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I went out for a run! And this time I took my iPad and literally ran with it like a clip board (my iPod got stolen when my purse was snatched). I had pandora on to niki minage (sp??) and had a blast. I'm through with being weak and crushable. Now I'm the one doing crushing! I even have the orange crush shirt to prove it ;-)

I didn't stop till I was sweating and red in the face!

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The Most Porn-Loving Religious Cities

If Your 14 Year Old Daughter Was Fucking An 18 Year Old Girl

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I'd be fine with it if she was happy.
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Fuck no! I'd try to put a stop to it.
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I'd be uncomfortable but at least she won't get pregnant.
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I need to talk about Star Trek Into Darkness a while and there will be spoilers. So consider this your warning. You feeling good and warned? I hope so. Because…

Well before spoilers let’s discuss the title. Could they not afford a colon? Sheesh. Oh, but right, spoilers ahoy!

This movie could have been:

This entry originated at adampknave.com.

Queen Elizabeth had died and a young princess was being crowned Queen Anne. She was certainly not a princess that actually exists in real life. Long, lovely black hair that she wore down for the occasion, swept over her shoulder and flowing down the front of her white dress, obscuring all the medals and sash. She had thin silver crown.

I was a flutist playing in the orchestra for the coronation. Anne started crying in the middle of her coronation speech. A crowd of ministers with pelican heads rushed to console her and guide her away from the crowds. We had to stop playing and wait for her to return. But she didn't.

Ages went by. We finally started playing just to entertain everyone, anything we could think of. Then no one could think of another song and we all got up and started dancing with our instruments and each other on the floor of Westminster Cathedral until the flute section all turned into crows and flew up to roost on the buttresses. Anne was hiding up there, too. Her black hair flowed under her gown to become big black wings.

And then: alarm clock.

A dream from last night ever-so-slightly too long for Twitter:

Queen Elizabeth had died and a young princess was being crowned Queen Anne. She was certainly not a princess that actually exists in real life. Long, lovely black hair that she wore down for the occasion, swept over her shoulder and flowing down the front of her white dress, obscuring all the medals and sash. She had thin silver crown. I was a flutist playing in the orchestra for the coronation.

Anne started crying in the middle of her coronation speech. A crowd of ministers with pelican heads rushed to console her and guide her away from the crowds. We had to stop playing and wait for her to return. But she didn’t.

Ages went by. We finally started playing just to entertain everyone, anything we could think of. Then no one could think of another song and we all got up and started dancing with our instruments and each other on the floor of Westminster Cathedral until the flute section all turned into crows and flew up to roost on the buttresses. Anne was hiding up there, too. Her black hair flowed under her gown to become big black wings.

And then: alarm clock.

Mirrored from cmv.com. Also appearing on @LJ and @DW. Read anywhere, comment anywhere.

Can't say I'd ever be able to pay y'all back for everything you've done for me over the last 4 years.  Best I can do is pay it forward, and tell the next guy,"if you do twice as much for the next person, it'll only be half as much as I got."

Texas has a lot going for it.  Scenery, weather, GREAT BIG FUCK OFF GUNS -

Mostly people, though.
The people I've known here rock.

Best Wishes and again -

Thank you.
 

I had such a lovely morning but now I'm sad. I keep messing up and shooting myself in the foot with important interpersonal relationships. I'm not even looking forward to NEw Orleans anymore. I will probably just mess that all up to. I have no idea whats going on. I just got an email today detailing everything and when I tried to read it a pain came over me and the words just jumbled up on the page. I'm completlely overwhelmed and I have continulally made a fool of myself in front of the moderator. I guess I'm more upset over that than anything. My reading comprehension has turned to shit and I just feel like crying. Maybe tomnrrow I will have Elisabeth go over with me. I wish I could put my personality in a box and bury it. I hate myself! If I had a door I would run and slam it.

In other news, I got buzzed this weekend and announced that I was throwing a birthday party for a friend, I think maybe this weekend. I forgot until a friend emailed about my party. I totally forgot! Maybe it will do me some good to see people. Maybe I have been alone to much lately. Our little group has not been together since Christmas. seeing my grandmothers seinor year memory book makes me miss them.

I ran across what my grand father wrote in Annie's book. It was real sweet. I rcognized his handwriting straight away. Its so like my mothers. I remember he called me his doodle-bug. sigh...Ive had enough of today. Im going home and going to bed.

Edit: t called and reminded me how tough and awesome we are so I'm feeling better.

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I have found my grandmothers 1924 senior year scrap book and it is a veritable time capsule of awesomeness. So far I have opened some unopened invitations to weird senior farm parties like this one where they were instructed to wear overhauls if they wanted to have a good time "and frolic like rats with green little domes" have you ever heard anything like that! I haven't! Awesome!

I guess they really got around in their model t ford. It being 1924 I can't imagine it being anything else. Its not really a good pic since im just taking quick snap shots, but i suppose it records them well enough. My grand mother is the one standing with Luther sitting next to her. I might be posting more. I have uncovered something rather shocking that involves mass murder that I will be posting but not till later.

I did some more reading and on this trip home, they lost a wheel and " big goby to the good ole times. I wonder if this is code for saying they couldn't make out anymore in the car or go on romantic getaways? There is an awful lot of " un quote in it. Maybe I will stick that in too so you can make it out for yourself.

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Well, the title more or less says it all, but let me say it again.

We want to do an omnibus edition of Digger. You guys asked (repeatedly!) and we think it’s a great idea!

The downside (and the reason we haven’t done it already) is that hardcover omnibuseseses require a big chunk of cash up front—we’re talking a big print job here, on the order of the Bone omnibus edition, and that does not run cheap. (Plus, of course, while people keep asking, we’re talking a spendy beast here and we want to make sure there’s enough interest to justify doing it!) Plus, if we get a LOT of interest, we can do all kinds of neat extras, like color inserts and cover embossing and extra stories and giant wombat balloons in the Macy’s Day Parade!*

So, in a couple of weeks, we’ll be Kickstartering! And we will have all kinds of neat goodies for sponsors (postcards! pins! pickaxes!) and also all kinds of mildly absurd goodies for sponsors (I believe at one level, I name a tree in the yard after you and put a little plaque with your name on it…) so watch this space for more information! You’ll be the first to know!

(Also, hey, Digger got nominated for the Mythopoeic Award, which is neat, too!)

*One of these things is a bald-faced lie.

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Quickly, very quickly because just looking at a computer screen makes me squirm and feel sick. It was a quiet daY at the library. So quiet that I took the time to write a 9 page letter. I also kept thinking about Mitch and Alice.

Today I also had a thought about my SAA New Orleans paper. Im glad I cranked out a solid draft today becuase when I got home the SAA print program was in the mail box, now I am totally freaked out and embarrassed after reading all the awesome programs. I don't want to sound like a hayseed but I still want to be myself. After looking at all the other
presentations I just think what do I possible have to offer. The worst is when
someone doesn't even know to be embarrassed. I emailed the moderator in a total freak out about it. His taste is impeccable and he is totally ivy league so that calms my nerves a bit. I drew a hot bath and couldnt even relax, though I am winding down now. I didnt even leave the library till 8 pm. Its totally great that I just went ahead and worked on it,

I decided to look at Alice's letters and its funny how alike you can be. This totally reminds me of myself and this is the second time today I have seen something that I relate to in old letters. This

Kind Friend,
As today is such a gloomy day I would enjoy it by writing to a friend.

That sounds just like something I would write in a letter. and in another letter a Chistmas card where a girl is writing Alice in 1937 I belive and says somehing I really related to. I dont remember what it was. I took a snap shot. You want to try reading a letter. I love letters and correspondance so much. The line I that caught me begins "So often when I feel...."

I went walking in to work with a cigar box full of letters, cards, announcements that had been saved. Penmanship used to be so different but you an still tell a left handed persons writing. Hre is a sampling that looks like that to me. And a pic of the cigar box. It's totally cool.

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Project: Maplecroft
Deadline: October 15, 2013
New words written: 4648 (multi-day total)
Present total word count: 103,343 words



Things accomplished in fiction: Probably best if I leave off with these, at this point. Even the vague stuff could point to spoilers.

Next up: More cryptic shenanigans.

Things accomplished in real life: Daily jaunts around the neighborhood with the dog; did some pre-travel shopping; went to an anti-fracking fundraising concert at Rhythm and Brews; went to a friend's birthday party at the Honest Pint; left the birthday party with a bruised up butt and back from the wood stools and the banister I leaned against all evening; returned a loose dog to its owner (for the second time - same dog); got caught in two thunderstorms and spent most of Sunday soaking wet but not in a good way.

Other: If you haven't checked out The Button Man and the Murder Tree at Tor.com, what are you waiting for?

Bonus! other: This coming weekend I'll be at Phoenix Comic Con! And I, for one, cannot wait - but I also (probably) will not be able to wrap up a draft of Maplecroft before that occurs. I wanted to, but...I suspect that's not in the cards. That's okay. I have plenty of time, and when I get back ... THAT WEEK. That week I shall cough up the Draft Zero I so dearly want. I bet.

Number of fiction words so far this year: 99,169

WARNING: Biological Icky Bits Ahead!

Guess what I found!?

I’m a larva!

This peculiar devil is the larval form of the American Carrion Beetle! How cool is that? (They feed on mushrooms and dead bugs as well as rotting meat, so I hasten to assure you that I do not, in fact, have dead bodies rotting in the woods. At least, to the best of my knowledge.)

Spring sprung and was promptly batted aside by summer, so it’s hot and humid in the garden, and I am trying to stay ahead of the stiltgrass with copious amounts of mulch, because the flamethrower is questionable in a dry pine wood and would also take out all my nice jewelweed that has established so marvelously.  Thinking of trying to fight it by transplanting in Virginia knotweed, which is an aggressive loon of a plant, but native, attractive, and host to a couple of butterfly species. (I have the variegated form, “Painter’s Palette,” which comes true from seed and boy, is there a lot of seed!)

Other than that, everything is blooming, the pollinators are out in force, I had a Zebra Swallowtail show up the other day (an uncommon butterfly in this neck of the woods!) and the pond is full of frogs and predacious diving beetles. On the downside, the weird cold/hot/cold/hot weather sent most of the spring veggies straight to bolting, so I got no daikons, some very sad beets, and the tomatoes are already starting to come in. Lost a bunch of peppers, too. Sigh. But the cucumbers and squash are happy, and I am holding out hope that the peas will produce a batch before the heat exhausts them. (A lot of local farmers just gave up and plowed the peas under. Can’t blame ‘em. This has been demented weather.)

Craw-Bob is still in residence. Haven’t gotten a good look at him, but we’ve got the night vision cameras and just need to get them working with the house network. Mostly he’s a flash of movement into the hole as I go by.

The Patio That Shall Not Be Named has been graveled, sanded, mortared, and now needs bricks. I’m traveling at the end of the week, but hold out hope of getting it done before June rolls around. (All productivity must be crammed into this month, because June is solid travel and July and August will be miserably hot.)

I had a bit of a wildlife mystery this morning. Was going out to feed the birds and found—there’s no other way to say it—a pile of viscera in the middle of the path. Somebody had left their guts in a neat pile on the ground.

Being me, I of course immediately poked them with a stick. Yup. That’s guts, all right.

Guts and….earthworms?

For whatever weird reason, there were a bunch of dead earthworms in the pile as well.

I wracked my brain—had something vomited and lost guts and earthworms together? Was this some kind of weird version of an owl pellet?—until I realized that the earthworms were from INSIDE the guts. Our deceased gut-owner had been out eating earthworms, and had quite a solid meal, then something jumped him, eviscerated him, and presumably ate the tasty bits. (I would have thought the viscera WERE tasty bits, but apparently somebody was picky.)

My guess is that the victim was a large frog, but I’ve got no idea what the killer was. I tossed the remains out of dog range—hopefully either Craw-Bob or the carrion beetles will find it and start the clean-up process.

So that’s all the excitement around here at the moment. Guts! Bugs! Mulch! THRILLS! CHILLS! ETC!

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While going through things yesterday, I ran across this photograph of my great grandparents yesterday and my grandmother on his knee. Annie always said her father mitch was the gentlest of souls and that the only thing on earth he ever yelled at was their old plow mule. People were always a little scared of Alice. They say she was the seventh child of a seventh child and a little stalwart and quiet. Her letters to Mitch before their marriage in 1900 reveal a more livelier soul hidden behind a gruff exterior. I have transcribed the letters and they are very sweet. She always began the letter with some form of "kind friend." Mother left me their house in her will. It's my writers cottage now. An old farm house in Marshall county.

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Network Marketing: The Future Workforce

 The network marketing business model very straight forward. The idea is to build a network of people to jointly promote a product or service. Revenues are made from both promoting the product and from people bought in by each promoter’s network. Each Marketer’s job is to develop their own network of people who also want to develop their own network. The marketers who recruited you is called your Upline and the marketers whom you recruit is called your Downline. The Upline’s job is to train and support their Downline and in return receive a percentage their production.

 People join network marketing companies for one reason and that is lifestyle. No other business model can provide the benefits that network marketing offers. As with the other ways to make money such as blue collar work, white collar work, sales jobs or traditional business ownership there are downsides. The main downside is that Network Marketers are not highly respected within society and must become unaffected by what people thing of them. This is largely due to the fact that most companies that use network marketing instruct their marketer’s to recruit their close family and friends into the business. This strategy largely result in disappointment, frustration, annoyed family and friends causing people to give up and quite their network marketing business. The inflated failure rate causes people to think network marketing doesn’t work or is some sort of scam. When the truth is that you will never be able to build a business from family and friends alone a mater of fact, most of the time family and friends are the last ones to support new endeavors. Family and friends are likely to come on board only after they see that you are finding success.

 Building a network marketing empire is a formidable task for most people. As true as that may be there are still many strategies that can be used to build a network marketing business well. Usually you will get a website from the network marketing company that you join, as well as physical seminars and webinars. The network marketing company will also provide a host of material, online and offline, where you can learn how to promote your network marketing business opportunity.

 Joining a network marketing business opportunity could be a life-changing decision. It will require you to see the world in a new way. Staying motivated is key to eventually earn the six figure incomes that network marketing businesses promise.

 Network Marketing (also called as multilevel marketing or simply MLM) has had its fair share of scammers giving the industry a bad name. Particularly are pyramid schemes in which people earn only through building a network but don’t have any product to sell.

 Based on current business trends more and more companies will start using the network marketing business model to promote their products. Why? Because its better for the company. The business world is moving towards pay for performance rather than pay for time and this is exactly what network marketing is. With the growth of freelance workers, internet based work environments and the increase in highly educated workers pay for performance will be the best way to distinguish top performers.

 The old economy jobs are going away fast and they are not coming back. Networks of independent marketers is the future.

To Your Prosperity

-Anthony

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