was until I got it out of its hiding place with other articles I wrote. I've seen a lot of great movies since 2001. Maybe I'll come up with a new list next year, but I can't imagine any movie taking the #1 spot from Casablanca.


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

The lovely and ever-popular Robyn Alana Engel is holding her Death Life By Chocolate annual anti-Valentine's Day contest. I entered. You can vote until midnight tonight, Saturday, February 13, 2016.

I would love to win because maybe I wouldn't mope around telling everyone who will listen what a loser I am. All you have to do is go to Life By Chocolate, scroll down to the entry with the naughty word (it's entry #4), and you'll see my name, Janie Junebug. Then state quite clearly in your comment that you vote for Janie Junebug.

I realize the other entries are also hilarious, and you can give those folks a shout out, but you need to say quite clearly in your comment that you vote for Janie Junebug.

The thing is, once before I die, I want to win something other than BEST BODY in high school. When I was in eighth grade, I ran for vice-president of the Student Council. What a stupid thing to do. The people who got elected to the student council leadership were all popular kids. They all ran unopposed except one guy. I still can't believe I was dumb enough to run against that twerp.

Of course, I lost. The outgoing president of the student council was supposed to tell us the winners when school ended for the day. Instead, he told us during fourth period. I went back to English class, put down my head, and cried for the rest of the hour. Everyone pretended it wasn't happening.

Then I went to the office and said I was sick. I needed to call my mom and go home. The secretary handed over the phone.

My mom picked me up. I cried and said I had lost. She shouted, I told you that you weren't going to win and not to cry when you didn't!


My junior year in high school, I didn't go to the meeting for nominations to be president of our school's chapter of the National Forensics League. I knew who would be nominated. I knew he would run unopposed. I knew he'd win.

The next day, I arrived at school, and some of the other debate nerds told me I was nominated for NFL (NO, not football) president. I was not running unopposed. I asked who in the fuck had nominated me. No one seemed to remember. I still don't know who nominated me. Assholes.

I didn't go to the end of the school year NFL picnic because the new president would be announced, and it wouldn't be me.

I was right. A good "friend" called me that night to tell me I lost.

The next day at school, I gave a ride home to the outgoing NFL president. As we walked to my car, he whispered to me that the debate coach had told him not to tell me this, but I lost by one vote.

I was shocked.

I'm still shocked.

I couldn't believe anyone would vote for me.

Well, that's enough whining for today. I've gotten over caring about voting. Pick the entry at Life By Chocolate that  you think is funniest and then in your comment, write very clearly that you vote for Janie Junebug, who won BEST BODY in high school.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug, a.k.a. Sharona, who will grant sexual favors

Friday, February 12, 2016


hello it is i penelope

this my worried face because mom mom has headache

she makes lots of phone calls to solve problems

problems refused to be solved

mom mom get headache

mom mom sad and misses her special girl other than it is i penelope

mom mom want to tell you good dvds to watch on vantine day

she doesn't feel good enough

i tell you movie i like

mom mom and willy man like too

called about time

do not watch that marley and me dvd

make everyone cry

mom mom will try to give you good list of movies tomorrow but if she can't then watch dvd i say

mom mom needs rest

when mom mom feel good i look like this

brudder franklin get your nose out of camera

now me with smile

mom mom smile soon

it is i penelope goodbye

Wednesday, February 10, 2016


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Some of you may not know it, but we have a star in our midst. He is Australian, and his name is Michael D'Agostino. You can find him on starnow, and I swear that a couple of months ago he was on Wikipedia. I can't find him now, and no, I didn't confuse him with some Canadian footballer. Wikipedia, did you screw up and take down your post about our Michael?

Here's our Michael, who blogs at A Life Examined (clicking on the link will take you to one of his excellent posts):

He's described as "a writer and performer from Adelaide, Australia. His friends describe him as warm, friendly, funny, active and short. He gets recognised a lot on the street, but that's probably from all the Wanted posters."

I love Michael's blog and his Question of the Month blog hop, which you can join here. I also think he's a cutie pie, but in a grandmotherly sort of way--no, no, he's not the granny. I'm the granny.

I tease Michael a bit because he's exactly one foot shorter than my son. He tolerates me in spite of my repeated statements regarding this fact. 

A while back, I asked Michael for his autograph, and I offered to pay for the shipping and the frame, but he insisted on taking care of it himself. Here's his autographed photo in its place of honor on my Webster's Third International Dictionary:


I'm sorry his photo is blurry. For some reason, I always gaze in awe at my beautiful dictionary. Let's try another shot of Michael's autographed photo:

He writes: "Janie . . . The highlight of my career so far has been giving this photo to you." He signed it "with love."

I think it means with love as in love to a grandma. 

Michael already has a lot of fans in the United States, and when he performs here, we must do whatever it takes to see him.

Thank you, Michael, for the beautiful photo and inscription and for always being such a sweetheart and for being one foot shorter than my son so I can tease you--but with love.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

P.S. Please don't make Michael sorry that he sent me an autograph by requesting your own. Wait till he's here in the U.S. with us, and then inundate him with requests.

Tuesday, February 9, 2016


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Many of us spend our waking hours searching for exactly the right word. Some of you search because you long to improve your writing. I search because of some something or other, probably dementia, that keeps me from thinking of the word I want. It usually comes to me at 3 a.m. The word or the dementia. I can't remember which one.

A good word to help you expand your vocabulary is eponym.

According to Vocabulary For A New World by Linda J. Palumbo and Frank J. Gaik, eponyms are words that "started out as names of real people or groups."

A favorite eponym of mine is bloomers. Palumbo and Gaik explain that 

        In nineteenth-century America women wore large, long skirts that made it difficult to walk
        through the streets. Amelia Bloomer used her influence as a magazine editor to popularize a 
        pantaloon costume that came to be associated with her name.

The authors define bloomers as "loose, baggy underpants or trousers gathered at the bottom, worn by girls or women."

Oo la la!

Do you recognize any of these eponyms? If you don't, perhaps you can look up at least one and share the meaning by using it in a comment on this post:

Bunsen burner
Ferris wheel

Do you know any other eponyms?

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

Monday, February 8, 2016


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

I owe thanks to all of you. Let's begin with darling Michele who blogs at Angels Bark, and sells her beautiful jewelry at I should have brought up Michele's jewelry sooner because you might need a Valentine's Day gift for yourself or someone else.

I thank Michele for this necklace, which she sent to me for Christmas:

It's a beautiful shade of blue, with a lovely sterling silver chain. People comment on it every time I wear it.

Then I received this gift from my blog child, Rachel, who blogs at When a Lion Sleeps, Let It Sleep:

She asked me my favorite color (pink), and my favorite scent (vanilla). Then she sent this baby pink three-votive candle holder, and candles in the following scents: vanilla cupcake (3), French vanilla (3), and lavender vanilla (3). Oi! Do they smell luscious.

Willy Dunne Wooters wanted to take this photo of my hand next to the holder because I wore what he calls my pink mittens, and I have on pink nail polish:

Thank you, much-loved Rachel!

Now I thank all of you who have prayed for Sam's return, or have had even a fleeting hope that he's safe. Sam has been gone for a week. Carol and David have seen no sign of their elderly, blind dog:

God bless you, Sam. You are loved.

Franklin and Penelope are here to keep me company as I work:

Penelope is a gentle soul, who worries about Sam.

Franklin sits next to me, and leans over for a kiss.

Infinities of love and prayers and thanks,

Janie Junebug

Thursday, February 4, 2016


Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

The sad news is that Sam is not home. It's been pouring all day, and the temperature is dropping. I continue to pray for him. I ask for your prayers and positive thoughts, too.

The good news is that today I found my high school yearbook. I think you'll enjoy these photos of a young Janie Junebug and her friends:

Here's my good friend Patty Simcox. She grew up to be Hillary Clinton:

This girl was bad news. She felt like a broken typewriter. I don't know why. 
She was some kind of first lady, too (the first lady in the class to be PG):

Here's where we went to school:

Here I am with young Willy Dunne Wooters at the prom:

Don't you dare say we look like those silly people, Olivia and John.
Whatever happened to them anyway?

I already had my famous golden tresses:

You take that down right now.
I only tried smoking once.
Why did that student photographer have to be there?

Oh, well. Don't worry.
Let's sing and have fun:

Sometimes Willy Dunne Wooters and I sing together on Saturday nights.
Can you believe the neighbors throw rocks at the house?
Franklin and Penelope howl!

Infinities of love and prayers for Sam,

Janie Junebug


Dear Hearts and Gentle People,

It has come to my attention that a rumor has a significant amount of attention. The story is that on Saturday night, February 6, 2016, groups of men will get together and hold rallies at which they will rape women.

This rumor grew out of a rumor that on Saturday a group called Kings of Men would hold pro-rape rallies.

This rumor grew out of the real story--that a men's rights organization scheduled "tribal meetings" for Saturday. Those tribal meetings have been canceled out of fears regarding safety.

Last night, my son and I talked about the rumors we see and hear so frequently. He said he learned that when you see something strange, you should ask yourself, Does it seem like a lie? He also said that we need to use our critical thinking skills.

I rely on for information about stories that don't seem realistic to me. When I read that Planned Parenthood sold parts from aborted fetuses to be used in women's cosmetics, I felt certain it was a lie. I went to snopes to learn the truth. Now, Planned Parenthood has a law suit pending against the groups that told those lies about them.

When you see such a story, instead of getting upset, ask yourself, Does this seem like a lie, or the truth? If you think any chance exists that the story is a lie, then investigate it. If you think any chance exists that the story is true, then investigate it. Issue warnings about true threats. Dismiss lies and spread the word that they aren't true.

If you believed the "rape rallies" would take place, then please don't think I belittle you. I've believed many rumors during my life. I'm a little older and wiser now, and I have snopes.

On the other hand, if you think the crimes perpetrated by Bill Cosby are not true, then you need to investigate to learn that this man is a serial rapist who got away with his crimes for years. I was not surprised when I heard about the charges on the news. Rumors about him had been around for many years, and I found no evidence that the rumors were lies. The man himself--America's ideal dad-- admitted to extra-marital affairs and "possible" illegitimate children. There's a reason he was deposed quite some time ago.

Think about it. Investigate it. If you still think Bill Cosby isn't a rapist, then report the evidence.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

Wednesday, February 3, 2016


I'm sorry to say that no one has spotted Sam. I have information about him all over Facebook, along with the area where they live and that people can email me if they find him.

I haven't been this frantic in some time. I am upset to the point that I'm snippy, so please forgive me if I'm petulant and critical. I was quite rude to someone today. I asked for forgiveness. I won't blame the person if she doesn't forgive me.

My son came over. I cried to him about Sam. We talked for quite a while and ate supper together.

This photo was taken when Sam could see. He's blind now, and out in the big world on his own.

David and Carol live in the Kingston/Canal/Huron streets area of Jacksonville, Florida. Sam's return would mean the world to them, and the rest of their family. It would be a relief to me, too.

I can't go to a doctor for now (a mistake with my insurance), but I feel my medication needs to be updated. My nerves are jangly, and I lose my temper easily. I started having increased panic attacks even before Sam disappeared.

I might have to take a blog break. I'm not sure how much time I need. However, I'm still able to edit, so if you need an editor, you can get in touch with me at You can use the same address to contact me if you have information about Sam.

Thank you for your kind comments, thoughts, and prayers. I will let you know immediately if we find him.

Poor Blog Child Rachel has a bad cold. She says she has gross things in her nose. I asked if she could take a photo. It might distract me.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

Tuesday, February 2, 2016


Dear Ones,

I have a special request to make. My beloved friend Carol and her wonderful son David are missing their elderly dog, Sam. He's a scruffy little guy. He's blind. They don't know how he got out. He might have managed to push open their front screen door.

Sam before he lost his sight

They've told their neighbors that Sam is missing. No one has seen him. Carol went to the shelter, too.

Please pray for the safe return of Sam, and put your loving arms--no matter if it's online---around David. He is distraught without his companion of so many years.

They live in the Kingston/Canal/Huron streets area of Jacksonville, Florida. Spread the word, please, and if you aren't one to pray, then please send loving, positive thoughts into the universe.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

Please ask your friends to pray for Sam. Ask your fellow bloggers. Post it on Facebook. Tweet that Sam is missing and needs prayers. Ask your congregation at your church. Ask your co-workers. Ask your relatives. Ask anyone and everyone you can think to ask. Sam's family loves him and wants him at home.

Monday, February 1, 2016


Update: I apologize for confusing you by including the Battle of the Bands in my title. I don't have a BOTB because I don't have two artists performing the same song. Instead, I chose two songs about love lost and found to go with today's larger theme. I'm not counting BOTB votes. 

Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

I'm sorry I've been away so long. I'm trying to recover from an illness, but I want to participate in three bloghops scheduled for Feb. 1. 2016. Our big topic is love lost and found.

I'll keep this post simple for you and for me by simply offering two video selections.

We begin with Joni Mitchell:

We finish with Joan Baez:

Because these three bloghops have so many participants, I don't expect you to vote in my BOTB. I hope you have time to enjoy the music. I'll visit as many of you as I can.

My major goal is to recover and return to regular blogging.

Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug