Sarah A. Hoyt's Blog, page 164

Things Yet Dreamed Of

Actually, I lie. This is beyond supremely lazy. Particularly because I’m right now working on 3 novels and a rewrite on a script at the same time, so you guys aren’t going to see this any time soon.

For the record, though, I can’t start every day with a dose of politics, because then it takes me till 10 pm to be able to write fiction, which means I get up late, which means…. yeah. That. And for some reason I’m not getting guest posts. I guess I’ve become a tad-bit radioactive. Who knew?...

Waiting For The Other Shoe

As we sit here, waiting for the other shoe to drop, almost weekly, if not daily, I field the question “Why isn’t anyone doing anything yet?” This is usually followed by wails that we’ll do nothing that we’ll just sit here and take it.

There are two things to take into account. The first is that most people aren’t us. Most people aren’t political junkies who know every stupid, unjust and just plain suicidal executive order coming from on high, from the office of the vice-roi of the middle ...

The Dog That Didn’t Bark

I’m feeling very guilty today, because yesterday I was kind of rude to someone on email, the someone having — admittedly — tried to put me in my place both as to my — rather hilariously presumed — youth and to my saying that he was underestimating the American people. This person might or might not be a living legend, (it’s a common name) but his message was a long “do you know who I am?” and also arrived at a time when I had an infernal splitting headache I’d been nursing for two days.

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Lazy

I’m lazy today. Yes, I owe you chapters, but at this point, I need to read what I have, before I write. And I need to finish a novel.

So….. you know…. This is just something to amuse you.

Blame it on older son who was amusing himself by using it as fortune cookies and shared the funniest ones and infected me….

It’s really funny. Some are insane. Some are just “aroo”? Some are trite. And some make you go “Oh? What does this mean?” And some… well, there’s something in them.

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No More Silence Now

I apologize for what I’m about to do. No truly, because no one deserves this ear worm. But it’s time to shout.

Shout, shout, let it all out.

Seriously.

This was brought about by an article from Glenn Reynolds who says that despite the fact none of us agrees with woke bullshit, a tiny minority is succeeding in silencing the majority.

He’s right on that. what he’s wrong on is the roots of this: how we got where we are. How the left came to be in control. Why they think they can imp...

Do What You Can

When I was a kid, I used to get completely and thoroughly panicky before any big or meaningful test (and my idea of big and meaningful was somewhat skewed, looking back.) You see, no matter how hard I worked, no matter how much I studied, I was never perfect (now, there were several physiological reasons for this, including undiagnosed ADD and sensory issues. But of course I was never going to be perfect, anyway.) And then I would get back a test with an A which always shocked me. I felt lik...

Arachnophilia

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If Mr.Boyd hadn’t been a perfect bastard, Sally would never have had a close encounter of the third kind.

No, wait, we’re telling it all wrong.

If Sally hadn’t dropped her keys right in front of her door, she’d never have seen the giant green spiders.

Of course, the reason that Sally dropped her keys is that she was practically sleep walking, and honestly shouldn’t have been driving. And that was because Mr. Boyd was a bastard who kept trying to make his programmers deliver on what...

Build Back Better

One of the most amusing things about the left is their absolute certainty that they know better than everyone else and that if only they ran the circus, everything would be perfect.

I’m not 100 percent sure where this insanity comes from, except for saying that it’s common in philosopher-kings. I.e. people well enough off that they have no idea how most people live, where food comes from, etc. Take one of those people and cram their heads full of theoretical knowledge. Particularly if you...

I Don’t Want To Write This Post

I got this post in my head, fully written. And I don’t want to type it, because typing it in makes it real.

I do not know where it came from, except perhaps from the fact that over this last year here and on various private groups I’ve seen a lot of you surface. Because you were in one of those marriages where you always cancelled each other’s votes. And it didn’t matter. Because you still agreed on all the important things. Or sometimes, it wasn’t a marriage, but your kids, or your pare...

Sigh. Sorry

Sorry. I didn’t get a post up yesterday and today is insane. Don’t worry, I’m alive. Just really busy.