This is not a blog about writing, however, it is a place for ranting. Many of the bloggers that I follow also write stories, some even write books, but over and over I see the same mistakes and it’s driving me nuts. If you’ve been following me for long enough you might remember the series of posts I did about poets last year, I’m just as hard on fiction writers. What bugs me is how few of these writers really focus on learning their craft before putting it out for the world to see.
I’m not talking about a missed comma here and there, I never pay much attention to them and as long as it isn’t frequent it’s forgivable, I’m talking about the style rules. If I see a book blurb, a first page, or the beginning of a post that violates these rules I don’t even bother reading further. Nope, it’s not worth it, the rest of the story/poem/book is probably just as bad. Continue reading
Fridays are supposed to be nice, easy, laid back days. Most of my Fridays are like that, thankfully. However, today was quite the opposite.
Work ran really late and it was hot out. Really hot out. It was an eleven hour day and by the end I felt like half a cave man, stubble thickening on my jaw, sticky with sweat, so hungry I was ready to beat something to death and so agitated that seemed preferable to stopping at McDonalds. I was a fucking monster, angry at the world, smelly, and frustrated.
As a little gift to myself, I decided to spend a bit of the work bonus I got this month on a new laptop. My good laptop died last year and I’ve been making do with one of my old netbooks that hasn’t quite died yet. I was thinking, hey, it’s Friday, work sucked, I deserve a little something nice and I have the cash. Continue reading
It’s a kind of hard to write much about the breakup with Stephanie, like most of our relationship it was pretty unremarkable. I suppose that’s a good thing but it does complicate writing about it.
When I first met Stephanie and we started going out I knew I was going to break her heart. While we’re the same age, she was far less experienced than me in relationships. She still harbored fairy tale dreams. It was interesting because on a superficial level she’s far more successful, good professional job, connections, but behind closed doors it was like she was 17 instead of in her thirties. I’m not going to go into her personal life here but she had some familial issues at a young age that delayed her sexual/romantic life. Think forty year old virgin but not quite as bad. Continue reading
**Those of you who are regular readers will know I have nothing against feminism. I make jokes sometimes but I also have four sisters and was raised in a family that was very firm on everyone, all people are equal. This is just a story and some thoughts about a particular individual and situation.**
As this relationship with Stephanie winds to its inevitable end (I’m seeing her tomorrow, break up time), I find myself reflecting on relationships and life. I’ve been remembering the great loves and losses, the good times and the bad, what really worked for me and what didn’t.
During this reflection I came to think about one of my first relationships.
In high school I started dating Anne (not to be confused with Ann St. Vincent, that was later). The story of the relationship is interesting, I’ve written about it previously (Anne pt 1, Anne pt 2). I’m not going into all the details, you can read the previous posts if you want that, but I’ll give a quick summary. Continue reading
“Show me a loyal husband and I’ll show you one who’s never had a real opportunity to stray.” – Bel Mooney
I saw the above quote on a blog today… and it’s a little hard to explain how fucking angry it made me. Not the post itself, that was fine, just the quote. Similar statements are unfortunately common, we see them all the time, but this one very specifically pissed me off. Really, the sexism (and cynicism) in that single line made me want to puke and then punch someone in the face.
When I got married I was totally in love, head over heels, dedicated to her. I did everything “right”, making sure she was taken care of, I treated her like a princess, I was responsible, respectful but fun, romantic, patient and caring… And to make sure I could take care of her I joined the Navy. Good money, benefits, etc. We moved far away from home, two newlyweds on an adventure.
Okay, I’ve got a dozen different posts I’ve been working on. This is none of those, I had to take a break and tell this story because it’s too fucking epic to miss. Hopefully you’ll laugh your ass off at my expense.
(My exhibitionist dog)
This morning, my dog and I had a bit of a disagreement. We were on our usual morning walk and she decided that the couple walking the dog on the other side of the street must be the devil. They were a nice looking young couple, athletic and attractive, walking what appeared to be an elderly Labrador. On my street, that’s pretty much the norm.
My dog’s senses might be better than mine but I had a hard time believing that the outrageous explosion of barking from her was justified. I had to practically drag her back to the house while trying to tell all my neighbors that she’s actually a sweetheart and that behavior was abnormal. Continue reading
One of the things that has been so nice about dating as I get older is that everything seems much more comfortable and straightforward. You either get along or you don’t, everyone has a better sense of self and what they’re looking for, we’re not bumbling teenagers anymore.
Apparently, I allowed myself to be lulled into a false sense of security because last weekend I had one of the most awkward moments I’ve EVER had on a date.
I’ve been dating this chick, we’ll call her Stephanie, for the last month or so. You might have noticed that there haven’t been any posts about her yet. There’s a reason for that, it hasn’t been anything worth writing about. She’s nice, successful, and sweet but kind of boring. There’s nothing wrong with her, it’s just been a very… unremarkable. Which is saying something since I remark on everything. Continue reading
A couple days ago I wrote a post about Google changing it’s content guidelines for their Blogger site, Explicit Posts. I copied the email they sent me about their new restrictions on explicit content. Well, apparently I wasn’t the only person that had an opinion on the topic.
Today, I received a second email from Blogger rescinding the guideline change.
This week, you received an email telling you about some changes we were making to the Blogger Content Policy. In that email, we announced a change to Blogger’s porn policy stating that blogs that distributed sexually explicit images or graphic nudity would be made private.
We’ve received lots of feedback about making a policy change that impacts longstanding blogs and the negative impact on individuals who post sexually explicit content to express their identities.
We appreciate the feedback. Instead of making this change, we will be maintaining our existing policies.
What this means for your blog:
Commercial porn will continue to be prohibited.
If you have pornographic or sexually explicit content on your blog, you must turn on the adult content setting so a warning will show.
It seems an appropriate time to write this post as I’ve just received an email from Blogger about their new content guidelines. (I post on both sites, Blogger and WordPress. As far as I know, WP policies aren’t changing.)
In the coming weeks, we’ll no longer allow blogs that contain sexually explicit or graphic nude images or video. We’ll still allow nudity presented in artistic, educational, documentary, or scientific contexts, or where there are other substantial benefits to the public from not taking action on the content.
The new policy will go into effect on the 23rd of March 2015. After this policy goes into effect, Google will restrict access to any blog identified as being in violation of our revised policy. No content will be deleted, but only blog authors and those with whom they have expressly shared the blog will be able to see the content we’ve made private.
Our records indicate that your account may be affected by this policy change. Please refrain from creating new content that would violate this policy. Also, we ask that you make any necessary changes to your existing blog to comply as soon as possible, so that you won’t experience any interruptions in service. Continue reading
The Australia trip wasn’t all roses and sunshine, or ropes and sex. What should have been the absolute best morning of the trip, after the threesome, was actually the worst.
We’d had two bottles of wine which might have been why I tossed and turned all night. When I don’t sleep my brain doesn’t do well. By the time Vivian’s alarm clock went off I was already feeling rough mentally. I just wanted to be spend all day in bed, preferably asleep on a pair of beautiful boobs. Too bad Vivian had to work.
Then I got on my phone and the morning went from bad to worse. Continue reading