I have decided to ax a post. I hit the publish button and then went, eh. Why does anyone need to read that? They don’t.
I have a book out, Aftermath: Boise, Idaho and am working on getting another one into final editing. That’s Remarkable Women of Brokenheart Lane.
I have had a pretty good year writing-wise.
My short story, Mouse and Man, was published in the Sun, in April.
My short story, Greenhorn, was in the Whistle Pig’s Volume 12.
I helped co-write a screenplay based on a short story of mine from Oregon Gothic.
There’s other things out there that got accepted and hey, good for me.
So will press forward this last very long month to be. Will skip Christmas, spend it on my own.
Onward and upward to a bright new year. [Hopefully?]
And thanks to all who read my scattershot blog and thanks to those who support me, even only slightly and thanks to this year about being nearly OVER ALREADY.
Is anyone else exhausted by the attempted coup everything from trumpie and company?
That above pic is Jake. Yes, he’s the best dog, a good boy, a furbaby and thoroughly spoiled in the best ways possible.
There was that one day of joy, when Biden got past the 270 mark, then…eighteen million months of trump throwing tantrums as the GOP and the Dems tiptoed around him. The waiting for Jan 20 so this current attempt to overthrow a legal election can be tucked under all the rugs ever and…ugh.
I can’t even. Is that still even a phrase??
I’m tired. I’m low, tired and pancake flat all the time now by all this happening in America. I just want to punch someone yet can’t lift my arm long enough, let alone make a fist, to do so. My blood pressure is heart attack high, frankly. I’m having all sorts of problems but won’t go into that because it’s boring and no one cares.
Hi, depression, yes, you widdle rascal. You here as well, gonna sit a spell and make sure I don’t make it to Christmas without some sort of chemical or actual intervention? Great! Let’s not be able to concentrate long…What was I doing?
I did manage to make homemade dinner rolls for the first time. I used my overnight bread recipe, and it works just fine for a two hour rushed roll job. They looked like rolls, they were cooked all the way through and I hate the holidays. Yeah. I’d rather do peanut butter and jelly sammiches at this point in time than cook ONE MORE GODDAMN FUCKING TURKEY WAH WAH WAH.
Speaking of holidays, have no plans on going to the relatives in freaking Idaho, COVID Central. I know, it’s freedom and liberty to totally ignore a raging pandemic so I can feel extra manly. I know! Spank me with an eagle already.
I’m trying to be lighthearted and fun with all the not-fun America is right now.
Even that thin defense mechanism seems broken as all get out. I just go numb anymore as a safeguard against whatever newest stench wafts out of the trump sewers.
I wait for Somebody Heroic to rise from these streets to put an end to all this. A cross between Wonder Woman and Captain America with a hint of RBG. Show yourself already! Enough not existing ever in the first place!
The cat woke me up at four. She also saw something outside, when it was yet dark, that made her hiss and retreat well into the house with an offended tail swish. What the what did you notice out there, Madam Jaws?? Neighbor dogs outside the fence? A coyote or several? What??
OMG, was it a BEAR?
You get wild thoughts at four in the AM. Though there have been bear sightings around where I live. We could have a bear or two nearby…not really or maybe, mmm. Or was that cougars? I can’t keep the sightings straight some days.
So should dive into a final editing or so read of my fourth novel, Remarkable Women of Brokenheart Lane. I just…I’m a deflated flower pot of useless golf bags. Woe is me, o Canada.
How many times can you watch Schitt’s Creek before it becomes necessary for people to step in? What is that number?
There’s snow forecast for my tiny neck of the woods. The sky appears appropriately cloudy. I hope it does snow. We need the moisture here. The local mountains have been hit pretty hard with the white slippery pretty stuff but nothing, so far, where I am. Boise got snow! Damn it!
Well, the celebratory mood, gone. Fizzled. God damn fucking orange coddled fuckwaffle. If this were any other person who’d just lost a major election, then refused to vacate…none of what’s being tolerated and shrugged off now would be tolerated or shrugged off.
If Obama had pulled this crap, Fox News and the GOP would have lined up to take turns hanging him from whatever tree they could find. If Hillary had dug in her lady heels and gotten all hysterically I won I won gimme gimme…oh boy. Oh boy, would that have been something to behold in America.
Now, Biden won. He won. He and Harris will take over no matter what’s thrown at them…unless there’s an actual damn coup by Barr, orange fuckstick, McConnell and the rest of the toady GOPers. That’s being tried now. The voter fraud conspiracy!
I must focus on, oh, writing.
Oh that.
This all, too, shall pass, this current rotted pumpkin madness.
I am reworking the ending of my Odin and Jesus novel. To give it more of a punch, a kick, a boom. I want to write and work on this! WHAT THE HELL? I seem to be shaking off, a bit, of this strange not wanna write nothing spell some malignant demon flung at me on its way to whisper conspiracy hints in some broken-brained QAnon’s decaying skull organ.
I but jest. Sort of.
If you don’t know what QAnon is, please. Go and look it up. It’s a cult that’s growing, born from a hoax. No, the person behind all this admitted it was a hoax. And yet…here we are.
Writing! I’m supposed to be shilling my writing to those who might be interested and even those who slow down to gander at this train wreck of a blog.
So yes, reworking the ending. I think I will just pick a spot, start a new doc, see what happens. I have the ending, the last bit I am keeping for suresies. I think. Oh dear. Or am I ruining my tight little novel with…oh dear!
Yes, I would like to see how medieval cheese was made, Youtube. Yes, I would!
I found this channel on historical cooking and I LOVE IT SO MUCH. You get history and recipes! Score score!
Yes, I’m fine, I’m okay.
Waiting for the snow. Writing a bit and holding my breath as my country TREMBLES on some precipice akin to the Civil War or…something equally savaging. I do think…I don’t know, actually. I am just as lost as anyone else here, even those throwing out pat predictions this will all be fine or it will all be a clustermess of the highest order, grab your minivan and head for Canada.
I really like moose. I can learn to like hockey more than I do. I’d like to live on Prince Edward Island. Eh!
Sunday. Snow maybe arriving. Jaws asleep on the bed.
Biden won. He will be the 46th prezzie of the Divided States of Freedomland. Celebrations broke out when this was FINALLY ANNOUNCED OH MY GAWD. Dancing. Singing. Weeping. Drinking of the booze and toking of the weed.
Not only here in America but all over the planet.
Paris, London, Germany, Canada, India and…
Bells will be ringing, have rung, rung out. All over the world, bells rang out when they heard the news. As if a world war had ended. It was that kind of sensation. That the good guys fought that good fight and held the line through the long long night.
KAMALA HARRIS WILL BE VP.
A woman. A woman of color who’s married to a Jewish man. All the scary boxes ever get ticked here! Wheeeee. It hasn’t quite sunk in yet that a woman will be VP. In America.
It’s almost as if light and heat have entered the world again. Fanciful a bit, sure. Some actual political darkness has been pushed back a bit. It’s not gone. It’s not yet vanquished. It’s yet here pulsing with rage, waiting for a chance to strike, to regain what it’s lost. Ever vigilant we must be against Trumpian sludge that clings yet to our tiles.
I don’t know, something like that. I’ve been in a good mood. It’s throwing everything off.
I expected the worst. I expected trump to win outright, on Tuesday, what with all the voter suppression, gerrymandering, laws passed about when to count ballots, the postal service being fucked with…I expected the worst. That much cheating and trying to stop people voting. I expected the worst.
And then the drawn out counting for days, oh goddamn it.
It was the election that would not end. It’s still ongoing but at least we have a winner winner, chicken dinner now. trump and what’s left of his team are throwing massive fits but seemingly to little or no effect except among the trumpers still left.
Alex Trebek died today. 2020 let us have one good day. Just the one.
I admit I cried when they finally announced Biden on Saturday as the projected winner after Pennsylvania turned blue. To those outside the States, yeah…our presidential elections hinge on collecting the number of electoral votes from each state, which have to add up to 270. It’s not the popular vote, which Biden got, but the electoral college votes that count and…You can go look all this up, it’s exhausting. And outdated and weird and racist.
I cried. I just burst into ugly sobbing, my hand clamped to my mouth though there was no one in the house. I live in a deep red area. My family are trump supporters. I want to gloat and scream, instead I hide and have to be careful. There are armed people with guns here protesting that Biden won. It’s ugly.
Anyway.
Just a quick note from this grinning fool on an American election that got it right, somewhat. We’re still fighting over the Senate and…ugh. Runoff in Georgia!
Anyone else planning to spend Voting Hell Day in ‘murica with a bag of weed, a bottle of rot gut tequila, junk food galore as you marathon Schitt’s Creek? Anyone? Buehler?
I hate Ferris Buehler’s Day Off with a passion, by the way. Hated it when it first hit, hate it now. I just. Yuck. I have never been charmed by that slick mud puddle of a movie. Sorry if I crapped on your dreams or best movie or life, whatever.
I voted already. We can do that here in Oregon. We have mail-in voting since…ever. I don’t remember a time when you couldn’t just chuck your ballot back in the mail box. Well, until this year. I took my ballot to the drop box at the county courthouse. There was a car sitting there, idling. Paranoia hit me. WTF is that car doing there? WTF? Drive off, fuckweeds. Drive away! But I voted. Straight Dem, full total disclosure.
Just one more day…Not actually, as ballots come in from absentee and such will still need to be counted. If they are allowed to be counted, that is. My country seems caught on the idea that democracy is too hard, so let’s try fascism which is super-easy! Voter suppression galore! Woot?
Hey, Kangaroo Court, er, Supreme Cunts, can ya fix the election already for Drippy Clownfuck McTraitorface? Oh you plan that if given even a sliver of a chance?? Wheeee!
Me and tequila have a complicated relationship at best. Any time I go near it, yeah, things get complicated. I end up pawing at people or under a table sobbing for a razor blade. There’s no in-between option. Vodka doesn’t do this to me or rum or whiskey. Tequila fucks my shit up, as the wise children opine. So prolly not gonna get some of that devil juice.
Weed is legal here. I am surrounded by dispensaries, not to mention, hey, my aunt grows the stuff, as do several cousins. I actually like it. It calms me. I just float. It’s kinda nice.
Election. Huh, so ABC is broadcasting a chump rally in entirety. Fucking hell on burned bran muffins, be they super-stupid?
Obviously I have nothing elegant or new to say on the day before the Day. I am hopeful yet OH MY FUCKING GOD WTF kinda something. Record number of voters showing up. Record number of voter suppression tactics in play. Rallies and lies and alibis, oh my!
Also saw where Trumpanzees are showing up to block roads, run buses off those roads, block voting sites. FBI investigating some of that.
Have not been able to concentrate for ages. Waiting for Civil War II to drop is kinda all-consuming at the present.
Schitt’s Creek is truly delightful. I didn’t have much hope at how it started—very broad stereotypes of both the rich and the not so rich, and small town everything, how funny, ha ha. But then. But then!
Depths and shades and nuances started to appear. David and Alexis, wow. Mr. Rose emerging as the most empathetic of the family and an actual pretty okay day. Moira…has her moments of utter loveliness. I was won over to Schitt’s Creek when Alexis asked her brother for a hug. He hemmed and hawed, as he does, then he just gave in and gave his sister the comfort she and he needed. That was in season two, or so. Maybe?
I am not charmed by Chris Elliot. I’ve seen him do this type of character too many times. I love his wife, whoever that actress is. Oh I know that too-nice, gotta help everyone but herself character. It’s my mom!
Possibly a much deeper dive into this series when I reach the end. I’m in season four or five, somewhere in there. Right after Patrick’s housewarming party where Ted kisses David. And I must say, I do really like Alexis and Ted together. I just do.
SPOILERS IF YOU’VE NOT SEEN THIS YET. SORRY NOT SORRY FUCK OFF ALREADY YOU SNIVELING SNOTMONSTERS
Oh. I seem a bit hostile. Ouchie.
Please please don’t let Stevie dangle in the wind as this series seems to do endlessly. Thanks in advance?? Eh…?
So yeah. Weed, booze, snacks, a funny show I can watch all day. While I try to wait for the final results without LOSING MY GODDAMN MARBLES.
I predict a Biden win but chump and lawyers and such will challenge it. Chump has stated this already, several times. At rallies. And so this nightmare doesn’t end, we all keep falling toward the rocks…splat.
Splat.
Splitter-splat.
How could they remove the Peanut’s Halloween Special off network TV?? THIS FUCKING YEAR SUCKS MOLDY MOTHERFUCKING BALLS.
It’s the Great Pum…NO IT’S NOT CAUSE YOU CAN ONLY WATCH IT ON APPLE FUCKING FUCKING WHATEVER FUCK FUCK FUCK
ANN WUEHLER 