new ways of thinking

Or old, technically. I have a whole thing to think about involving the nature of language and culture and ways of thinking, and…

Nope.

Someone’s here to pick up my brother’s dog.

Thoughts are for tomorrow, I guess.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 998 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Castle Of Wizardry, David Eddings
Comics: WildCats 3.0 16-19
Music: The Final Countdown, Europe (why are all bands named after cities, states and countries so fucking bad?)

back to this again

Some people are just fucking awful.

I thought we’d moved past this, and things were starting to get better; instead we fall back into old patterns.

Manipulative, selfish, deceitful patterns.

I want to walk away, but I can’t.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 1958 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Castle Of Wizardry, David Eddings
Comics: WildCats 3.0 12-15
Music: Figure 8, Elliott Smith

sometimes, my notes make me laugh

It’s like ongoing comedy at times, like when I pre-tank my book sales because of the florists’ boycott, or when I mistype said as saiad, and immediately decide that this is the new name for a depression nymph.

All this to avoid thinking about the slap in the face, the spit in the eye, the return to stupid games and lies by one of the most selfish individuals we have in our life.

Christ, I’m tired of insecure narcissists and their manipulative selfishness, with no regard as to who they hurt, or the lasting effect of their lies.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 2588 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Dead As A Doornail, Charlaine Harris
Comics: WildCats 3.0 8-11
Music: Fight For Your Mind, Ben Harper (Another Lonely Day is my favourite walking around song)

breakfast chili

Chili is my favourite thing to eat and cook, and I love to experiment with it – there’s so many versions a person can make.

Today it’s ground beef and chorizo, with the usual spices, some cayenne and jalapeno for heat, and, oh yeah.

Bacon and a fried egg on top.

How’s that for breakfast food?

Target: 1600 words
Written: 1761 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Dead As A Doornail, Charlaine Harris (very disjointed, this series)
Comics: WildCats 3.0 4-7
Music: A Fight For What Is Right, Closet Monster (and what is right is chorizo and bacon in chili)

i miss my babies

Nyka, Loki, Magnus, Cassie, Isis.

Man, we’ve lost so much.

So much.

I don’t know why today, but man, I’m gutted.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 1826 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Dead As A Doornail, Charlaine Harris
Comics: WildCats v2 24-27
Music: Fever To Tell, Yeah Yeah Yeahs

a white russian and a kind thought

It’s okay to have a drink.

I know it’s en vogue to make out anyone who has an alcoholic beverage to be an irredeemable drunk; so many shows and books turn even the most casual of drinkers into massive problems, but gimme a fuckin’ break.

For some people, they have to go cold turkey.

But for many, many others, it’s totally reasonable to have a drink without being labelled an alcoholic.

I’m so sick of the condemnation and outrage; the denial of possibility and nuance.

The non-existence of middle ground.

There was a time when we knew that not everything was black and white, that there was room for complexity. For moderation.

There is kindness beyond the outrage.

Try and remember that.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 954 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Gregor And The Marks Of Secret, Suzanne Collins (you know, this is one of the best written YA series ever - the depth of the subject matter... dark, man, for kid's stuff.  Great work.)
Comics: WildCats v2 20-23
Music: Fetch The Bolt Cutters, Fiona Apple

good times

Man, I love that kid. It’s a shame we have to leave today; at least we had fun.

Ice cream and new basketball nets and arts and crafts and Zootopia 2, plus the elevator game, where I lift her up, say what floor we’re on and then whatever absurdity happens to be on that floor (a floor full of Nanas, a floor of giraffes eating corn on the cob, a floor full of zombies, she loves that one, and the floor full of old people waiting to die).

We have weird tastes.

(I’ll tell you about my nieces and Russian Bear sometime).

Target: 1600 words
Written: 1905 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Side Hustle: From Idea To Income In 27 Days, Chris Guillebeau
Comics: WildC.A.T.S.: Mosaic 1, WildCats v2 7-9
Music: Feelin' Kinda Patton, Patton Oswalt

babysittin’

We get our granddaughter to ourselves tonight, following gymnastics and the building of a basketball net.

A rager awaits.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 1117 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Side Hustle: From Idea To Income In 27 Days, Chris Guillebeau
Comics: WildCats v2 4-6, Divine Intervention: WildC.A.T.S. 1
Music: Feel Good Lost, Broken Social Scene

did i oversexualize lynda carter?

I mean, didn’t everyone?

But, yeah. I’m supposed to be better than that. I still think, that to this day, she’s one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.

I’m also in awe of the kindness and compassion she shows, which is actually more attractive than her appearance ever could be.

Indeed, that kindness and compassion is one of the sexiest attributes anyone can have, regardless of gender or appearance.

Being a hateful thing only serves to strip of allure even the most beautiful of us.

Just ask Brigitte Bardot and her Marine LePen supporting ass.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 2093 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: Side Hustle: From Idea To Income In 27 Days, Chris Guillebeau
Comics: WildCats v2 1-3, Wild Times: Grifter 1
Music: Fearless (Taylor's Version), Taylor Swift (no comment)