All posts for the month January, 2015

Take on Me? You bet your sweet ass you can!

Published January 19, 2015 by authorbebedora

Let me tell you something about “Take on Me”.

It’s my absolute favorite song in the entire world.  Hands down.  Nothing else can hold up to it.  (My second is “High Flying Bird”, by Elton John.  In case you were interested.)  When it comes on the radio, you’d lose your fingers if you tried to change it.  I’d bite them off.  It pretty much sums up the 80’s for me.  When someone says “80’s”, I immediately think of  that wonderful song.  Well, that and Jelly Shoes.  (those motherfuckers hurt!)

In 1986, I was 6 1/2 years old.  My aunt lived with us.  She wanted cable installed in the house.  *cue angels singing*  Nothing could have prepared me for the wonders that came with Cable TV.  I was instantly glued to MTV.  Shortly after the cable came, I remember seeing The Video for the first time.

You all know which one I’m talking about.  Don’t pretend like you don’t.  It’s the one we all wished we were Bunty Bailey in.  I mean, who wouldn’t want a sweaty man trying desperately to escape from a comic book frame in your hallway?  He wanted to profess his undying love for us!

Now, I may have been only 6, but I knew good music when I heard it and more importantly–I knew who was cuter than anyone else in the world.

Morten Harket.

Granted, I didn’t know his name at the time–he was just a semi-cartooned face–but he was there.  Oh boy, was he ever there.

I was too young for teen mags, (that would come later, fueling my need for NKOTB and Nelson knowledge.  FYI:  Jordan’s birthday is May 17, 1970 and Gunnar and Matthew Nelson are mirror twins.  And yes, I remembered that willingly and without the assistance of wikipedia, thankyouverymuch.)  So, that meant that the only image I had of the lovely Mr. Norwegian God was half-cartoon.  Which was okay because, let’s face it, he was one hell of a cartoon.

I swooned, I blushed and I watched MTV waiting for the video to come on.  Again, even at 6–this girl knew what she wanted.  Hunky Norwegians, apparently.  Well, that and Michael J. Fox.

As it is with so many crushes in girlhood, my attention span was short and soon I stumbled upon my next victim.  I can’t remember exactly who it was, but it may or may not have been Scott Baio.  I may have focused my love on another, but there was a place deep in my heart that would always belong to Morten and A-ha.  (Still unnamed Morten, by the way.  He was just “the A-ha guy.”)

Fast forward to present day.  Crushes have come and gone.  New Kids?  Yup.  Cary Elwes?  You bet.  Chris Pine?  HELL YES.  But for every fleeting flutter of my heart throughout the years, there has always been a space for that catchy tune performed by those boys from Norway.

I finally figured out his name in my teens, but by then–Morten and A-ha were a thing of the past in the States.  No more did they grace the teen magazines.  Albums were very hard to come by.  And besides, I was way too busy fangirling over Michael Biehn and Mark Dacascos with a certain book shelving friend.  Plus, I just didn’t have the money to buy imported CD’s.

Now that I’m a big girl, I have discovered them again.  And, while “Take on Me” is still my most very favorite song in the Universe, I have to admit that I actually like their newer stuff better.  Soaring vocals have not diminished with age, nor has the melodies or haunting lyrics.  A lot of people saw them as teenyboppers, and that couldn’t have been further from the truth.  Listen to their music someday if you haven’t, even the older stuff.  The lyrics are dark, the melodies filled with dissonance (those chords that make your spine tingle).

And I would be remiss if I forgot to mention that they’re all still DROP-DEAD GORGEOUS.  Thirty years later, they look fabulous, especially Morten.  I don’t know what’s in the water in Norway, but if I were them, I’d bottle that shit up and make a fortune on it.  I mean, come one…he’s only 3 years younger than my dad.

Jesus Christ, I’ve been crushing on someone who’s my dad’s age since I was 6…

Shut up, I don’t want to hear it.  *puts fingers in ears and sings obnoxiously*

So, take a minute or sixty out of your day.  Listen to “Summer Moved On” or “Lifelines” or “Foot of the Mountain.”  You won’t be disappointed.  Remember that they were the first pop group from Norway to ever hit #1 on the charts.  Morten Harket has the record for the longest note ever held–20.2 seconds.  (It’s fucking unbelievable!)  Some people may think of them as “One Hit Wonders,” but A-ha is so much more than that.  There’s a reason they’ve managed to stay relevant since 1985.

Oh, and Morten?  If you ever read this…convince Mags and Pal to extend the whole “Rock in Rio” reunion and go on tour again.  Chicago would be just fine.



Published January 19, 2015 by authorbebedora

Okay, so, here’s my blog.

I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing.  There’ll probably be a lot of cussing, though.

I write fanfiction–Star Trek 2009, Final Fantasy VIII and Phantasy Star IV.  I’m also trying to write an actual book.  I watch Star Trek and love the music of A-ha.  (And after 30 years, their lead singer is still SMOKIN’ HOT.)  I eat too much candy and my kid is obsessed with Rammstein.  My husband is an aspiring screenwriter and likes to shoot facehuggers at me.  We quote Ghostbusters waaaaaay too much. My living room floor is littered with Legos and I’m pretty sure we have a posessed R2-D2 whatchamacalit.  Seriously, it beeps and “talks” when there’s no one even remotely close to it.  Demons, I tell ‘ya.

I’ve been doing this writing thing a long time.  I started in high school.  I had Economics class at 7:30 in the fucking morning.  When I wasn’t asleep in the back row, I was writing what I now know to be “fanfiction.”  At the time, I had no idea such a marvelous thing existed.  I just loved a video game and its characters so much–Phantasy Star IV–that I figured it would be cool to write a story about it.

And write I did.

Looking back, it was a total load of shit, but damn if I wasn’t proud of it when I did it!  It took me the better part of two years to finish, but it was long and involved…and full of errors. I recently went back and re-read a portion of it and had to hold in my barf.  Seriously, it was that bad.  Maybe someday I’ll revamp it.  I posted it on a now-defunct website and thankfully, it’s gone from the interwebs.  (actually, it’s still there…but you’d need some pretty hardcore detectin’ skillz to find it.)  The story is actually quite solid and I even started sequel, but I’m just way to fucking busy to do it right now.

Fast forward to 2003 when I found  It was as if the Universe opened up it’s doors and I was introduced to the wonderful world of fan fiction.  I read voraciously.  Phantasy Star, Final Fantasy, Star Trek…I couldn’t get enough.  I stumbled upon a certain story about a certain orphan-turned-hero without his whiny “girlfriend” and a beautiful and long-lasting friendship was born.  (you know who you are…)

I took a hiatus from everything fanfiction to squeeze out a kid and when he was a toddler, I came back.  With a vengeance.  I had ideas swirling around in my head that wouldn’t shut the hell up.  One day, probably while exhausted, wearing a shirt crusted with boogers and mushed peas, I decided to indulge the voices and write something.

And to my surprise, it got attention.   Lots of it.

That was all I needed.  I kept writing, wrote more and more and before I knew it I had several epic multi-chapter works as well as a dozen or so oneshots.

Writing is such a wonderful outlet.  Sure, I love being a mom, but sometimes I just need to sit and hurt Captain Kirk or make a certain Estharian President play truth-or-dare.  And let me tell you, once you’ve written an intense fight scene with a child jumping on the couch next to you screaming, “Mom, watch this!”, you realize you can do anything.

I’ve just begun my next adventure of an original work.  It’s in its infancy, but I’m so excited about it I could just scream.  I finally have time to work on it since the dude is in school all day and I don’t work anymore, so I guess I can’t put it off any longer.

Here’s to the beginning of my journey into writing something that is actually my own, and not just borrowing characters and torturing them.  (Because yes…poor Captain Kirk and Commander Leonhart have suffered tremendously…and will continue to…*evil laughter*)  This will be my space to rant and rave, probably swear a lot and muse about life.  Oh, and update anyone who cares to read my ramblings on my writing.

Like, thanks for reading, or something.