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The Writer Was kidnapped By Internet Hamsters

They’re demanding her weight in cheese crackers, and let me tell you that’s a lot of cheese crackers.

Okay, that’s a blatant lie. I mean, look at that face. Could he kidnap anything, except perhaps with an excess of cuteness?

Actually the writer has come down with something, or perhaps re-come-down with something. Seems to be stomach flu with a side of exhaustion.

This wouldn’t be a big deal for posting the promo post, which requires no original writing, BUT it’s a problem for getti...

Welcome Fellow Time Travelers!

No, I didn’t lose my remaining pixie sticks. I’m speaking metaphorically.

Over the last few days I’ve been listening to a lot of people, some older, some younger than me getting trapped in the “coulda shoulda woulda” and berating themselves and wishing they were on some other path in life.

It’s not like I don’t have the same regrets. Oh, boy, howdy, do I ever.

It is the curse of humanity to forever wonder about paths not taken. The curse particularly affects smart people for some re...

Keeping the Faith

Yes, I stole it from MadMike. It’s okay. He probably stole it from someone.

This is not a religious post. It is a creedal one.

Guys, gals, mantis shrimpies, we’re headed into pretty hard times. We’re already living in a clown timeline, or if you prefer we’re living in a clown car that is inside a dumpster fire.

It’s situation normal, really. We’re doing pretty well for a country that’s been invaded and conquered by a death cult.

And no, I’m not even hanging out at the black dog cafe....

Kindle A Light For The Lost

While he works, in the office next to mine, my husband listens to podcasts. This is slightly surreal because it reminds me of Portuguese men doing their work to the continuous murmur of soccer reporting coming from a portable radio near them.

Yesterday he came to me, alarmed. He was listening to Mike Rowe, who had a guest on, who did the numbers beyond the official unemployment rate, the numbers as they used to be done, without the begs and the buts.

Apparently the real unemployment ra...

Whole a blast from the past from November 2013

*It’s interesting. I’ve gone on becoming more and more myself, to the point the person who wrote this post feels like a stranger. I guess this makes a good “How it Begun.” – SAH*

Whole a blast from the past from November 2013

So I thought I’d give a report, only it’s not a report on the current state of my writing so much as on the current state of my psyche – and no, it’s not whining.  In fact, it’s surprisingly not whining.

It’s almost exactly a year since I decided to throw cauti...

Wrecking Ball

Wrecking what’s there is not necessarily bad. It just depends on what you’re wrecking or how.

I remember when I was fifteen or so, going by a house that was being demolished and being a bit sad, because the room exposed was a nursery, with a beautiful forest scene painted on it, with all sorts of cute animals. It was something that was sad to destroy, but I realized that the structure of the house was probably no longer really habitable. I mean, Portugal is littered with these: beautifu...

Just Because

You’re not going to ask why, are you?

Rumbling

I’ve been waking in the night not with the horrors, but with a dull, tired resignation, half wanting the worst to happen, so that we can move on… which will only matter if I survive.

This has been going on for two weeks, after a dream so bad, so dreary that I will not describe it for fear that will seal it into truth. I’ve told it to three of you. But I don’t know if I conveyed the sheer sense of resigned dread in it. The sense of something horrible after which life will never be the sam...

The Masks Are Coming Off- A Blast From the Past From August 2018

*Sorry. It’s the sleep thing. I’d almost not slept the night before, so I slept like 11 hours before I could get moving this morning. So, I got up very late, and I NEED to clean the house, because husband has the day off and plans for late afternoon. I know I’ve been playing hooky a lot this week. Bear with me. I’ll try to make it better. – SAH*

The Masks Are Coming Off- A Blast From the Past From August 2018

For years, being a conservative or — in my case — a libertarian (no step on s...

Not Enough Coffee

Yes, I’ve still been having nightmares. And I’m obviously low on coffee. Which is why it’s so good I got a shipment of king Harv, to wit Hurricane blend.

Yes, they’re funny.

And because I’m fighting the urge to crawl back into bed, and I have a Barbarella script to finish, I’m going to link their funny page/homage to the late King Harv, himself.

King Harv, a man for all coffees seasons