miss one day

And everything goes nuts.

We took the day for the Queen yesterday, because my boss royal-obsessed, and while I appreciate the day off, it generated a backlog that we’re dealing with in spades today.

Trade-offs are nice, but sometimes, I’d rather just have the work done.

Target: 900 words
Written: 1199 words, novella: The Mungk

sympathy for the devil

Was ever a better song written? Maybe, but it’d be close.

I don’t really like to rank or say something is my favourite, because that’s so often dependent on situation, mood and realistically, isn’t it enough to say something is cool or awesome or great without having to put it in some kind of order?

Still, there are songs or books or shows or movies or people that consistently suck me right in every time and I can’t help but love them. Cracker’s Low, Heavy Metal Drummer by Wilco, Pearl Jam’s Black, and of course, Sympathy For The Devil and Paint It Black.

I suppose my roots are showing, in age and pedigree.

Target: 900 words
Written: 3501 words, novella: The Mungk

grey day

It’s not as nice as yesterday. The sky has turned lifeless, like an old black and white television.

Still, it’s tolerable, and good for cutting grass.

The single worst entry I’ve ever made?

Target: 900 words
Written: 909 words, novella: The Mungk

it never ends

I haven’t had a proper weekend in a while. Of course, it naturally began with the security certificate randomly expiring for our mail server, despite me looking at that earlier in the week and seeing it was good until mid-October. Goodbye, Friday night.

The sooner my glimmer shines through, the better. The relentlessness of the current pace is exceedingly stressful.

Target: 900 words
Written: 817 words, novella: The Mungk


Out there trying to pass off like they’re the only patriots while they’ve repeatedly shot down bills helping veterans, bettering health care and you know, protecting the country against their own attempts at fascism.

Of course, on a dull day back in 2001, I woke up after a late night shift when a friend called to tell me to turn on the television. The only thing I could think while I watched the towers fall was how Republicans were going to use it to turn the country authoritarian. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that out – they’d been trying to since Reagan and Nixon. And now, they had their pretense.

The Bush family can talk shit about Trump all they want and be totally right about his corruption and his fascist desires, but they started this ball rolling. It was Reagan, Bush Sr. and the Neocons who paved the road for these wannabe dictators. They deserve much of the blame for it. They capitulated to terror by pushing for authoritarian policies. They stoked the fire. That it grew out of control does not absolve them of their responsibility for it existing in the first place.

Target: 900 words
Written: 1329 words, novella: The Mungk