I’m home sick today. This is what happens when you work in an enclosed environment with folks who have kids. Kids are kind of like little vats of infectious disease. I found that out when my own kids were in school and would bring home all sorts of germs. But now that both my kids are gone, I miss the little disease-carrying petri dishes of crud!
Speaking of which…
I took my son to start his freshman year at UNC Charlotte three weeks ago. I didn’t cry. I swear! I was actually quite relaxed for a parent who has delivered her firstborn into something resembling adulthood! He immediately got involved in a fraternity, which he plans to rush this semester. He’s now involved with the College Republicans, and he’s doing ROTC. Oh, and that’s in addition to his part-time job, which he works to pay for his car and auto insurance. To say I’m proud would be an understatement.
Oh, and he turns 18 tomorrow.
The house still hasn’t sold. What the child molester Cooper and his scummy hag of a wife did to me is indescribable. In addition to having caused thousands of dollars worth of damage to my property, they also ruined my chances of selling this house at the peak of when I could sell it. Now, the house is beautiful, but the season for selling a home has passed. I’m paying 80 percent of my take-home pay for my rent and the mortgage on the house. I’m turning to my parents for help, which I hate to do, but don’t have much of a choice. I hope to pay my parents back after I sell the house, but at this point, I’m just hoping I can sell it and not lose my shirt. The Coopers are the lowest form of scum.
My friend Evelyn is shuttering her crochet business. It’s too bad, because she’s a phenomenal talent! But she is having a sale on her Etsy page, so if you want something beautiful for a Christmas gift, or just for yourself, check it out.
Speaking of Christmas… I saw a Christmas commercial. The day after Labor Day. While we’re going through a heat wave here in DC. What. The. Fuck.
Here’s something I’m beyond belief excited about. Two of my favorite authors are collaborating on a novel. Sarah Hoyt and Larry Correia are writing a Monster Hunter International novel “Guardian.” Together. Actually, “excited” is sort of an understatement. I’m losing my shit thrilled!
No, I’m not blogging about that hypocritical twat Kim Davis. No way. But for those who want me to say something…
Donald Trump once again stuck his foot in his mouth. Seriously, how Trump supporters can take that fucking buffoon seriously, I can’t even imagine! He may be a good businessman, but he’s borderline retarded when it comes to anything else related to foreign policy, diplomacy, and being a decent human being.
“Look at that face! Would anyone vote for that?” Trump said to [Rolling Stone writer Paul] Solotaroff. “Can you imagine that, the face of our next president.”
This coming from someone who looks like this:
Can you imagine something that looks like this being our President? Why would anyone vote for that?
Of course now, the cock slurper is backing off and claiming he meant Fiorina’s personality. No, REALLY!
Oh, and by the way, my buddy Mike Williamson won an award for his short story “Soft Casualty.” I’ve often told him this is one of the best stories he’s ever written, and seems I was right, as I told him in a text recently.
If you haven’t read it yet, you should. It’s free, and it’s here. Enjoy!
I agree with another friend of mine, who says that this Baen award is much more interesting than the Hugos have become.
Another friend commented that “one side benefit of this whole Hugo kerfuffle has been the introduction of many new and wonderful books and authors…”
I think at least one Sad Puppies goal has been accomplished. Kudos to Larry Correia, Brad Torgersen, and others for making that a success!