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First let me announce the production of an entirely new novel, way off the beaten path from the frivolous but fun stuff I write. The YA (young adult) (lots of sex, but implied) market is so hot right now, especially if it is paranormal so I have decided to whore out my abilities.
In this book the main character is a young girl about sixteen years old. Since she “became a woman” at age thirteen she has noticed she has strange powers. She can levitate small objects by thinking at them. Every day she finds she can levitate bigger and bigger objects. Her husband/boyfriend will never need Viagra.
Then she falls in love and her love interest is aware of her powers and she fears that is the only reason he is consorting with her, but he is nice and she likes him. Then, with his prescient power, one of…
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Another forced attempt to distract us from what is going on. Divided we fall.
Archival goodie. . .
Originally posted on finewhine:
I write stuff that can be seen by the public. This has its risks and rewards. I don’t care too much about either of those things. But I am noticing a trend. Maybe I am just waking up from a long sleep or finally surrendering my ancient cloak of denial. But I am noticing things about love.
First of all, I am tired of people using the word carelessly. “I love that new shade of orchid paint.” “I love men with beards.” “I love you”. This word is so necessary. But so over used. Maybe that is a good thing. And what are my choices? “The way you look tonight gives me an abundance of positive feelings.” “I feel so many different positive emotions about my new grand child, I cannot begin to put it into words.” To the rescue: “I love her.”
I frequent a popular…
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We quite frequently shop at our nearest military commissary. There are many advantages. Too many years ago, I would always use only Parkay or Imperial margerine as a spread or whatever. I felt other brands were noticably greasy. Then someone mentioned that margerine was one molecule away from being plastic and I heard from another person that butter was “natural”. At that time butter was considerably more expensive, but I made the change and have never veered from my choice.
While shopping one day at the commissary (they often carry locally unfamiliar brands) I noticed Challenge butter. It was packaged by the pound in two different shapes. The conventional stick and a short chubbier stick. The pound of shorties must have been priced as an 8 oz. package because it was, and still is, cheaper than the conventional size. Thus we became Challenge users. We noticed immediately that it tasted wonderful, used as spread or in baking. I make Baker’s one-bowl brownies and you can totally experience the difference.
Then I began to hear of Kerry Gold. One person said she was a strict vegan except for Kerry Gold. I ran out and had to borrow a pack of Kerry Gold from my daughter. It is an unnatural shade of yellow that is surely enhanced unless they feed their cows only carrots. It is prohibitively expensive and it has no taste experience, much less delicious or “better”. I feel like I am changing a passage in the Bible. Kerry Gold fans are rabid. But Wal Mart generic tastes better and, hands down, Challenge wins the taste war. It is delicious. The acid test is melting it for popcorn and it cannot be beaten. You can just take my word for it cuz if you ever try it, you will know for yourself.
I am privileged. I have never found myself in a rapeable situation. But, more importantly, I have never allowed myself to be in that kind of situation. And let me tell you, I have been in some doozies. Like stopping random people on the south side of the City of Chicago, near 24th and Rockwell actually, asking them how to shift gears on a manual volkswagen cuz my boyfriend is passed out drunk.
Here is the thing. A certain well-known blogger and author did a column on rape being used unnecessarily as a plot device. This is stupid. Rape is not a plot device. If it is in the story it is to authenticate the historical period. It is not a trope. It is a reality. And to avoid talking about it is disingenuous. So maybe it wasn’t used as a plot device. Maybe it was a somewhat strained attempt to introduce a reality into the story. Or, we could have people saying, “Gee, that was a swell story. It is nice that people didn’t rape or even know what it was in those times.”
And how profound is this? “Truth in fiction is about authenticity.” What the fuck does that mean? Since we are trying to redefine everything else in our culture, at least semantically, are we going to redefine “fiction”or “truth” and/or “authenticity”. I mean, I have seriously wasted my whole long fucking life if, all along, I have been looking for truth and authenticity in my fiction reading. Fuck you, Raggedy Ann.
Comments closed, Chuck? You’re not the boss of my comments.
This just happened in the last few hours in a rough area of a city that will not be named. Tell me, honestly, from your gut and heart, without any political correct bull shit, do you have to ask the race of these people? The situation is, of this moment, unresolved, and several similar incidents occur regularly, many times each week. Who was in danger? Who was at fault? If you are not in the trenches, don’t comment on the war.
All times are approximate.
Patient was brought to ICU room 119 at 2000 after code blue on floor. Patient coded at 2016. Pulse returned, and family members were allowed to bedside two at a time. Patient coded again at 2050. While staff were running code, patient family members were congregating at the doorway of the room, yelling at staff to “Do something!”. Security was called for crowd control purposes. Patient expired at approximately 2105. ER Dr. went to family waiting room, where approximately 30 family members were waiting at request of security. When ER doctor informed the crowd that family had passed away, all of the family members began screaming and charging through the waiting room doors. Security officer was attempting to restrain them all from charging into the ICU, but there were too many of them pushing him and screaming. They pushed past him, scratching his arms and drawing blood in the process. Code grey was called at 2108. One more security officer arrived to room 119 in response to code grey. One security officer was standing in the doorway of the room, attempting to prevent them all from running into the room at the same time. Several staff members attempted to explain that the family needed to remain calm and they would all be allowed to see the patient in an orderly fashion. At least five family members were shoving the security officer in the room’s doorway, and screaming that they were going to “Beat the shit outta y’all”. I attempted to call the nursing supervisor (who had NOT been present at either of the code blues or the code grey) and after four failed attempts to reach the supervisor’s portable phone, I called the operator and asked her to page the supervisor overhead at approx 2114. She offered to call the supervisor’s portable phone, and I told her I had already done that several times, to no avail. She then said that she would page her. After three minutes of not hearing an overhead page, I called the operator back and asked her to please overhead page the supervisor, in the event that this was an emergency situation. At that time, she overhead paged the supervisor. During this time, every single one of the patient’s family members was standing in the hallway of the unit, wailing and screaming multiple obscenities. All the other patients on the unit were disturbed. Other patient family members were afraid to walk down the hallway to exit the unit. Several staff members, including myself, were taken away from providing care for their respective patients. When the nursing supervisor arrived, I told her that this group of family members was overpowering security and the situation was continually escalating, instead of calming down. She informed me she was going to call the CNO, because “her husband is a cop, and maybe he can do something under the radar”. Then she left the immediate area.
At this time, I decided the only option to ensure the safety of the staff (nurses and security) was to call (redacted) Police. I called 911 and explained the situation to them and requested their presence.