Speaking of breaking, did you hear the latest breaking news
on bees? It’s all the buzz! The bees, as you are aware, have been dropping out of the sky to land on their backs in the middle of sidewalks and dying. I say
it’s all the chemicals the farmers are plastering the crops with to kill
insects—well, bees are insects, aren’t they? Must be working! But with all of
mankind’s fixes, we find inevitably we need to find the remedy for those as
well—like a scale that’s never even. According to the news, they’ve found the
cure. I wonder what the aftermath of that will have an affect on. What would be
truly awesome is if great scientists could discover a potion that makes government
officials actually help the people who voted for them—or would that more likely
be a miracle?
Studying transmedia is fun, so don’t let anyone tell you
differently. I’m still working on my kids’ book, and just about done with the
outline. I ordered several books from Amazon, one called Reign Rain (a methodically obsessed girl with an alcoholic father) for
Nikki, The Gift (from the Witch and Wizard series by Patterson) for
Cameron, and a couple of transmedia books for me, including The Art of Immersion. Unfortunately, despite the
prices we pay for delivery, it cannot insure the delivery people can read
computer printed addresses. UPS has lost a delivery containing Nikki’s and my
books, setting us back a week. Still, if the temporary workers are required to
go through a rush training as I am for my position, I have to understand the pressure
they are under. There are days where I feel like my head’s going to pop off by
the time I reach my car.
Photography should be easy, right? Point the camera and
click? But when you get a sick baby and the mother is adamant about having the
teething infant’s picture taken, what can you do? Coochie-coochie-coo doesn’t
quite cut it. If the baby was strong enough, he’d just assume rip my nose off
and teethe on it, killing two birds with one stone. I’ve not seen a devil baby
yet, but I’m certain I will before the holidays are over. That’s when they come
out of hiding, you know.
The best way to torture someone is to sexually arouse her
and leave her to fend for herself. When you get into better shape, apparently
the blood flow quickens and floods your entire body. I guess this is why I
hated romance so much when I was inactive, and also why older couples are
sometimes the walking dead. Cheers to those who stay together their whole
lives, and double cheers to those who like it that way. The consensus is if you have a headache, go for a jog, and then jump on the bed. Whatever happens after that, keep it to yourselves.
Speaking of fending for one self, check out this article
about my home state. Anyone who believes there’s a dividing line between church
and state has never been to the state of Utah on the holidays, Sundays, or in
public for that matter. Talk about torture!
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