Monthly Archives: November 2016

My Gig Economy

The better-half comes home from getting a haircut and tells me how his barber is taking online Russian lesson through some outfit called Got Classes. (That’s not their real name, but you’ll understand the alias later.) He says to me, “Why don’t you check them out? Maybe you could teach English online.”

This was more than a gentle hint. See, I quit the last job, which was in many ways the perfect “part time” gig at a nearby community based organization, except no matter how hard I tried, part time always became full time, and I wanted to spend more time writing. However, three years later, neither the novel or novella I’d produced during my hiatus, were offering me enough in royalties to buy more than a monthly latte at Starbucks, and that would be on a good month, nor was I living large on Continue reading My Gig Economy

The Exorcist: Turn, Turn, Turn (Season 1, Episode 8)

exorcist-8-money-shotThis week on The Exorcist — The Griefbearers:  Father Tomas makes some dumb calls, and Father Marcus goes along, probably because he’s exhausted or bedazzled by Tomas’ good looks, or possibly under the influence of Satan. We say good-bye to at least one, but maybe two supporting players. Casey’s exorcism is completed but it didn’t exactly go as planned, and it looks like the Rance family will be moving to Canada but not for the same reason as tens of millions of their compatriots.

You can read my detailed and astute recap over at The Agony Booth, and you can thank me by at least checking out one of my books on Amazon. YOU’RE WELCOME!

The New Normal Will Never Be Normal

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(I’ve got to start writing content for this blog again. In the meantime, I’m reposting this piece from November, which holds up well I think.)

(11/18/16) At this moment, I’m sitting in New York’s Winter Garden, across the street from One World Trade. It was the first place to be rebuilt after 9/11. It’s difficult to believe that was fifteen years ago. And everyone who was in New York will tell you how extraordinarily beautiful the weather was, and that it was a Tuesday. There was no hint of the coming catastrophe. Workers showed up, piling into their cubicles as usual. There were warnings, which were ignored by W and Condaleeza, but we, the people, didn’t know anything about that.

Today is a little colder than that morning was. Of course it’s November already. Almost Thanksgiving. It’s nearly lunch time. Office workers are window shopping on a break, or walking through on their way to the food court. Tourists are taking pictures. There aren’t many homeless people here, Continue reading The New Normal Will Never Be Normal

The Exorcist: Flying Nuns and Super Priests

If I'd planned to sin, I would've manscaped beforehand.
If I’d planned to sin, I would’ve manscaped beforehand.

This week on The Exorcist, Tomas continues to be useless, while Marcus does the heavy lifting, and Bennett reveals his superpowers. You can read my complete fascinating recap and/or catch up on all my recaps, over at The Agony Booth, which has now merged with Happy Nice Time People to create the snarkiest recapping beast on the planet.

Investors Wanted — Protect Your Lady Parts with the Smart Belt for Women

iron_chastity_belt_europe_wellcome_l0058586With the election of the Pussy-Grabber in Chief as President and the empowerment of his alt-right gamergate bros  no vagina is safe.  This isn’t your mama’s rape culture. It’s open season on women. The modern gal can expect her subway ride to be a grabfest, and don’t look for protection in the work place, you whiny bitch! Ha-ha-ha! It’s so cute when you get red-faced and indignant. Take is as a compliment! Get another job why don’t ya? Besides it’s all in good fun, right? It’s not like you own your vagina.

But ladies, don’t lose hope! A solution is at hand. I’m looking for investors to help bring back the chastity belt. Not the old-timey oppressive kind where men held the key, but a new belt for a new time that you can proudly wear over or under your clothes, a belt that puts you in charge. A Smart Belt (Trademark). No more messy urine holes! You simply slip the thing off to pee, or when it’s time to talk to your boss about a promotion.

The prototype is still being developed, but since the point is to keep grubby stubby fingers from entering the inner sanctum — or even making direct contact with it, we are probably looking for a strong, but light-weight, rust-proof rigid metal. (I hear you can that kind of thing cheap from China.)  Something that can be welded into a shape that won’t interfere with walking, running, yoga, Pilates or other daily activities.

Money is needed for development. We could use some design ideas for belts that can be worn during the day or in the evening. Belts that make a statement!  Belts that tease and belts that just say no. Designer belts and knock-offs.

Does anyone have a line to Ivanka? Something tells me she’d be interested.

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