Thursday, April 24, 2014


Okay, I've gotten Pendragon Resurgent edited according to suggestions from Grumpy Bastard (thanks, btw), and I'm starting "Bar Tabs."  Hopefully, this won't take more than a couple of days.


Grumpy Bastard got Pendragon Resurgent to beta read last night, at around 10:00 pm CDT.  He's already gotten feedback to me--the email landed in my inbox at 6:30 am. 

I think that's one of the fastest turn-around times I've seen yet--the last beta reader that did that didn't sleep that night. 

Since TinCan Assassin moved up here to a place five blocs from mine, I'm just going to print a copy for him, and one for his wife, after I correct what Grumpy Bastard spotted. 

Wednesday, April 23, 2014


I have finished the revision draft of Pendragon Resurgent.  Now to start work on the back cover blurb, finding front cover art, and waiting on feedback from my beta readers.

And in our local public school district...

...we have this.

Granted, innocent until proven guilty, and it's entirely possible that some kid that wanted something he didn't get made something up, but I'd rather not have my kids in public schools where getting screwed by a teacher is a greater likelihood than in private, parochial school. 

I'd be happiest if they'd cooperate with being home schooled.

Our librarian is expecting.

The one that works the circulation desk (hands me my classroom key most mornings).  She had a plate of cookies to share the joy. 

I am incredibly happy for her, and flabbergasted.  I'm pretty sure she's planning to keep working her full time job after the baby comes, and I don't understand how anybody can do it, or why they would. 

She looked kinda green, so I told her about the trick I learned with my two: sour candy eases morning sickness. She was rather enthusiastic in thanking me, so I guess I was timely with that tip.  I only wish I'd had some to hand over to her.

(I also suggested a Sam's Club membership.  200+ diapers in a package for $35 is well worth a $45/year membership.)

I do wish her joy and happiness, pray for a healthy, happy pregnancy, and hope she doesn't over-stretch herself between home, baby, and job. 

Monday, April 21, 2014


Imp [whining]: Momma, I want a drink.

Me: Stop whining, and eat your supper.

Imp [still whining]: Momma, I want a drink.

Me: You have a cup of chocolate milk in the fridge that you can have after you eat your supper.  The sooner you stop whining and eat, the sooner you can have it.

(a couple of minutes pass)

Imp [still whining]: Momma, I want a napkin.

Me: No.  Now stop whining, and eat.  You have three more chances.  If you don't stop whining, you will be spending the entire evening alone in your room, and you won't be allowed to watch anything later.

(a couple of minutes pass)

Imp [still whining]: Momma, I gotta poop.

Me: You went just before supper.  Stop whining and eat.

Imp [still whining]: Momma, I gotta pee.

Me: No.  Last chance, son.  Stop whining, and eat.

Imp [whining with the addition of crocodile tears]: Momma, I want a drink!

Me: I warned you.  You will be spending the evening by yourself in your room.

Of course, that was followed up by genuine tears, and a promise that he'd stopped, and that he'd eat his supper, and that he'd be good, but...too late.  He's going to be going to his room as soon as he's done in the bathroom, and he'll not be coming out until it's time to brush teeth, then go to bed. 

I witnessed, during my office hours two weeks ago, the results of not placing and enforcing consequences: a whole flood of students who'd not turned in work on time bugging the communications computer lab tech about why couldn't they see their assignments to turn in two months ago, and could they still make that up, and could he fix things for them. 

That wasn't all I saw: I saw a grown man, in his thirties or forties, throw a fit at the nice Vietnamese lady who makes Starbucks' black coffee taste good because they'd run out of the blueberry scones in the case.  And when I say throw a fit, I mean screaming, red-faced, stomping, slapping his hands down on the counter, making everybody stare at him fit.  And no, I don't think he was special needs, just spoiled.

Both of those things could have been avoided by these individuals running up against firmly enforced, clear, fair consequences for poor choices and bad behavior in their childhood. 

Holy shit...

I've actually gotten caught up with the housework I'd fallen two months behind on. 

Now to pick back up going forward. 

Sunday, April 20, 2014

As seen on an older friend's facebook:

"[Spouse*] and I have found that Medicare is the best thing since sliced bread.  Too bad our kids probably won't get it."

Okay.  Let me calm the fuck down for a couple of minutes, because that just hit my rage button.




Nope, not helping. 



That's it: I'm done.  That was the absolute last of my mental fortitude and energy.  I'm going to bed. 

*Name redacted to protect any children and/or grandchildren these cock-biting cumleaches may or may not have, by preventing them from being linked to such utter stupidity.

Happy Easter

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Random ramblings

Sorry for the late blogging start--I've fallen behind really badly in my housework, and I'm trying to get caught back up now that I'm feeling a bit better. 

Two months ago, I noticed that it felt like my thyroid meds quit working not too long after I got the refill.  I thought I'd gotten a weak or off batch, and jumped early on the refill.  It worked well enough to lift the brain fog somewhat, but my energy never came back up.

My next thought was that I'd need a stronger prescription, and we'd see next fall when I got my blood tests done. 

Odysseus didn't want to wait that long, and so he went looking online to see if there was anything that could be done to help support thyroid function--if I was eating something I shouldn't, or wasn't eating something I should--and found that there were a few vitamins, herbs, and minerals that might help.  He went on Thursday to the local health food store, and looked for them, finding a bottle marked "Thyroid."  So, he got it for me.  It was close to $19 for 90 capsules, but it's working.  I have enough energy to do housework for the first time in a couple of months.

So far, I have the living room most of the way cleaned up, the kitchen halfway cleaned up, the heaviest of the winter clothes packed away, and the tee shirts pulled out.  I've also got the laundry all washed, but for the bedding and the towels.  I still need to put away all the clean clothes, finish picking stuff up off the floor to vacuum in the living room, sweep and mop the kitchen, and finish with all the little stuff I've been ignoring in favor of getting the big stuff done.

And yes, the kids have been helping.  They've been helping enough that they're going to get extra in their allowance next weekend. 

The imp has been begging for new toys, lately.  So, we looked around Walmart for something he could buy with his allowance, and we found that there were some new engines and things from Thomas the Tank Engine Take 'n' Play sets.  We helped him count out five dollars of quarters, and then let him pay for his own toy separately.

The pixie asked to buy a toy, too.  I agreed to loan her the money, with the understanding that she'd pay me back as soon as we got home.  She chose a baby Disney Princess--Ariel.  And she handed the baby and the money over to the cashier herself.  She was so proud of herself (and so dang adorable).

She has since been singing to her new dolly and rocking her and feeding her with the bottle that came with her.

The imp played outside for quite a while.

She's still down for a nap.

He's trying to be quiet.

The cats, on the other hand, are not trying to be quiet.  Up until a few moments ago, they were thundering up and down the hall, chasing and tackling one another.

The dog has been up to her old antics: snatching the brush out of my hand and flinging it across the kitchen, throwing her squeaky toys under my foot as I'm stepping down when I have an armload of stuff (kids' breakfasts, this morning) and startling the shit out of me, and refusing to come in when I go out to get her.  I'm beginning to think I'm going to just need to feed her in her pen, because she wouldn't come inside until nearly eleven last night.

I have one more day of lecture on Tuesday, then working my ass off grading papers as fast as I can while they blog for the rest of the semester.  I only have four more class days, two of which are days with office hours.

(And part of the reason I'm working so hard on trying to catch up with housework is so that I can get caught up with what I'd let slide before class on Tuesday.)

Writing had, quite frankly, stalled again.  Between the lack of physical energy, having trouble focusing, and having had a tendency to fall asleep when I try to work, I've gotten very little done.  I've gotten back into it as of last night after I got the kids to bed.  So the revision of Pendragon Resurgent is coming along slowly but surely. 

I'm waiting for the final feedback on Lizzy's Tail (or Tale--I'm having trouble deciding), and waiting on the cover art, and then I'll be pushing that through the publication process.  I'm planning on putting that at the $3.99 minimum price, plus a $0.99 Kindle version.  

I've started building the bare bones of the story lines in Fire and Forge, the next installment in Modern Gods.  I've also decided how I'm going to write the appendix to make it worthy of a $0.99 price point as a Kindle story (and it's going to be my next project).  So, once I'm done with the children's book, and Pendragon is sent off to my beta readers, I'll be working on "Bar Tabs."

I think that's pretty much it for the week...

Friday, April 18, 2014

Self punishing...

My imp just now went to bed.  I am absolutely out of patience with him, and just want some damn quiet time. 

He wasn't too badly behaved until just a few minutes ago.  He came out and told me he was done cleaning up (he wasn't), and wanted some snuggles.  I told him to go in his room and wait for just a minute, while I said goodnight to his aunt, with whom I was speaking on the phone. 

He did not. 

Instead, he chose to do the opposite of what I said, and actually ran toward me.  He is not permitted to run in the house because he does not watch where he's going, and tends to trip over random crap that appears in the floor for him to trip over. 

So, he disobeyed once with coming over in the first place, then disobeyed a set rule by running.  And he tripped over the shoes he left on the floor in front of the couch, falls forward, and smacked the bridge of his nose (right below his eyebrows) on the edge of my end table.

I feel no sympathy for him at this point.  None. 

I guess I am just going to have to let him hurt himself to figure out the hard way why the rules are there, because the little twerp simply does not listen to my explanations, nor does he obey the rules.

FFOT: my thyroid

Apparently, either my meds have been too near their expiration date, have been watered down, or I've quit responding to them.  It's been two months since I had the energy to do clean the living room, sort and put away laundry, or more than the bare minimum with the dishes. 

And that can fuck the fucking fuck off, because I have a shit ton of work to do. 

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Cooler than shit.

Apparently, there is a music school in Holland--called The Metal Factory--that does more than just music.  They also do "entrepreneurship: the management side, booking, merchandising... also history and music theory": something that university music programs here don't do. 

Here, in the U.S., a degree in music is almost worthless, outside of teaching.  The only things my university's program requires are dedication, a willingness to spend almost twice as long as anyone else (and rack up debt so doing), and a butt-ton of instruments and vocals classes, as well as a complete and total lack of stage fright (concerts and recitals are very, very much required).  It doesn't require something students can use to make a living.  It doesn't seem to hold the expectation that the students can make a living with it.

I like that the Dutch school emphasizes the practical with the music, the theory, and the history.

Now, that's a good sign.

So.  We're back to this.  Only, this time, it's in Ukraine. 

Last time, the Jews were rounded up and shoved into ghettos--where they were easy targets for the local governments to aim angry citizens at, and where it was simple to blast through and hand out beatings, rapes, pillaging, and burning. 

And that was just in eastern Europe and Asia. 

And it got worse, as it always does.

Worse yet? They don't have an effective means of self-defense, as everyone in the US has access to, legally or not.

And this is what our own government wants us to face.

No, thanks.

Oh, ow...I rolled my eyes too hard.

Remember my post about my take on taking the Lord's name in vain?  Well, here's an egregious example of some dumb twat doing exactly that.. 

I really don't think God's gonna be happy about this one.  The arrogance of announcing that his place in heaven is assured when the fruit of his tree is rotten is probably gonna work against him.