Why?

Why not.

jus-be-cause.

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So two years back our house had a pin-hole leak develop in the garage ceiling.

It was patched but it gave us a scare as to the possibility of other future holes popping up.

Last month a second pin-hole leak developed in our garage ceiling. That has since been patched.

A couple of days ago another copper leak developed in our house above our family room. The master bath sits above it. That too was patched.

Today… another leak developed.

REALLY?

A half hour ago I learned of the attack at the home of Nancy Pelosi. Not a lot has been disclosed so far but the attacker is named ‘David‘. All I can fathom is… Wha…?

It wasn’t me. I swear.

I’m glad her husband (Paul?) is stable and is expected to make a full recovery.

Yesterday I learned that some whack job sea-rap singer tried to title his album ‘Hitler’.

Wha…?

Is the world getting crazier or is there something else going on?

This has gotten my noodle rolling and I’m going to elaborate. You know how people say it was better back in the day? Well, was it? What day(s) are we talking about?

The 1990’s with all that grunge crap and the fall of communism? (I can’t stand mumbling sock-in-your-mouth rock)

The 1980’s and 70’s with all the satan music and corruption of our youth?

The 1960’s and 70’s with the Vietnam war and the sexual revolution?  (Okay, some of that wasn’t all bad)

The 1950’s and 60’s with racial segregation? Yeah… what a treat.

The 1940’s and 30’s with some syphilis brain-damaged man going around killing millions of people?

The 1920’s and 30’s with the great depression?

But nowadays we have idiots trying to overthrow the government because some talking idiot on the FAUX media people think it’ll get them ratings.

Nobody should be attacked in their home. Nobody should idealize a deranged madman who orchestrated the death of millions of people. But it still happens. and the key part is we are being made aware of these things almost instantly thanks to the mass media and the internet. Would Hitler have sold so many sea-rap albums and gone on to kill millions if he had lived in today’s mass media world? (yes, I’m purposely mixing up the two idiots)

The shock of the news we are getting today might be the very thing that prevents these warts from festering up into true terrors they could eventually become if they had remained undiagnosed for years on end.

Just sayin.

The media is a tool, that tool can be used for both FAUX purposes and genuine purposes.

Could the media of today have prevented Hitler from rising to power or would he have had an even greater means of spreading his sea-rap even further?

Okay, my weird rant is over.

Time to get back to my battle to get my “fictional” story done.

Why yes, the truth is often stranger than fiction, why do you ask?

Tootles all

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I’m going to go see “Black Adam” today.

The reviews have been… less than favorable.

Oh, and I just got my 5th covid shot in my left arm, and my first shingles shot in my right arm. I’ve been told that both of them can cause side effects. I got my shots less than an hour ago and my movie is going to start in about an hour. I don’t expect to feel any ill effects until later today, which is why I’m seeing the movie now. Today is also my first weekend day off. I don’t go back to work again until Friday. So for the next few days… I’m a glutton for punishment.

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What else…

I’m currently working on chunk 47 of “A New Day”. I had one of my characters go in a direction I hadn’t expected but thankfully it still fits within my overall narrative. It still fits in with the ending I had in mind before I ever started this journey. I like to think of my stories in a similar fashion to the 1983 movie National Lampoon Vacation. I know my characters are going to end up at Wally World and have to deal with the various antics they endured getting there. The antics however have always been more organic and flowed from what the characters did. Similar to a cruise liner, the guests onboard can do whatever they want on the ship so long as they don’t veer the ship away from its ultimate destination. I don’t mind the Christie Brinkley like events as they allow the characters to act in accordance with who they are.

Overall I would say I’m now sitting at about 93-94 percent. There is still a number of things that need to happen before we get to the epilogue. The epilogue will jump to Admiral Mortz at some point in the future.
Have I said too much? I don’t think so. All I’ve admitted is that he doesn’t die in the book… or does he? (*cough* the epilogue is still part of the story *cough*)

What else…

My son suffered a concussion on Saturday evening. He was wearing his Halloween costume, which was adult-sized as they didn’t make a ‘foot’ child size, and was running. The outfit, being too big, flopped into his face and he dinged his noggin into a pole. It almost plays out like a cartoon if you think about it. He’s fine but can’t go to school for the rest of the week as his doctor did some coordination tests and found he wasn’t up to speed.

I suffered a concussion when I was a child and it didn’t have any lersting afflections?

Don’t most kids knock themselves out at least once in their lives?

My wife does it every time she opens a bottle of red.

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*Shakes fist at sky* That’s the problem with kids nowadays, too sissy-like and weak. Why I had to walk to school in my bare feet through the snow to get to school, and it was uphill both ways.

Tangent time??? — There have been studies suggesting that the reason kids have all these allergies is that they aren’t getting enough dirt time. LINK.

Is it true? I’m not a dercter so miy medicinal oponions R two bee talken whith a punch of sault.

I guess that’s it for now. Enough punishment for now. Time to get back to zoning out and contemplating why I’m starting to feel a bit off right now…

Tootles all (never Toodles)

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So I’m an idiot.

Thanks for visiting.

Bye.

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Still here?

Okay, so here is the latest reason I’m an idiot.

I’ve been ending my posts with “Tootles” and I’ve been using it in my personal vernacular for YEEAAARRRRSSSSS.

When my daughter was younger, I noticed Mickey Mouse used it often too. I thought it was cute.

Here’s the idiot part.

Mickey Mouse was saying “TooDles” and not “TooTles”.

Tootles is something entirely different.

LINK HERE

Uhm… yeah.

What’s even funnier is that Tootles fits me better personally.

My younger brother calls me the “Crop Duster”

I even have this shirt.

So… yeah.

So uhhh… what’s new with you?

I guess that’s it for now.

He-he?

Uh no.

Tootles all

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And now I’ve gotten in about 1k in on chunk 46.

Admission: I kind of cheated and took something of a comedic tangent but in doing so I got my mind a bit more settled on how I’m going to finish the rest of the chunk with the reintegration of the Pada into the group. Sometimes you need to step outside and look at things from a different perspective, heck, even laugh at what you have… or at least attempt to laugh at it. We will see if my comedic break pans out when my review group eventually gets around to it. They are currently reviewing chunk 24. I sent out about 1 chunk a month. You do the math… carry the cheese… that puts that occurring at about 2 years out.

EEK!

Okay, cutting this short again.

Tootles

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I snuck away. Let me see how much I can get done on my story?

Sneak-write-time-span-here

And I’m back.

Chunk 46 is now my next entry. I finished up chunk 45 and got in the first two lines of 46 before deciding it was time to quit for the day. I got in close to 1k into it. Not bad. Now I need to mull over the effects of chunk 45’s events and how they change things going forward in 46. The naked man is now reunited with the gang and he knows things that can affect other things and the illusions that the truths are still trying to hide behind. Does any of that make sense? Where I write in the first draft and drool my incomprehensible trash out into the digital aether. Gotta love the internet(s) with all its conspiracy tubes and stuff.

Time to pack this up and start my home depot run.

Tubular tootles y’all

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I can see the world around me but my own vision of it is often skewed by my biases, hence I am blind. Writing is no different.

There is what you say, what you meant to say, what the other person reads, and what they interpret from what they read. That is a lot of translations to go through.

See what I mean? Oh wait… you’re just as blind as I am.

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Time to stop reviewing one of my peer’s stories and start in on my honey-do stuff.

Tootles all

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I’m at about the 92 or so percent mark now.

I can feel it starting to come to a close.

Loose ends are being tied up.

It’s both elating and scary.

I want this to be over but I also want to savor it.

Come here – go away – come here – go away

AAARRRGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’ve gotten in about 1,000 words in this morning and know my writing time is about up for the day.

My daughter turns 16 tomorrow and today is her party. I need to get home and clean up the backyard for the festivities.

It is currently 8:31 am and I need to pack this one-man party and walk back home.

Oh, how I want more Dave-time. Dang kids ruining everything with their dog.

I would have gotten away with it too if it wasn’t for…

EEK!

Okay, that’s it.

Tootles Y’all

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It’s quiet. Nobody is bugging me. I bring up my word document and study the last few lines.

The phone rings. I answer it and deal with the situation.

It’s quiet.

Once again I pull up my word document and begin going through the…

There’s a knock at my door. A child wants something. I deal with it.

It’s quiet.

I roll the dice and once more pull up-

I hear screaming coming from the next room. The kids are squabbling over something. I deal with it.

Glancing at my screen once more, I dare to tempt fate and pull-

I get another phone call. I deal with it.

With a sideways glance, I pull up my docu-

I get a text. I glance at my phone and see that it’s my wife. Reluctantly, I read it and then go deal with whatever it is.

This time my butt doesn’t even get to unclench itself fully as I sit down before my phone rings again. I deal with it.

Sitting again, it’s quiet. I tempt fate, and pull up my word processing program, and begin skimming the last half page of what’s already there. Feeling like it’s all sorted out, my fingers begin typing out a few letters, then words, a somehow complete a full sentence.

My son comes in and asks if he can get a ride to his friend’s house. I handle the situation.

I get back and once more sit before my computer. Do I dare tempt fate?

And so on and so on.

So… what are you’re writing days like?

Tootles all

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