Because Amazon said so

Okay, tomorrow is a free book day! I wanted to list it for free for good considering my new one is near ready, but Amazon says nope. What I can do is give it away on five days out of every ninety days, and I only used four the last go round. My ninety ends June 10th.

So, if you missed out, it will be free tomorrow!

In other news, the old cover will be back soon, minus binary, so I can safely say the artist didn’t base him off anyone. I haven’t ever known anybody by that name, despite anything I have said. He deserves nothing I get from this endeavor, does he?

I’m just saying, IF I knew someone like that, but I don’t, and never have.

So, tomorrow–Free book!

Grab it while it’s free!

Unexpectedly knocked up

That would make a really great Harlequin title, yes? I mean, that’s practically half of their romance novels subplot. Ironic I say that, when my book had a simular subplot. Okay, it’s the same. Melanie gets unexpectedly knocked up by Declan, who is a carrier of a bad birth defect, and low and behold, they find out she is too.

But I digress. That’s  not what I wanted to say.

I just wanted to say:

Congrats on your pregnancy. That’s actually hilarious. Birth control never works when not taken properly, and I can’t bank on you being intelligent enough to take it properly.

Don’t ask me how I know. I just do. Good luck with that.

Number 27!

Thank you to everyone who has picked up a free copy of my book. I seem to have made it to number 27 in sagas on Amazon.

Its surprising, and wonderful to hear, so thank you very much. I hope to have new material out at some point this summer, but mind you, it will be different than Subject Alpha.

I was told I should tell more of myself, because some have expressed an interest. I’m not sure why, but they have. I figured most would learn about me through my incessant complaining on this blog.

A tidbit of mine is I have an autistic child, and you know what? I can’t stand people who say autism means damaged. My son isn’t damaged. He is so smart, and just recently made honor roll. Talk about being a proud mum!

I will get this out of the way. No, vaccines didn’t cause it, and neither did gmos or gluten or whatever the new scare of the week is. Vaccinate your kids, for God’s sake.

My other child is an avid gamer. If there’s a game, he’s going to play it, and probably beat it. I don’t do that, “no video games, lets be mindful and do crafts in our tv free room instead,” crap. If it’s one thing I can’t stand, its sanctimommys. I also allow this child to play pretty much whatever game he wants, and we let him see deadpool. He’s eleven. Now is where I have tons of people frothing at the mouth, ready to type out a poorly written response as to why I am such a terrible mother.

If you were about to do that, don’t bother. See, I saw that movie too, and the hilarious aspect was every one was flipping out over the sexual content, particularly deadpool getting butt plumbed by his lady on women’s day. That scene was implied and it was barely ten seconds. Twenty if you count the montage. Yet, nobody said a word about the violence in the movie. There is a scene, where he shoots people and their heads explode. There is brain matter on the ground, yet that’s not what concerned everyone. I found that hilarious.

Now, I was raised in the ancient 80s and 90s, and I was allowed to watch pretty much anything I wanted to, however, if boobs or butt came on, I had to turn my head until it was over, but when Jason Vorhees gutted a girl, that was okay.

I think boobs and sex are the least of my worries and my kid is old enough and mature enough to know about it, and what it constitutes.

So long story short, butt out. You do you and yours, but try not to get sanctimonious with others. Nobody likes a sanctimommy.

Have a great day!

Excerpt from new book

Gosh, have I been busy. I realized today that I haven’t put up a post in a while. So, real quick, I’ll give you an excerpt from my upcoming book, “The Black Summer Rain: After Midnight,” which will hopefully be out by June or July. I definitely have to have it out by November.

See, I started it four years ago. Its a post apocalyptic political satire, and lets just say, I based the president in the novel, off a man like Trump. Now that him being president is a real possibility, I almost feel like I predicted a possible future.

So, without any delay, here’s an excerpt. I hope you enjoy, and keep an eye out here, or on my Facebook for more information!

“I admit, I kind of liked the guy. He was so ballsy, and said all the things so many of us were thinking. It was that reason alone that he stole the election with a landslide victory. Uneducated, unconcerned people just like me who thought our country needed more balls, and less sensitivity. I assumed more balls, meant we would be a stronger country, and less people would fuck with us, but with balls comes the provoking and that man provoked all the wrong people. Then the bombs fell, and we shattered beneath them. Because of how we treated some of our allies, very few were willing to help, or so I heard. Even Britain was hesitant. I guess we all thought we were invincible. Untouchable. The bombs came from an alliance we didn’t expect, but always feared in the back of our minds. Its funny, we didn’t know any of this until help came from an unlikely source. I didn’t realize just how much we relied on technology for everything. All news we had after the bombs was sheer speculation. Nobody knew the real truth of the matters at hand. All we knew is we were nuked, and the country was ruined, and nobody seemed to be helping. Captain Docev said that president Vangalov was eager to help the Americans by sending in someone, primarily because his ego was as big, if not bigger than our own, and lets face it, the idea of us owing Russia a favor, because they stepped in for us when no one else would, was a reality that even I had to laugh at. Laughing helped in most situations. For me anyways, but laughter didn’t get rid of the fallout. Laughter didn’t rebuild our cities, or our alliances. Even so, laughter did make me feel better as I sat at the rickety table in what used to be my only friends tornado cellar, sharing a meal with Sarah, Captain Docev and his medic Ile with Jake playing his guitar in the background. For a moment, it seemed normal, like nothing bad had happened, but then I would look up, and remember that the outside world was a mess, and even with the Serbians, Russians, and whoever else was around, it didn’t do much to stave the fear. So, I enjoyed the moment, and my companions company, knowing full and well that any moment could be our last. At least right that second, everything seemed normal. Just for a second.”

JCHS Class of 2002. Indians forever.

Firstly, yes our mascot was the Indians, and if anyone shouts racism, or cultural appropriation, I will find you, and throw something at you. Consider the fact many of us are native descent, and your whining is hearby moronic.
But that’s not what I came to speak of.

No. As you all may be aware, last week, another classmate of ours left us. He was rear ended by a, what I presume to be a distracted driver, while on his motorcycle. He didn’t make it.

First up, put your phones down. I am merely speculating at this point, but it’s a known fact that drivers using their phones cause too many accidents. So, put your phone down. It can wait.

However, I must gloat on my class. We graduated fourteen long years ago, and the man who passed, didn’t actually graduate with us. He had to leave in the middle of high school to care for his ailing mother, who passed in 2001.

And now he is with her. Finally able to see her like he has been waiting to do for the past fifteen years.

Even though he didn’t graduate with us, he was still an Indian. He was still a part of us, and we all reconnected once social media became a thing. He wasn’t any different. So, when we heard of what happened, our class banded together, once again, taking donations, mainly for flowers from our class as a whole, but we hoped for a little extra to give his family to help with costs. He was young. Just 31 years old, and at that age, we all presume we have a lot of time left, so nobody thinks of life insurance, or pre funeral planning, and funerals are expensive. I’m not sure how much the average cost in America is, but I once read that it was around $6,000. Even his obituary had an in lieu of flowers, asking for donations to help with costs, and we didn’t expect to raise as much as we did.

After it was all said and done, we purchased a $30 arrangement, and was able to give his family, $315 to help with costs. I know in a sense, compared to costs, maybe that’s not that much, but it was more than we anticipated, and because of all of this, I am so proud of my class.

I have shared this quote before, and it fits here. Rest in peace, Mark. Enjoy the Yahtzee game with your mother. We will miss you.

“That which belongs to fellowship and love, that which belongs to the circle, remains with us. The wheel turns. As life is a day, so our brother has passed into night. Nothing is final, and we who remain behind know that one day, we will once again share the bread and wine with our brother.
O’ blessed spirit, we bid you farewell, for you await a new destiny.”

Niche erotica, starring people you don’t like

Chuck Tingle has inspired me to start writing niche erotica in my spare time, and it will star characters based on people I don’t like, because I am immature.

First story will be gay, possibly dinosaur, or objectum sexual based, starring a tall, long haired, slender Balkan with a large nose who will be seduced by a large, sexy water tower. Afterwards a pterodactyl will swoop in, and take him to his nest, and– what’s that? Someone already did the pterodactyl thing?

Shit.

Okay, well after making love to the water tower, a …. centaur will whisk him away to centaurville, where he meets the… half ape, half horse man of his dreams, and they get married, and pop out a couple of centaur babies. Then Yankow, our protagonist, finds out that the centaur is cheating, and he divorces him and moves to Los Angeles where he meets a sexy fender that belongs to Ice Cubes Bentley. After a particularly hot scene, the fender whisks him away to the Bahamas where he is eaten by a shark.

Sounds ridiculous?

Its not any more ridiculous than what Chuck Tingle puts out!

Yes, I read the jet plane one, and two others out of curiosity.

Just… I can’t even explain it. Just read one. Or go to YouTube and find a dramatic reading of it. The guy is getting popular. I guess that’s the way to get successful. Don’t write an amazing epic, or a fantasy, or a story where you kill everyone (looking at you Martin).

Niche erotica is the future.

THIS SONG IS DEEP!

There are a lot of songs out there, usually out of one hit wonders, that get labeled as novelty songs, and more often than not, people claim the song is bad, and that they hate it. However, some times a well known band puts out a song, and it is thrown under the bus as a stupid, meaningless song, and people wonder how it even charted. Today’s terms call this an, “awesomely bad” song.

Case in point, the authors of the popular song, “white rabbit” known to 60s fans as Jefferson Airplane, decided to put out a song in the 80s, under practically the same name, except airplane was replaced with starship. Now, I don’t know a thing about these guys. I was also too lazy to look anything up. I’m just here to tell you that their 80s song, “We Built This City,” is actually pretty deep. Despite cries about how it’s dumb and awful, it actually does have a message, and I presume most who trash it, never actually paid attention. In fact, the song is so bad, I referenced it in my book, “Subject Alpha,” available on Amazon for just 99 cents!

So now, I present to you, dear readers, and those of you who only read my blog because you think me an entertaining trainwreck (I love you guys, too) I present to you the real meaning of Jefferson Starship’s, “We Built This City.” Remember, my thoughts are in parenthesis!

“We Built This City”

Music and lyrics by Jefferson Starship

We built this city
We built this city on rock and roll
(The only city I know of that was truly built on rock n roll would be San Francisco. This song came out in the 80s. Picture it, San Francisco, circa 1980s)
Built this city
We built this city on rock and roll

Say you don’t know me or recognize my face
(Obviously this man has run into somebody from his past who doesn’t seem to be happy to see him)
Say you don’t care who goes to that kind of place
(I’m assuming these two used to hang out at a seedy bar or perhaps a free love convention, and one still goes while the other doesn’t, and is trying to distance himself from it, while appearing non judgmental)
Knee deep in the hoopla, sinking in your fight
(The 1980s was notorious for the yuppie movement. Free lovers from the 60s had turned to corporate robots, working a 9-5, and fighting for the American dream, but…)
Too many runaways eating up the night
(It backfired, see the 1980s saw a mass influx of teenage runaways who felt stifled by what was expected of them by their parents. Here, he’s suggesting that the yuppie parenting isn’t working for teens. They’re running away because they want the freedom to be themselves, and not a corporate robot that their parents turned into)

Marconi plays the mambo, listen to the radio
(Marconi invented the radio, primarily to send messages to and from various people. Remember the titanic? Those messages were sent on an old Marconi rotary spark gap. I don’t know if the man did much with Mambo, however)
Don’t you remember?
We built this city
We built this city on rock and roll
(Here, he’s trying to remind his former hippie friend that they built an entire generation on free love, rock n roll, and over all good times.)

We built this city
We built this city on rock and roll
Built this city
We built this city on rock and roll
(Just hammering the point home in a chorus. You can’t complain about repetition. Today’s music has a ton of annoying repetition. See– any hip hop or pop song)

Someone’s always playing corporation games
(Meaning, you may think you’re free. You may think you control your life, but you don’t. The corporation you work for, owns you)
Who cares, they’re always changing corporation names
(The 1970s-1980s saw a lot of mergers, and corporate name changes. This lyric also alludes to the fact that two people call things by different names, but it’s still the same thing.)
We just want to dance here, someone stole the stage
(Here, she means that the place they used to be themselves at, is no longer there. The people, the stage, it’s all gone. Its a heart wrenching lyric about how painful changing times can be)
They call us irresponsible, write us off the page
(Because they still adhere to their lifestyle from the 60s, they are called irresponsible and ignored by those who changed)

Marconi plays the mambo, listen to the radio
Don’t you remember?
We built this city
We built this city on rock and roll

We built this city
We built this city on rock and roll
Built this city
We built this city on rock and roll
(It’s a catchy little diddy. .)

It’s just another Sunday
In a tired old street
Police have got the choke hold, oh
Then we just lost the beat
(Sunday is full of church goers and laziness. Your last day off before being a slave to the grind for five days straight. Here they mean that they are no longer allowed to speak out, or protest, because the cops will stifle them. It also alludes to most people using Sunday as a day of rest. Those who do, dare not use that day off to go protest change somewhere. Even if they did, the cops shut them down. Not that people would listen anyways)

Who counts the money underneath the bar?
Who rides the wrecking ball into our guitars?
(They are alluding to the idea that selling out, and money force bad change onto musicians. Like Jefferson Starship.)
Don’t tell us you need us ’cause we’re the ship of fools
Looking for America, coming through your schools
(This means, whether you like it or not, no matter how much you try to shelter or influence your child to be like you, musicians that you don’t like, with their ideas you hate, will find a way into your child’s mind. You cannot force your child to be just like you.)

(Here was a radio clip where some guy was looking over the golden gate bridge on a sunny Saturday. I’ll ignore it. It serves no point.)

The rest of the song is repetition of the chorus. So I’ll leave that out since it’s been discussed.
Now, take a close look at those lyrics. This song is about never forgetting your roots. This song is about not being a corporate slave. This song is telling you to let your children be who they want to be!
Bet you never thought of it that way before!
Man, this song is deep!!

Another devastating loss

I am not an admin, merely a good friend who has known Becka (Miss Theberges real name) for years.

It is with a heavy heart that I announce a small hiatus from her due to another loss. For her privacy, I won’t go into specifics, but I ask anyone reading this to keep her, her family and friends in your thoughts and prayers. We will need a lot of strength to get through it.

I know she has some material backed up for such a time, and I will try and post some as time sees fit.

Thank you.