Monday, January 30, 2017

Dr Why?

Well, Dr Who is quitting.  Peter Capaldi didn't seem to last long.  Who cares? I sure don't. The stories have been getting increasingly silly and preposterous.  They should just have the TARDIS break down on some godforsaken hellhole and leave him there.  He could regenerate all he wants and no one would know or care. Good riddance. I used to like this show but no longer do, obviously.

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Windy weather

It's been really windy the past few days--and much colder than normal for southern Arizona. Heck, people have had to cover their plants as it's gone below freezing. Add in some wind and you've got some mighty cold nights.  I'm sure we'll be back up to 110 before we know it, but it's definitely not the sort of nights you want to go for a leisurely walk.

Friday, January 27, 2017

holding it in?

I've been watching some footage of people dancing from the 1920s--the flapper era.  I'm working on a story from that time period.  People dancing all look like they have to go to the bathroom really bad, but are trying to hold it a little longer.  Not sure why. Art deco era buildings that have been maintained or restores have some amazing bathrooms.

Wednesday, January 25, 2017


The celebrity news are reporting Scarlett Johansson had split up with her husband, some French guy.  I sure wish she'd go out with me.

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Been raining a lot

It's been raining a lot, especially for Tucson.  It's amazing to watch how fast cactus can suck up water after a rain.  Plants have to get while the getting is good.

Saturday, January 21, 2017


People don't like me. I guess there are a lot of reasons for that. One reason is I don't care for syrup.  Yep, that stuff people put on their pancakes.  I've never really cared for it.  Growing up we had to eat products from one food company my dad worked for. The brand of syrup they sold, well I won't say, but it had a ghastly smell that permeated the entire house. When I was old enough to read the label, I discovered it was only about 5% real syrup. The rest was sugar and "flavorings."  It's those "flavorings" that did me in.  I reached a point where I simply could not stand the smell of it or eat it on waffles or anything else.  

Sure, I've been told that real syrup that's just syrup is good.  I get that.  But I've been conditioned to equate syrup with those horrible Sunday mornings when we had pancakes and bacon and the house stunk of this horrible product I wanted to throw up.  I stopped eating syrup when I got older and realized I could do things like that.  But if I eat pancakes and just put butter on them, people stare at me in horror. If I'm with a group, I'm ridiculed and never invited to anything with syrup again. Relatives are even worse.  Around my uncle [now deceased] or my father, they'd get angry with me in a restaurant if I didn't put syrup on my pancakes or waffles--so I learned to order something that didn't require syrup like oatmeal to avoid the confrontation.  

Flavored pancakes, like blueberry, don't require syrup as you can pour blueberry sauce and get whipped cream on them.  But plain old pancakes, like at a certain chain restaurant over by the university, well that still makes people hate me.  I thought my waitress was going to hit me when I ordered a stack of pancakes and just put butter on them last week.  

This is not the brand we had to eat, it just represents syrup in general. 

Friday, January 20, 2017

Sleep Sound

In just a few hours Donald Trump will be issued his own nuclear codes and some guy from the Pentagon will follow him around with a special briefcase for the next four years.    Sleep sound at night. Sleep Sound.

Thursday, January 19, 2017


Got a nice response from a science fiction con.  More on that later.  Can't wait for Trump's inaugural. Hah. I didn't vote for him.   It is what it is, but why the blasted parade? I think it's the most ridiculous part of the inauguration.  So we get to see our new president away from the limo?  So what. They should get Alec Baldwin to walk parade as Trump--that would be funny.  At least I think it's funny.  All I have to say today.

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

bar codes?

I keep having dreams about bar codes on fish.  Not sure why.  It's kind of weird.  They're trout, and the bar codes are printed on the side up near their backs.  These look more like the bar codes on mail than the thicker ones you see on store products.  I'm not that into fish, so I don't know what it means. Maybe I'm just nuts. And I mean I'm dreaming about fish in lakes, not in the supermarket.  

Monday, January 16, 2017

Spanish Lessons

We haven't done any Spanish lessons in  while.

Why is there a dead body in my room?
¿Por qué hay un cadáver en mi cuarto?

Do the snakes stop using the pool at 11 also?
¿Las serpientes dejan de usar la piscina a las 11 también?

Satellite phone? I don’t know any satellites.
¿Telefono satelital? No conozco ningún satélite.

My food is disgusting.
Mi comida es asquerosa.

Twinkies.  I need Twinkies.   Where can I purchase Twinkies?
Twinkies. Necesito Twinkies. ¿Dónde puedo comprar Twinkies?

My children are criminals. Do not trust them in your store.
Mis hijos son criminales. No confíes en ellos en tu tienda.

Do mortuaries take dead bodies without any death certificates?
¿Los mortuorios toman cadáveres sin certificados de defunción?

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Money From Rainbows?

This afternoon I saw a rainbow.  My grandmother, who was nuts, used to tell me as a kid to make a wish when you see a rainbow.  That runs counter to the prevailing theory on getting money from rainbows where you have to track down the leprechaun hiding at the end of the blasted thing and steal his gold to get anything.  But, I made a wish anyway.  I figured it couldn't hurt.  I wished for some extra money. Well, I pulled into the grocery store parking lot and, sure enough, I found two pennies lying there.  Uh. Well, technically. But? 

Thursday, January 12, 2017

Best Quotes From Telebision

Best Quotes From Telebision [kind of maybe]

“God, I’m so tired of climbing up and down that ladder.”  Rocky Jones, Space Ranger [look at their ship some time]

“Please someone just shoot me,” Al Bundy, Married With Children

“Whoever assigned me a female yeoman?” Captain Kirk, Star Trek, “Oh God, I’m so horny.”

“Man, you’re messing with my mind,” Erik Estrada guest starring on The Night Stalker.

“Sorry, Mr. Wilson. I know it’s not right to look in people’s windows.  But you’re so hot.” Dennis the Menace.

“I am not a crook,” Our beloved president in the near future on some game show.

“Wish we had black men this hot back home,” Queen Elizabeth II guest hosting Dance Party.

“It’s finger lickin good. And that ain’t chicken. “ Colonel Sanders.

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Uh oh,

Uh oh, better call...

One striking difference between Tucson and Colorado revealed itself to me yesterday.  I was sitting around watching TV when I noticed some speck of carpet was moving.  Well, when I got closer that spec was a small scorpion.  And I'd only been worried about termites and roaches.  

Pest control is a huge business in these here parts.  And Mike, from one of those pest control services, was here two hours after my call.

Boy howdy.  Nothing says tough desert creepy than scorpion.  Hardly ever saw any kind of bugs in the mountains of  Colorado.  Still, it's 62 degrees. Back in Vail it most certainly is not.

Monday, January 9, 2017

Toilet Paper

Maybe it's just me, but I think toilet paper rolls keep shrinking.  They're shorter and seem to last a very short time--even the so-called double rolls.  I guess we should be thankful we still have toilet paper.  

Sunday, January 8, 2017


Drove up to Phoenix for a meeting yesterday.  Trying to get the local chapter of the HWA up and running.  There are a lot more writers out there than seem interested in our chapter and attendance has been weak.  We'll meet again in February.  

Friday, January 6, 2017

Moving Around

I guess it's an older thing, as I get older what were once minor injuries are serious, painful events.  It took me a full week to get over my recent fall.  Little kids just bounce off the floor, get a kiss from mommy and go about their business.  Falling on that blasted floor hurt. Now, I tense up every time I see one of those yellow bucket things [which had nothing to do with my fall].  It messes with your mind, man.

Monday, January 2, 2017

Painful New Year

Started out the new year in pain.  We went to a Chinese restaurant on New Years Eve.  Well, I took a header on a slick spot on the floor.  Good news is nothing was broken. Bad news is I've got some painful bruises on my knees, which took most of the impact.  

Of course the restaurant denies any responsibility.  If I had broken anything and gone to the hospital this would've been a painful and expensive adventure.  Why did I go down?  Don't really know.  Eat there again? Hell no.  It's given me a more sympathetic view of the falls and spills lawsuits, though I'm not going there--stuff happens and negligence is hard to prove when you don't even know what happened. Best theory--it was raining. Wet shoes and floors that aren't getting cleaned properly for grease.  

Sunday, January 1, 2017

Another Year

I don't really like New Year's.  Too many reminders of another year gone by. This past year saw profound change as I retired from the hotel business [the proverbial day job], sold my condo in Colorado and bought a house in Tucson, AZ.  

As far as writing endeavors, I had a new science fiction book published by Wolfsinger Publications.  My own publishing business has now basically shut down.  We're still selling stuff but there are no new plans for any projects in 2017. Story Emporium never caught on and it will no longer be published.  We've also put out a book every year. There is nothing planned for 2017.  Lack of sales is the big culprit.  Poor author interest is another.  While other publishers get huge submission volume we're begged for stories and found very few.  So, I decided to throw in the towel.

I don't know how 2017 will turn out. I've upped my plans to go to more science fiction cons this year. Last year I only attended one.  This year I plan to do four--one per quarter.  I have only one short story sold in an anthology coming out this year. I hope I can get a little more going on, but you never can tell about such things.

My expectations are so low that I can't really be disappointed. Time will tell as they say.