Well, the “open house” in kids on Saturday was horrific. We were way understaffed for the number of freeloaders, I mean families, that showed up. Of course, the plus side to this is that my manager has sworn that we will have sufficient staff for the Halloween party. This is especially important since I haven’t had one volunteer, not to help me with setting up or making the games or running the event. Nothing. So many people say they love Halloween, but what they mean is… “you do all the work, I’ll be happy to enjoy it after the fact.”

In other news, twelve days until my vacation starts; eight days till my business class starts. I don’t remember if I’ve brought this up since I’m generally exhausted enough to forget when and what I’ve eaten, let alone what I’ve blogged about. lol But when I decided, once and for all, that I would take these business classes and try to open my own store, my mother was all for it. She said she and her boyfriend (now husband) were getting older, and they didn’t want to continue in the same jobs they have (my mother cleans for people and he is now a trucker, formerly a roofer). They’d be overjoyed to give me a hand in the store, blah blah blah. Then the other day we were discussing the store, and she basically took it all back and said I was wrong, she never said that, blah blah blah. When I stopped talking to her since she insisted I was wrong and she said she never promised to help me out, she got upset with me because I “always do that.” “That” being clam up when she has one of her little memory lapses. She said I don’t “communicate.” Then a few days ago she’s talking to me about working in the store again like the other conversation never happened, and she got upset when I didn’t want to talk to her about it and told her we had this discussion and I was NOT going to talk to her about it again. My mother is 51 and I honestly don’t know if she’s schizophrenic or getting senile, but I am so tired of her changing her mind every time we’re discussing something important to me. I told her that I would just do it all on my own like I always do. I told her I might even decide to move out of state, maybe Maine. Then she wanted to know how she could help if I did that since she won’t move out of the area until her mother (my grandma) dies. And , “Did I wish her mother dead?!?”

And you know what, I’m just sick of it. I’m not going to ask her for help any more. I’m not even going to assume she’s going to help. I’m not going to discuss my plans. She can’t even decide if she wants to help me, and I’m not going to deal with it any more. No I don’t want my grandmother dead, but I think on some level my mom does or she wouldn’t have brought it up. I’m frustrated with my job, but that’s small potatoes compared to how frustrating my mother is sometimes. Last time she couldn’t get her stories straight was my birthday when she promised we could go somewhere and then turned around and tried to make plans with my sister and I’m just kind of sick of playing second fiddle to everyone else in her life. I just feel like she thinks I’m always going to bow out gracefully and make way for everyone else and I don’t want to any more. I think I’ve been more than patient in terms of what I put up with from my family. I don’t ask them for a darn thing. I wasn’t asking her for money or time. She frikkin offered! And then she changed her mind or forgot she offered and I just don’t feel like I can depend upon her for anything. She will always turn around and make other plans because I am just not that important to her unless I am right in front of her and then we will make plans until someone else is in front of her and then the plans go out the window.

I may just be overreacting because of everything else going on in my life, but I honestly feel like I am all alone and the only person who’s going to make it happen is me. I can’t even depend upon her for moral support, but you know if I do manage to make money with my own business, or even if I don’t, you know my family’s going to be right there with their hands out. Moving to a different state would almost be a relief, even if being alone is “outside of the my comfort zone” in terms of having people to fall back on if I run into trouble (ie FAIL). I just can’t trust them. You know? I’m tired of waiting for them to treat me like I have some importance in their lives. I’m important too.

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Chapter 1.1 in which Glory is not mindful of the store
Chapter 1.2 in which Glory is made to do something she would really rather not
Chapter 1.3 in which Glory thinks she might be sick
Chapter 1.4 in which Aaron makes a mistake
Chapter 1.5 in which Glory is made to see the error of her ways
Chapter 1.6 in which the circle remains unbroken

Chapter 2.1 in which Aaron makes another mistake
Chapter 2.2 in which Glory reflects on her path
Chapter 2.3 in which we learn Aaron is not really a nice boy
Chapter 2.4 in which Glory speculates on the holiness of salt
Chapter 2.5 in which Glory learns of the necessity for upper body strength, but makes do with  what she has
Chapter 2.6 in which Aaron tries to make amends, but is still pretty much an ass

Chapter 3.1 in which Glory is spat on, twice
Chapter 3.2 in which a cop is threatened
Chapter 3.3 in which someone is crying
Chapter 3.4  in which there’s more to the moon than meets the eye
Chapter 3.5  in which Glory comes face to face with an loony environmentalist
Chapter 3.6 in which Glory gets turned around
Chapter 3.7 in which Glory is threatened

Chapter 4.1 in which a doctor makes his rounds
Chapter 4.2 in which Glory is asked some awkward questions
Chapter 4.3 in which Glory adopts a pet

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Those who have never read Frankenstein by Mary Shelley have really missed the boat. If you think you know the monster from movies, you really don’t know him at all. The monster, far from being a shambling, groaning zombie homage to the power and sacrilege of science, is a horrifically scarred, but far more humane being than the doctor who created him. The monster is scarred physically and spiritually, but soaks up its surroundings like a sponge. It learns language in a matter of months, both speech and writing. In many ways, it is philosophically more advanced than the “good” doctor. Though it goes on to commit atrocities, it is in essence seeking the attention of its creator like any neglected child. Denied love, it still seeks it’s parent’s devotion, if not love, then hate. In my mind, I identify with the monster more than any other creature of horror. The monster is my misanthropic self denied… If I had chosen hate instead of love when I was at my lowest point….

Eric, the Phantom of the Opera… here is another monster woefully under represented in the movie rip offs of this classic novel. It’s hard to believe that when this book first came out, it almost faded into obscurity. Of all literary monsters, Eric is the most well-developed. He is possibly the most developed character in the entire book. Funny that very few movies have used his name. In all of them, he has been The Phantom, universally scorned and feared for his hideous countenance. Though like the Frankenstein monster, capable of incredible acts of cruelty and savagery, all Eric craves is love. Though others may read the Phantom of the Opera and sympathize with Christine Daye, I think she was selfish and spoiled. I think she led poor Eric on so that he would continue teaching her, and when the  viscount fell in love with her, she saw no reason to continue her singing career or her relationship with Eric. Though his reaction might be seen as a bit extreme, when taken in context with his experiences, one can’t help but feel sorry for him… perpetually alone and excluded, betrayed by all of society despite his genius. Eric is in many ways like the Frankenstein monster, and yet while the monster is a child seeking his father’s approval, Eric is an outcast seeking some tether to keep him in love with life, to literally make life worth living.

The Borg Queen… how insidious she was. She was the very essence of the lure of scientific advancement. Resistance is futile, you will be assimilated. She is at once the dream of advancement and the horror of blind consumerism. The true horror of the Borg is not that they will assimilate, but that they see individuality as unnecessary and even counter productive. In place of individual thought, there is the will of the Borg Queen, suppressing any thought but the continuation of the colony, in fact, taking over the role of instinct. The Borg Queen is a corruption of all the laws which currently govern society and the individual. She is the final incarnation and triumph of “Big Brother.” As those who have been “rescued” from the Borg have reported, there is an allure to the total acceptance to be found among the Borg. Once the very concept of resistance has been purged through the process of assimilation, there is comfort and completion in the million voices of the Borg all murmuring in one’s brain at once. And the Queen is at once their master and their voice.

The Alien-human hybrid from Alien Resurrection had a strange charm for all of its grotesque humanity. Though it had a head like a skull, there was a sweetness, an innocence in its eyes, even as it was whacking the face off its alien mother or gnawing on the head of one crazed scientist. (If you ask me, she was sick of being called a “beautiful, beautiful butterfly.”) The thing is, like the Frankenstein monster, she was looking for her mother, and she saw that mother in Ripley. It’s hard to say what her thought processes might have been since she never spoke, but it’s well known that the aliens had a “racial” memory based on their host. Who knows how human that hybrid was really or whether it was entirely sane. In any event, the hybrid was pitiable if only because it never asked for its existence. And though it seemed to be a cold-hearted killer, we can see that in some ways, it still craved a mother’s love. It’s almost worth exploring an alternate reality where Ripley embraced her “daughter” instead of killer her. Hey, that’s what fanfics are for!

Finally, last but not least, is Sylar, the newest addition to the pantheon of memorable villains. All my favorite villains have some patina of humanity… some scarred portion of their psyche… some warped vision of what humanity could be. Sylar may be a cold blooded killer, but like many, it stems from a need to be… special. He wants so desperately to be more than he is that he uses his “special” ability to mimic the abilities of others (once he manages to crack open their noggins). And while some might consider him mad, and maybe he is, he maintains a certain humorous and dark chivalry about him. He’s like the black knight. You see what he does, you see what his goals are, but you never really see what he is thinking or feeling except in rare glimpses. When he killed his “mother,” you can almost see a child who only wants the approval of his mother, who hoped to delight her with his display. It’s quite obvious she’s already a little off balanced mentally even before he puts on his show, so who’s to say what psychological trauma he may have suffered at her hands in the past. Speaking as someone who knows that the smallest, most insignificant slight can have far reaching psychological consequences, it may be that his mother never intentionally harmed him, but living in a household where attention and approval are constantly withheld is as damaging as any physical or outright psychological abuses. Sylar is a wounded hero, I think. He has made some poor choices, and I believe (without revealing spoilers) that he is about to be played and royally $crewed by the b1tch queen of the show. Whether or not she is telling the truth, the evil she represents makes Sylar a pale shadow by comparison. I think there is potential for his redemption, but he’s not willing to see it. He wants to place himself on a pedestal with humanity, and even other gifted people, far below himself, but with random acts of kindness, he shows that he’s not quite as monstrous as he and others believe him to be.

There are other monsters on my list of favorites, but these are my top five villains. If it were a top ten, I’d have to add:

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So I planned out the store’s annual Halloween party yesterday at work. I’ll be darned if I work on it when I’m not getting paid. There was a time I might have done so, but not any more. There’ll be scary stories read and a craft that’s yet to be determined, five different stations where the kids can trick or treat, an activity corner, and me as a Wandering Pooka giving out a trick, a treat, or a dire warning upon request. And because I’m a sneaky brat, there will be a somewhat educational trivia contest on the origins of Halloween aka Samhain.

I made up two activities… one is monster hopscotch. I’ll make a hopscotch grid on the floor with tape and make cards for each number. The kids will throw a stone and when they hop to the number the stone lands on, they’ll either get a treat right away or they’ll have to do whatever trick the card demands. I also came up with a “pin the eye/horn on the one-eyed, one-horned flying purple people eater.” I’ll have to draw and color him. Though head office wants the party actually on Halloween, we’ll have it on the last Wednesday (Oct. 29th) instead since we had it on the weekend last time and it was close to a disaster in terms of coverage.

I’m sure at some point, probably a week before the event (like with the “event kit” for the new Paolini book… which we really needed since no one could stomach the derivative drivel enough to put together an event that was a positive reflection of the series), they’ll send down some official packet as to what they want done at the party, but I’ll ignore it like I did last year. It’s not like it’s at all useful if I don’t get it in time. At least they let me know a little over a month before the fact that we’ll be having a Halloween party again this year. Last year, they gave me two weeks I think.

In the meantime, I am still trying to prepare the kids section for our “open house” on September 29th. They want me to “refresh” various sections in the kids section and considering I’m the only one available to work on it, I have a feeling it’s not going to be done to specification on time. I mean, they want me to take all the books out of the spinner racks, organize them, and wash the racks before putting them back. Obviously someone with a lot more free time than me came up with this. Considering I can only work on it in my “spare time” on the weekends before doing my regular work during the week (when I used to start my regular work pretty much as soon as I finished the previous week’s load), I’m surprised I’ve managed to get as far along as I have. Honestly though, I doubt that the people in charge have ever had to work a real job a day in their lives. They just tell people what to do without ever doing anything themselves. And while I don’t mind hard work at all, I absolutely hate lazy a$$e$ who get paid to do nothing but delegate… badly.

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Chapter 1.1 in which Glory is not mindful of the store
Chapter 1.2 in which Glory is made to do something she would really rather not
Chapter 1.3 in which Glory thinks she might be sick
Chapter 1.4 in which Aaron makes a mistake
Chapter 1.5 in which Glory is made to see the error of her ways
Chapter 1.6 in which the circle remains unbroken

Chapter 2.1 in which Aaron makes another mistake
Chapter 2.2 in which Glory reflects on her path
Chapter 2.3 in which we learn Aaron is not really a nice boy
Chapter 2.4 in which Glory speculates on the holiness of salt
Chapter 2.5 in which Glory learns of the necessity for upper body strength, but makes do with  what she has
Chapter 2.6 in which Aaron tries to make amends, but is still pretty much an ass

Chapter 3.1 in which Glory is spat on, twice
Chapter 3.2 in which a cop is threatened
Chapter 3.3 in which someone is crying
Chapter 3.4  in which there’s more to the moon than meets the eye
Chapter 3.5  in which Glory comes face to face with an loony environmentalist
Chapter 3.6 in which Glory gets turned around
Chapter 3.7 in which Glory is threatened

Chapter 4.1 in which a doctor makes his rounds
Chapter 4.2 in which Glory is asked some awkward questions

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I’ve been tagged….

 15 things you may or may not know (or want to know) about me…

1. I’m the oldest of four children. I have one sister, one half brother (same mother, different father), and one half-sister (same father, different mother). My sister has been diagnosed with bipolar disorder. I have a nephew through my sister. His father is a crazy druggy alcoholic cultist. Seriously. I’m relieved that he and my sister are no longer together, but I wish she didn’t let him visit my nephew unsupervised. My brother has been diagnosed with Asberger’s and depression. He can’t hold down a job and is on SSI. I think he is just lazy and playing the system, but if he’s content to live that way, there’s not much I can do. Hey, I get depressed too and from tests I’ve taken, I’m borderline autistic myself. You don’t see me sponging off the system. I never see my half sister though she lives fairly close. She only seems to look me up when she wants something.

2. My family on my mother’s side was one of the first families in Virginia. Which means they were probably slave holders (though I have no verification on this). My mother is convinced that there is a curse on our family dating from this time, and this alleged curse explains why we’ve never been able to get ahead. (That’s my mom’s theory any way.)

3. My grandfather put the electricity in the Lincoln tunnel and worked on the Panama Canal. He owned his own construction business up until his partner embezzled the funds from the business and ran off with some floozy. If his partner had not done this, things may have turned out very different for our family.

4. Every house we’ve ever lived in has been haunted. I’ve never seen a ghost, but I hear things and sense things, and sometimes smell things. One of my coworkers has named my attic ghost the “stinky ghost” because I told her about how it made a smell like feces once.

5. I had an “Uncle” Freddie who was actually my great grandmother’s live in boyfriend. She was Irish Catholic so I guess they couldn’t get married? Not sure how that works, but he was also apparently in hiding from organized crime because though he went by the name Fred Clark, Clark was my Nana’s maiden name and my father’s middle name. I really don’t know who he was or what he did that made him take an alias and live out his days in hiding.

6. I am easily frustrated and often disappointed in people and circumstances. I am a hard worker and consistent (rarely late or calling off), but if I feel like I am being taken advantage of, I do my best to get out of the situation ASAP. This applies itself to work and friendships. I’ve dropped people and employers who leaned on me too heavily, especially if I’ve been there for them but they’ve made themselves scarce when I’ve needed them. I don’t like to be treated like a resource. I prefer to be treated like a person.

7. I collect books, comic books, and certain genres of movie. I collect certain authors (Charles de Lint, HP Lovecraft, Robert E Howard, Edgar Rice Burroughs, Scott Cunningham, various weird authors…) and certain subjects (magic, Paganism, mysticism, divination, ancient history…). I collect super hero comics and movies. When I was a kid I collected unicorns. Since I’ve gotten older, I collect dragons. (Most of the unicorns have been sold off in yard sales.) I collect aquatic beanie babies (because I’m a Pisces).

8. I have various spirit animals, but ravens, snakes, and spiders seem to dominate. I collect figures and images of all three, though they are actually pretty difficult to find, especially ravens.

9. I’m a bit of a packrat. I get it from my mother, but I’m not as bad as she is.

10. I’m a very powerful empath. I can even “talk” to plants and animals. It’s useful but also makes me very shy of people and crowds. I get physically sick if I have to spend too much time in a crowd (out of my “comfort zone”). For this reason, I am not overly fond of working in retail, especially during the holidays. Some days I’d just like to find a dark room and crawl under a desk.

11. I believe in aliens, but I don’t think they target good old boys named Bubba for the purposes of performing unnecessary anal probes. Sorry. I think if there are aliens out there, they have more important things to do than troll our little backwater planet of xenophobes. Since we’re on the galactic rim, we’re probably less likely to get extra terrestrial visitors in space ships and more likely to get extra terrestrial visitors in the form of microbe laden meteors.

12. I don’t like to ask for help. I don’t like to impose on people. I’m overjoyed and surprised when people offer their assistance, but I don’t seek it.

13. I like to cook, but my family doesn’t really like to eat (unless it’s red meat). When I have time, I enjoy cooking for the people I work with, except for one guy who is ALWAYS bugging me about cooking. First of all it’s expensive to cook for so many and secondly, if I’m getting constant demands to cook without any recompense (he never offers me a dime), it’s not fun any more. It’s a chore.

14. My great grandmother on my mother’s side babysat us as children. She adored my sister and put up with a lot of crap from my brother, but she hated me and used to tell my mother stories about me so that I would get in trouble. No one could understand why I didn’t like her and would hide from her and say bad things about her as a child. My mother only started to accept that my grammy was cruel to me now that I’m an adult and continue to stick by my story. I wish she would have listened to me when it would have made a difference. Mostly when the subject comes up now, I get the impression she’d just like me to drop it since my grammy is now dead and it’s all in the past. Mostly I’d just like her to say she’s sorry, just once.

15. Every electoral year I start out hopeful and end up disgusted. I never intended to vote for McCain and even less so with the addition of Palin. The Republicans must think women are stupid if they think a gimmick female VP sidekick is going to get my vote. I’m not going to vote for a female VP because I’m a woman any more than I’d vote for McCainn because I’m Irish. I’m getting sick of Obama though… just little things like wise cracks (about Palin and a pig…) and that time he “accidentally” gave the finger to Hilary when they were debating. Frankly I don’t know if I want to vote for either one of these guys any more. I’ll probably vote for Obama, but I don’t know that I like him much as a person. The more I see/hear about him, the less I really like him aside from the fact that he’s not a Republican. The Republican party I find insulting to my intelligence, my sense of justice, my rights as a woman, and my ability to make up my own mind without being told what to think, but that doesn’t automatically make me think the Democrats are much better. We really need the other parties to be put on equal footing with the traditional parties. I’m a socialist, dammit. The democratic party may be the closest thing to my political leanings, but if I thought a socialist or green party candidate had a shot, they’d have my vote instead.

(Wow, that was hard. I thought I was going to run out of things before I got to 15.)

Sorry for my extended absence again. The Writer’s Choice questions will have to wait till next week, but here is the update on my webnovel and the holy days. I was going to post on Sunday, but then I read these reviews of my webnovel and I was kind of upset. The first review just kind of annoyed me (especially the comparison to Twilight!), but I thought the second was just kind of mean. I couldn’t get into writing much of anything after that. And I didn’t have any time yesterday, nor do I really have any today. I’ll try to post something more substantial tomorrow or Thursday.

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Chapter 1.1 in which Glory is not mindful of the store
Chapter 1.2 in which Glory is made to do something she would really rather not
Chapter 1.3 in which Glory thinks she might be sick
Chapter 1.4 in which Aaron makes a mistake
Chapter 1.5 in which Glory is made to see the error of her ways
Chapter 1.6 in which the circle remains unbroken

Chapter 2.1 in which Aaron makes another mistake
Chapter 2.2 in which Glory reflects on her path
Chapter 2.3 in which we learn Aaron is not really a nice boy
Chapter 2.4 in which Glory speculates on the holiness of salt
Chapter 2.5 in which Glory learns of the necessity for upper body strength, but makes do with  what she has
Chapter 2.6 in which Aaron tries to make amends, but is still pretty much an ass

Chapter 3.1 in which Glory is spat on, twice
Chapter 3.2 in which a cop is threatened
Chapter 3.3 in which someone is crying
Chapter 3.4  in which there’s more to the moon than meets the eye
Chapter 3.5  in which Glory comes face to face with an loony environmentalist
Chapter 3.6 in which Glory gets turned around
Chapter 3.7 in which Glory is threatened

Chapter 4.1 in which a doctor makes his rounds

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According to the Chinese, this is the day the Moon was created.

This is the birthday of Henry Cornelius Agrippa in 1486.

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A festival for Ra, Osiris and Horus occurs on the last day of Paopi.

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The 1st day of Hethara is a Feast of Hathor.

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A day long fast in honor of Thoth occurred today according to the Alexandrian calendar.

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Congressman Robert S Walker introduced bill HR-3389 to amend IRS rules to deny tax-exempt status to witchcraft organizations.

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This is the birthday of the Aztec god Quetzalcoatl. Incas marked the Spring equinox with a ceremony held at dawn in their mountain-top temple. They would wait in the dark for the first rays of the sun, and then after rejoicing, they would feast, sacrifice animals, and perform divinations.

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Alexander the Great, deified after his death, was born in 356 BC.

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The Egyptian feast of Divine Life was an Autumnal celebration dedicated to the three-fold goddess – mother (creatrix, daughter (renewer), and dark mother (absolute). Hathor was honored.

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The Kappa-Aquarids meteor shower peaks at this time. It is active from the September eighth to the thirtieth.

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In Norway, Raud the Strong was hideously tortured and martyred by the Christian king Olaf Tryggvason.

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Mabon was to the ancient Celts a festival in honor of the Welsh god Mabon son of the goddess Modron though it has also been attributed to Queen Mab of the fairy people. It is called Alban Elfred by the Druids and Winter Finding by the Asatru who consider it sacred to Frey. The autumnal equinox is the date of the second harvest, this time of fruit. Blackberries, sacred to Brigit, must be harvested between now and Samhain or left for the pookas, fairies who receive all unharvested fruits after November 1.

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In Japan, the autumn equinox is Higan, meaning “the other shore” or heaven. To honor the dead, on this day Buddhists visit cemeteries and pray for the souls of their departed ancestors.

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The Eleusinian Mysteries, sacred to Demeter and Persephone, begin tonight.

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Karpo, goddess of autumn, and Carman, goddess of poetry, were honored tonight and tomorrow.

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Haha! But seriously, we already live in a perfect world, perfect in every way, but we sit here and insist on screwing it up with selfishness and acts of jealousy.  I honestly couldn’t think of a more perfect world than the one we live on. We have clean water (when we’re not dumping our waste into it). We have clean air (when we’re not spoiling it with car exhaust and factory spew). We have clean soil (when we’re not burying toxic and irradiated waste in leaky concrete bunkers). Why…. We live in the most perfect world imaginable; we’re just too stupid to appreciate it.

In all honesty, and I’m not being selfish here… I’d rather have the 5 billion dollars. Has anyone seen the episode of the X-Files where Mulder meets a djinna and asks for world peace? Yeah, and everyone DISAPPEARED! So, world peace…. could never happen unless every single human being but one disappeared. Why just leave just one? Because if you put two human beings together, eventually they fight about something and POOF! no more world peace. I’m only halfway joking here. There’s seriously no way there can ever be world peace unless humanity grows up a little. Stop getting worked up over every little thing. Yeesh! It’s just life. It’s not like it’s permanent.

The other day I had a woman come into the store. Her eyes were wide and staring. In one big rush, she said, “DoyouhavethebookaboutSarahPalin?” I honestly couldn’t tell if she was one of the Rs or one of the Ds, but both of them come in demanding to see the books that support their views front and center, never mind about anything that presents a different opinion. Politics has become cultlike. It’s more than disturbing. It’s scary. Depending upon how this election goes, it might not be safe for people like me to continue to reside in the country of my birth. I know I’ve said it before when Bush was elected and “re-elected,” but as time passes, it becomes more evident that America is not a safe place to live. Not because of outsiders coming here to kill in the name of their religion, but because of the closemindedness of the people who already live here. People scare me!

But back to the SarahPalin cultist, I told her I didn’t know (because I refuse to pay attention to the book titles in the politics section) and that I would look it up. “ItsaboutSarahPalin.It’scalledSarah!” she blurted as if her forcefulness would make me find it faster. After a moment of searching, I told her that it was not yet in but we should have it soon. Did she want to reserve one? No, she was content with the fact that we would be carrying it and walked forcefully out. Is the book pro or con Palin? I have no idea. But her cultists are scary wide eyed women who make me cringe.

Ugh… I don’t care if Sarah Palin is a woman. That doesn’t mean she gives a fig for me and my beliefs. She’s a scary Christian, and I don’t mean that as a slur against Christians in general (My grandma’s Christian, so it’s not like I hate all Christians or something). Palin’s just one of the scary ones. They come in all varieties.   From the description though, I’d say she’s about as close to a Christian version of the Al Qaeda as you can possibly get. If she and the Bush clone are elected, I foresee dark times for Pagans and other free thinkers. I mean, look at what’s been going on in St Paul.  How is it democratic to attack a peaceful protest?

So, give me 5 billion dollars so I can buy an island… and you’re all welcome to come with me. It’ll be the biggest exodus since… the Exodus. heh All free thinking, unbiased, unselfish, and curious people welcome. I don’t care who you are, what you believe, or who you sleep with so long as you’re willing to let everyone else be who they are, believe what they want, and have a loving relationship with whoever loves them back.

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Well….here I am. Back from my five day hiatus. What was I doing? Mainly working, sneezing, and sleeping. I’m really sorry about not even popping in to post the holy days. I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m just not going to be able to post every day until my allergies let up. Not if I want to keep writing my webnovel. As it stands, I let it slide for three weeks while I tried to keep up with posting here and I completely ran out of buffer. I spent the last three hours writing and editing the first three and a half pages of the next chapter (it actually works out to about eight pages if they were on paper).

So… from here on out, I’ll post the newest page of my webnovel on Sundays. On Mondays, I’ll post the Writers Choice Featured Questions and the full week of holy days. Then if I get a chance I’ll make other posts during the week, but at least I won’t feel bad about things I was supposed to do and didn’t. I know no one requires me to post the wcfq or the Pagan holy days, but it’s something that I’ve undertaken, and I feel like a slacker when I don’t do things, especially things I’m determined to do on a regular basis.

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Chapter 1.1 in which Glory is not mindful of the store
Chapter 1.2 in which Glory is made to do something she would really rather not
Chapter 1.3 in which Glory thinks she might be sick
Chapter 1.4 in which Aaron makes a mistake
Chapter 1.5 in which Glory is made to see the error of her ways
Chapter 1.6 in which the circle remains unbroken

Chapter 2.1 in which Aaron makes another mistake
Chapter 2.2 in which Glory reflects on her path
Chapter 2.3 in which we learn Aaron is not really a nice boy
Chapter 2.4 in which Glory speculates on the holiness of salt
Chapter 2.5 in which Glory learns of the necessity for upper body strength, but makes do with  what she has
Chapter 2.6 in which Aaron tries to make amends, but is still pretty much an ass

Chapter 3.1 in which Glory is spat on, twice
Chapter 3.2 in which a cop is threatened
Chapter 3.3 in which someone is crying
Chapter 3.4  in which there’s more to the moon than meets the eye
Chapter 3.5  in which Glory comes face to face with an loony environmentalist
Chapter 3.6 in which Glory gets turned around
Chapter 3.7 in which Glory is threatened

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