Tag: Marjorie Taylor Green

Is There Life After Love?

Tuesday morning and can you believe it’s been a week since the national bloodbath? I am sure they are going to finish licking their wounds and start their next tantrum/breakdown/whatever they do to cope when they realize they are not the majority they love to think they are. The weather here has definitely changed, and this is absolutely my favorite time of year in New Orleans. I don’t like getting up in the dark or getting home after dark, but it’s nice to enjoy being outside again. I slept really well yesterday, which was great. I had a good day at work, and felt pretty good when I left the office for home. I am in the final vestiges of this cold or whatever it was, so that’s also kind of nice. I did some chores when I got home, and it was lovely coming down to a clean apartment. It’s lovely to not feel sick anymore…I made a grilled cheese sandwich for dinner, chilled with Sparky, and did a little bit of reading and some free form scribbling in my journal. I even managed to get through some of my emails yesterday, and maybe can get the inbox cleared out once and for all. It’s hard to imagine that ever happening, but one can but dream, you know?

Lauren Boebert officially lost her House seat yesterday, and she can join her old buddies Matt Gaetz and Marjorie Taylor Green over in the “irrelevant loser” pile. We, of course, are still waiting on results from Alaska and Mississippi, but soon enough those races will also be over and the rout of MAGA will be complete. I know I’ve lost track, but are there still any Tea Party/MAGA people really left in Congress anymore? I wonder how they’ll rebrand racism and white supremacy and Christian Nationalism for the next go round? They never go away, you know; evil conservatism is like a hydra.

I continued my rewatch of Friday the 13th the Series with the second episode of the first season, “The Poison Pen,” which is one of the sillier and more campy episodes. This time around, a monk known as the Oracle of Death writes prophecies about death down with a quill pen and they come true. (Of course, it never occurs to anyone that his pen is cursed and writing down people’s deaths with it essentially kills them.) The monastery is housed on valuable real estate downtown, and a construction syndicate is offering them a lot of money for their property–which is part of the scheming going on behind the scenes in the cloister. In order to get the pen, the three go undercover in the monastery to retrieve the object before more people die, and Mickey has to bind herself and pretend to be a man. (Hence the campy aspects of the episode.) The effects are cheap and silly to modern eyes, but probably weren’t as bad when the show originally aired; the wildest part is the homicidal, independently flying guillotine blade. But it was fun, and I think I already remember episode three of this season, “Cupid’s Bow,” which if I am remembering correctly, winds up in a fraternity house…which was even funnier than the cheap effects or Mickey in drag moments of episode 2.

We did finish Black Doves on Sunday night; it really is a fun show. I love the lesbian assassins–they remind me of my Ninja Lesbians in my Scotty series, Ben Whishaw is also fantastic as always, he needs to be in more things, and of course, Sarah Lancashire is a queen. I’m not sure how they’ll do another season, but I certainly hope they do and they know how how to do it properly rather than put something terrible together to cash-in on the excellence of the first two seasons.

I also sent out a newsletter, which you can read by clicking here. I talk about my short story “The Sound of Snow Falling”, which is in the newly released anthology Unloaded Volume 3. compiled and edited by Eric Beetner. Huzzah!

And on that note, I am going to head into the spice mines for the morning. Have a marvelous Tuesday, Constant Reader, and I will be back again bright and early for my midweek blog tomorrow. Until then–thanks for stopping by yet again!

This image perfectly illustrates why early settlers and the indigenous people thought the marshes, wetlands, and swamps were full of supernatural creatures in Louisiana.

I Need Your Love Tonight

Monday and back to the office blog this morning, and I didn’t want to get up this morning. But now that I am, I feel fine and ready to get on with this day. I did not have the productive weekend that I wanted to have, but I got rest and that’s really the most important part of the weekend for me now. I did get some reading done–I am loving The Cypress House, more on that later–and I did assemble the new barbecue grill (which took much longer than it needed to and was much more complicated than it needed to be, but it’s done and I most pleased with myself for not only doing it, but redoing it when I had done something wrong, as opposed to just leaving it and making it work); it was cool outside but incredibly muggy, so I got overheated and super sweaty while doing it, with the end result that I was really tired when it was finished…and my appetite was gone. Ah, well, at least it’s done and ready for next weekend, right?

We started watching the final season of Young Royals yesterday, and it’s interesting. What’s even more interesting is seeing how the main characters have grown and changed in real life; the prince is now taller than Simon, which he didn’t used to be. They also look more mature in the face, if that makes sense? But watching them kissing now doesn’t feel as uncomfortable as it did in earlier seasons, so they’ve clearly gotten older in real life. I don’t know the ages of the actors and I don’t know if I care enough to go look and see how old they are, but one of the things that always makes me squirm a bit in shows with age appropriate (or appearing) actors is you feel a bit icky watching them be intimate with each other…which is one of the reasons why most teens in film and television are played by actors in their twenties. This, however, gives us all–especially those of us not around teenagers very often–the wrong idea about how adult teenagers look, especially when they’re sexually active…so it’s shocking when you run into actual teenagers and you see how young they really do look. This is something I’ve been wrapping my mind around since Heartstopper, and trying to write about. Maybe now I can finish those thoughts all the way through? Stranger things have happened…

The eclipse is today, and we won’t get full coverage of the sun here in New Orleans, but about 85%, but that doesn’t mean people aren’t going to be weird. I love that people think the eclipse is going to be the rapture (if only), or an omen/sign from God…because that’s just how the universe and space and time work. One shouldn’t be surprised that Marjorie Taylor Greene, who would have been screaming about witchcraft had she been alive in Salem in the 1690’s, would go all Old-Testament in the face of a celestial event science has explained for centuries now. I’d love to see someone do a deep dive on her life–what are her parents, that raised such an inbred moron, like? Siblings? Where did she go to school, if she did? There really is nothing worse than an idiot who thinks God speaks to them. I wonder if she thinks she’s the second coming of some Biblical character, like the idiot Speaker of the House (Louisiana does NOT elect its best people) thinks he’s Moses? Queen Jezebel would be my best guess as to which Biblical POS harlot she would be–or Herodias, mother of Salome.

In a few weeks I’ll be off to Alabama to meet Dad, after which we will drive up to Kentucky where I’ll stay for a few days. I’ve not seen Dad since October, so it’s well overdue, but of course I also had surgery in the meantime and therapy and so forth. I’ll be packing plenty of books to try to get caught up on my reading–and of course, I’ll be listening to audiobooks in the car while I drive. I’ve downloaded quite a few books to listen to in the car, and I’m really looking forward to the drive and letting my creativity roam as I drive. I am dreading that lengthy drive back to New Orleans, as always, but it could also be a but fun. I always love coming home to Paul and Sparky after being away for a while. The only traveling I’ll be doing for the rest of the year will be going to see Dad, so I am hoping to use the rest of the year to pay down some debt so I can make it to Left Coast Crime next year without a problem or worries.

And on that note, I am going to bring this to a close and head into the spice mines. Have a lovely Monday, Constant Reader, and I will talk at you again probably later.