There’s a counter-argument right now that instead of walking out to protest gun violence, the victims should have been “nicer to the shooters.”
Repeat: They should have been nice to keep them from murdering them. This is some Grade A enabling bullshit.
The victim is not the perpetrator. In a domestic violence case, do you blame the victim? Do you say he/she deserved it?
I’m all for being kind, but being kind to keep someone from murdering you is a sad commentary on our times. Worse, that people actually believe this instead of blaming the shooter is a vicious swerve.
A new entry in my “writing class” column. This was kinda written as a reaction to the drama in my critique group, so it’s a bit weird. Still, you might learn something.
Source: You Need A Critique Group
I wrote this a while ago, but I still love it.
For the last few months, I’ve been playing this xbox game called Happy Wars. I like pvp team combat, and this a great game for it. You get less of the “in it for themselves” snipe…
Source: 10 Things I Learned About Life From War Games
Far more than once, people have referred to me as “a nice guy.” And I suppose I know what they mean. But there are specific reasons why I don’t consider it true. What people consi…
Source: A Nice Guy?
Before the game, my friend and I broke a wishbone. We both made a wish, knowing that it was the same one (actually it wasn’t. He wished that the Falcons won, I wished that the Patriots lost). The wishbone snapped into three parts, leaving my piece and my friend’s piece the same size, slightly smaller than the third piece.
It was like we tried to fix fate, and the universe went “NOPE!”
I apologize to the entire world except for the Boston area, the small enclave where they don’t hate the Pats.
BTW: How awesome was it to hear Lady Gaga since part of “This Land is Your Land?”
Also, thanks to Lady Gaga, my old article from Suite101 (which I transplanted here when they moved away from actual journalism) on This Land is Your Land went viral again.
Also, you should buy one of my novels, because moar books are moar gooder, fantasy novels are fun, and the author is a really nice guy (even to Patriots fans, which includes one of my best friends except during football season). Click on one of the banners below for the Kindle versions, or find them at a local bookstore or other seller.
I have a few Facebook friends that work out and love to post inspiring stuff about working out. Yesterday, one said “Everything I learned I learned in the gym. Hard work and commitment are al…
Source: If Virtue Equals Success…
On Tuesday it was four years since Valerie died. I admit, it’s getting easier to accept, though I still had a good cry on the way home from the grave. Certain songs still trigger tears, and I…
Source: Guilt or the Void: Facing a Lover’s Death
I’ve never tried to post from my phone before. Let’s see how it goes.
Seriously, who is the good boy? It sure as hell ain’t me.
On New Year’s Eve, Katie and I were driving to my friend’s place for a party. My mind tends to wander when I drive, and I come up with all sorts of weird thoughts…weirder than my usual thoughts, and my usual thoughts are already packets of mud and glitter that nobody understands.
The universe is 14 billion years old. Step back far enough to take it in, and it’s like 2016 never happened. Step back further, our lives never happened.
Humanity is about 200k years old. it’s like people never existed. We’re a blip, an anomaly. Archaeologists from some advanced species a billion years from now probably won’t even notice us.
Hell, it’s possible that other civilizations have been on Earth, but they lasted for such a short time that we’ll never know that they were here. Maybe there was a giant plant society that died out, or talking dinosaurs. Who the hell knows? They’re all blips. They never mattered. Neither do we, and 2016 is a blip of a year in a blip of a civilization in a blip of a species.
I feel better now. BRING ON INSIGNIFICANT 2017!!!
PS: I wish that I could step that far back. But scale matters, and I can’t see beyond the small scale. All I see are actions that cause dramatic reactions and pain. I know logically that it doesn’t matter, but I’ve not logical. I’m human, and that sucks.
She smoked menthols. Newports, I think, but they might have been Newport Lights, or 100s. It’s been almost four years, and these details have faded away.
She liked to wear black, but she had …
Source: She Smoked Menthols…