I’m having a real dilemma after today’s lunch adventure in my new work neighborhood. I feel like I might be a prude of the worst order. But, then, maybe not. What happened today could simply prove that I am a pervert who doesn’t know how to deal with reality. Maybe I’m just, like, pathetic or something. I truly don’t know. Somewhere in all of this is some kind of truth. Maybe. If there is such a thing. All I know for sure is that what follows is the reality of my day. So here goes: Continue reading Prude, Pragmatist, or Pervert?
This picture/meme came over my Facebook feed today. I’ve seen several like it recently. I don’t know if I’ve just had the right amount of beer tonight or what, but I saw that and couldn’t not say something. And before I do, I’d like to point out that I am and have always been a registered Republican. Full-on gun owner. The whole nine yards. I am also a husband and father. Less than six months ago, I was at a McDonalds with my 23-year-old daughter and saw a man—dressed as a man—follow her into the bathroom. On nothing but reflex, I was up and into the women’s restroom after him. He was in a stall peeing, door open, fully exposed. I made him incredibly uncomfortable glaring at him—I’m rather large at 6’4, 340 lbs, and yes, I do work out in addition to all the beer fat, and no, there was nothing but hate in me—definitely no interest as to why he was in there. I just wanted to break him. Continue reading Why Transgender Dudes Aren’t Going to Rape Our Wimmins
At long last and, yes, at least 6 months behind schedule (and surely to be another 6 at least), I’ve finished the first draft of book 6 of the Galactic Mage series. That image there is a screen shot of the actual “The End” that you will, hopefully, one day read. I never delete that once I’ve typed it. Even with massive revisions, or were I to dump that whole chapter, I’d copy and paste that “The End” to the new stuff. Call me silly, call me superstitious, it’s all probably true. It’s fine.
You may notice that I’ve changed the title back to the original title back to Alien Outcomes, which those paying close attention will notice that entertained simply Outcomes for a long time more recently. But, that’s what it is, and, finally, it’s ready for editing. Continue reading Alien Outcomes – February 2016 update – Book 6 of the Galactic Mage Series
I am proposing a political-post ceasefire for December. It’s the end of the year; it’s the Christmas and Hanukkah holidays for many, and, well, what we all need right now is niceness. We need forgiveness. We need people to be kind to one another and stop, at least for a time, with all the half-true political posts, the snarky memes meant to piss some people off while preaching to the choir of those who agree with. We need a general willingness that we will stop posting things knowing full well someone out there will be made to feel bad, mad, or sad upon seeing it. And don’t tell me you don’t do that, because you know perfectly well that sometimes you like or share something knowing full well it’s going to piss at least someone off. I’m not claiming innocence here. I do it, too. But we should stop.
“But why?” you say. And, well, the answer is simple:
Because it’s not nice. Nor is it going to change anything. Continue reading Political Posts as Social Media Terrorism
WARNING: Profanity ahead. Don’t read this if you are my mom or you can’t handle profanity.
How can any company possibly have as terrible customer service as Comcast? It’s like, to suck this bad, they seriously must go out and recruit college students who major in subjects like “Go Fuck Yourself” and “Eat Shit Assface, I Hate You.” They find them, hire them, and have them shape their company direction. There is literally no other way a company could possibly suck as bad as this terrible abortion of anything resembling the idea of customer focused enterprise that is Comcast. God, I hate them. Continue reading Comcast Sucks: a Super Profane Rant – Do Not Read
We all know this kind of thing is inevitable; we are every day alerted to whatever child has been kidnapped or abused somewhere in our violent nation. We hear it every day, over and over, on every channel, the warnings. We hold our babies near us and cringe with every report and re-report and re-re-broadcast of the most recent child incident, dreading it might happen to us, to ours. Even if the report came from thousands of miles away, or from some other country, or even if it is only a rehashed report from months ago that we already heard sixty-three times, it’s terrifying! Continue reading Dazed 10 Year Old Has Seizure, Escapes Home and Is Pounced on by Pedophiles—I Was There and Saw It All Happen!
Well, basically I am dumping about 80 pages. Garbage can city. Might only be 56, but might be 102 or so. We’ll see how many. Doesn’t matter how many. They have to go.
I’ve been sticking to my outline very carefully, and, frankly, as much as my outlines are so vital to my process, I have always said I would never be ruled by them. And, well, I kind of let myself be here in the last book. But I am rebelling.
Continue reading May 2015 – Progress Update on Book 6 of The Galactic Mage Series
So I am going to a wedding this weekend. I hate weddings. It’s not just because I can’t dance and therefore hate dancing, which is ultimately what the whole goddamn thing ends up being about. If it was just dancing, fine. Whatever. Have an open bar and watch how much I don’t care about dancing. However the one thing that never ends and can’t be ignored about all these damn weddings is the unending requirement of stupid formal attire. An F-ing suit. Continue reading Could You People Please Stop Dying and Getting Married. Thanks.
Everyone knows that you should never bring up “religion or politics” in polite company. None of us actually ever do … at least not in “real life”. I mean, when was the last time you were hanging out at a bar or at the hair salon and just whipped out your most emotive ideas about abortion or global warming or the war in Iraq?
“Hey, Sally, I love what you do for my doo. You’re the best stylist in the world. So, what do you think about those Bible-thumping Inquisitors siding with rapists and actually trying to expand male-subjugation of women in our modern rape culture?”
Or maybe …
“Hey, Joe, thanks. You mix the best whiskey sour ever. Aren’t you super offended by murderous sinners carving unborn babies out of women’s bodies and mutilating them to death?”
This blog entry (well, the part I copied below) is actually copied from an email I sent to Sutter Hospital after a grueling experience getting my wife through a gallbladder surgery. I’ll set this email up by pointing out that we actually went to another hospital in town TWICE before in the last three months with the EXACT same issues, and got all the same tests (and paid for them every time) and yet, nothing. Then, due to the suddenness of the attack, and exasperation of the previous experiences, my wife went to Sutter General (downtown Sacramento) instead of the other hospital closest to our house.
In fact, not only was it solved, it turned out to be the thing we kept trying to tell the other hospital we were pretty sure it was, given family history, symptoms, etc. (and yes, I get that hospitals and doctors can’t let dumbass patients make their own diagnoses; I’m just saying, we WERE right, and the other hospital people wouldn’t even bother to check that too, along with all the other crap they are obligated to test for, and that they charged us for both times, again etc., which is fine, doing their job, blah blah). Plus everyone at that other, nearby hospital was cranky. My wife heard them complaining about being tired and about how many people kept calling in sick and not coming in, so everyone was beat down and miserable to even be there. (Probably a cycle that perpetuates itself.) Continue reading A Thank You Note to the Sutter Folks Who Helped My Wife