Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
Monday, July 12, 2004
The sentencing judge said the stepparents behavior was cruel, demeaning and damaging.
"Both accused share equal responsibility as parents," Judge Donald Halikowski said. "Both failed."
The couple, who pleaded guilty in January and had been free on bail, were jailed after the sentencing.
The boys were toddlers when they were taken in by the couple, their aunt and uncle.
The woman, 43, and man, 51, pleaded guilty to charges of assault with a weapon, forcible confinement and failure to provide the necessities of life. They cannot be named to protect the identities of the boys, now 17 and 18.
The boys were taken from their home in Blackstock three years ago after a tip from a relative.
Investigators who visited the ramshackle, two-story farmhouse, said one boy was found in a makeshift cage that was strapped to a wall and padlocked.
Although they were allowed to go school, officials said the boys were often tied to their beds and sometimes handcuffed and beaten. They were also not allowed to use the toilet and forced to wear diapers.
"... failure to provide the necessities of life."
I wonder what necessities of life they forgot.
Friday, July 09, 2004
Saturday, July 03, 2004
Perhaps, in the end, the person I felt saddest for was, obscurely, myself. Or, in terms of self-interest, not that obscure. I watched the mother cry on the screen, and part of my noted her sorrow, part of me was moved, and another part noted it was probably the part of the film with the most impact. However, the largest part of me said "He joined an army. Armies fight wars. He died. It was a risk he had been willing to take. And that is that. If it had not been your son, you would never have cried, never wondered, never blamed." But it happens, and you need someone to blame. So Bush is blamed. Rightly, in this case, but I'm not sure it *matters* if it was right, or wrong. We always blame others, we seldom blame ourselves.
I understood Abu Gharib at a new level ,as well. As Moore pointed out, it is the poor who join the army, the poor who fight and die in this. The backbone of a nation. Defending it? Hardly. It's a job, they're paid, and they do it. But there is pride, as well, somewhere, and when that pride is tarnished, when trust is broken - then you get frustration, taken out on innocent people who are frustrated at you. No one understands how they came to be where they are, and no one sees any way out. So, violence. Met with violence. Anger with anger, fear with fear. Not right, no, but in a war there is seldom any right.
But, as I walked home, annoyed at the movie for appealing to emotion while understanding that, in the end, that is all anything can really appeal to, I wondered if George W. Bush really new what he was setting in motion, really planned this, really let it happen at some level. And, if so, I wondered if he could sleep at night. And I thought of soldiers, earning money for college and driving by corpses, and I realized that he can, and likely does. Humans are very adaptable creatures. Sometimes, I wonder if that is really a good thing. Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like if we did not forget what had gone before. And I know I will sleep tonight, and soon. And that it will be a normal sleep. And I hate myself for that - but perhaps not enough. And in the end there is no one else to blame or hate, just the eyes that stare back at each of us from the mirror, and "whys" we dare not answer, for fear it would all come crashing down.
Friday, July 02, 2004
Waking things inside me.
Mute, I dare not name.
"What beautiful eyes she has,"
They say, "with flecks in them."
They don't know
My eyes are broken
And they're all fractured pieces,
Each one of them a dozen people
Judging me with their perfect eyes.
My voice, unheard buzzing
In the back of my throat,
Like a frog stuck.
I long to hide from them
Or rip out all their normal eyes
And hide in the darkness
Of their delicious screams.
And you laugh without laughing
Because you see it
And because you know
I will do nothing
As I do nothing
When you open the door.
I don't even
I knew it
When you told me
That you loved me
But I had forgotten
Monday, June 28, 2004
A romance story
Okay, geological features, place names and beverages as character names is a staple of romance, it seems. So this is my contribution to the genre.
"Hey, babe," Stalactite said, but New Kemptville had never been able to tell him from his twin brother Stalagmite.
"Hey," she replied. "Sorry I'm late. I was with Paris and Amber, window shopping in Paris. It was fantabulous."
"Oh?" Stalactite gave her a smouldering raise of his gorgeous eyebrows that left her feeling week-kneed, but fortunately only in her left knee.
New Kemptville hop-skipped down the path, returning his stare with one of her own, like liquid water. "I bought clothing," she said, leaving unaid that it was for her ski trip to the Aspens and let his mind wander. His slow smile showed where it was wondering and left her feeling like here were butterflies in her stomach, but they were doing tantric sex.
"I could help you try them on," the hunk offered, the white of his teeth when he smiled reminding her of moguls.
"I'd love that," she said, emphasizing love delicately, like eating a truffle. "But Cliff said he'd rather do it."
Stalactite scowled, his brows moving downward like his namesake. She knew he hated Cliff almost as much as Sedimentary hated Igneous. "I could take Storm, or Gintonic," he said, referring to her own rivals.
Stymied, they stared at each other, wondering who was bluffing, their faces like jewls in the sunshine, and then he laughed his deep belly laugh. "Ah, Kemp. You always know what turns me on...."
"Well? It's a yes or no type of question."
"You could have just said so."
"I didn't even know there were other Earths!"
"What did you think Faerie was, then? There are a lot of Earths, a lot of Mars's, and even a handful of Mercurys, and that's just this solar system. It's God's way of curing boredom, unless all the realities are meant to be used in a large game of twelfth dimensional pool. "
"Now I know you're joking."
Amanda grinned. "I am. I'm not sure if God was. It's hard to tell sometimes."
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
I stared at her. "What?"
"Energy isn't free."
"You have to - to justify energy used?"
"Of course. Well, not right away, but we have to have explanations ready for when we're audited."
"Angels get audited?"
Amanda nodded, drinking her coffee. "Of course. It's the big reason you don't see many real miracles these days. Too many people in the world to look after, so we can't break the budget like we used to in the old days."
Sunday, June 13, 2004
So, writing wise, the LoLaD novel is continuing onward, slowly but surely. The Continuum game is taking up a lot of the LoLaD novels time, but that's to be expected. Once the idea is done and out of my head, I'll finish up the Toon story, work on this novel, and the fantasy spoof novel. And, with luck, finish 'em :)
Thursday, June 03, 2004
You’re dead and buried in the grave, it’s true.
Not even my love could save you.
They grave’s a cold comfort they say
But you didn’t come back from it today.
How could you go on without me?
The questions will not cease.
Just tell me how, and I’ll be
At peace - and maybe if souls are real
One of us shall be free to heal.
Free of the ideals, making it all unreal,
And able to call it a good deal.
I’ll don a mask of cheer upon
My face; not wonder if you’ve lost or won
I’ll pretend Life is a race with the end forgone,
That we’re all life pawns, that what’s done is done.
My love withdrawn I’ll solider on - and on.
Sunday, May 30, 2004
I just thought I'd get that off my chest and out into the open. A diary is something private. Mostly a blog isn't. And besides, it's not like I have lots in my life I'd write about. So.
I got to thinking today. Things I'd like to do before I die. 'cuz we never know, do we? It's going to be a nice, simple list.
- Publish something.
- Laugh in the face of rejection (and don't return to visit it with a tire iron).
- Fall in love.
- Do something so that I I can, at the end of my life (if I live a long time), look back on it and be proud. Preferably something legal.
- Finish the bloody novel(s).
- Fall out of love.
- Have my ashes spread in the woods when cremated. Actually have people show up for the wake.
Novel wise, I plan to finish chapter 3 today (hah) and begin chapter 4. It should be funny. I've begun writing it in my head at work.
And that's all for now.
Sunday, May 16, 2004
Wednesday, April 07, 2004
Thursday, March 25, 2004
"A lot of people in America have said that they couldn't figure out a way to deal with the public reaction to Mel's movie," Life of Brian producer John Goldstone told Daily Variety. "This is a kind of antidote to Mel."
Friday, March 05, 2004
Wednesday, February 25, 2004
OTOH, my LoLad (Lords of Life and Death) novel is going great and short stories for it are coming out of me like someone denting the porcelain god after too much beans and corn for supper.
Ah well. It's all word count. Yes....
And, shortly, I shall begin to plot it in earnest! (If only he would help)
Monday, February 16, 2004
- Lord Acton
I find it rater amusing since everyone knows the first part, but few know the quote quotation. Much like
I have sworn upon the altar of God, eternal hostility against every form of tyranny over the mind of man.
- Thomas Jefferson
Which is really:
The clergy believe that any portion of power confided to me, will be exerted in opposition to their schemes. And they believe rightly: for I have sworn upon the altar of God eternal hostility against every form of tyrrany known to the mind of man.
- Thomas Jefferson
Nothing to do with the novel. Just an amusing bit of knowledge.
Friday, January 30, 2004
Tuesday, January 27, 2004
The wind begins to die down as I reach the edge of the town, a scattering of homes along dirt roads. The snow is falling, and they say everyone of them is unique. I asked Ms. Corman that at school once and she said that they were al six-sided. Which wasn't really much of an answer. Andrew says that they all began begin the same but change in shape as they drft dowards and connect to other snowflakes, so it would theoretically be possible for two to be exact if they fell and connected to all the right snowflakes, the right weather, the right wind gusts, the exact same spot n the ground. Of course, he also said that we can levitate if all the molecules in the body drift up at the same moment so that we leave the ground. I grinned, remembering her face when he told her that just because things are possible doesn't mean they happen. I think he failed that year.
I snagged an apple off of the bowl on the counter and looked at him. "So what brings you over? I thought we were meeting tomorrow night after I finished work."
Andrew hesitated a moment, as if uncertain, then said "The paper."
"I read it today. What about it?"
"No. I mean, it was late."
"Uhm, Pat is twelve. It's bound to happen sometimes."
"He was four hours late, Pete. And he threw it in front of the garage. He never does that."
"So don't you think it's suspicious?" he demanded.
"No. Why would I?"
"It could be -"
"Andrew, please no conspiracies today, okay? I mean, the one about the nuns who are inventing a virus to wipe out all women who are not Raptured and naming it Pandora was a bit much."
"It exists," Andrew said firmly. "The government -"
"Made it? Paid for it? Thinks it has the antidote but is secretly infiltrated by an order of nuns disguised as call girls?"
"Very funny, Pete."
"No, really," I said, beginning to warm to the theme and looking over at the phone. "They have cell phones and call 463 - 3266. Or, GOD - DAMN, for orders."
"Area code 666?" Andrew said dryly.
"How'd you guess? I know - you're one of them! A nun in disguise!"
"Teachers are different," Rachel Tanner said firmly. "They aren't people."
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
I'll likely start setting specific hours to get writing done in, to push myself. Will see how it works.
Sunday, January 18, 2004
* Alcar snickers
<Alcar> soap-opera style.
<Chaos`^> all romance are soap-opera style dood
<Chaos`^> you should write pr0n
<Alcar> lol. Do both!
<Rooks> a romantic soap opera pron
<Rooks> same old same old
<Alcar> "Maxine realised that Greg really wasn't greg at all as he penetrated deep intom her and she whrithed as he lifted her off the ground, his breath coming out in heavy pants.
<Alcar> Wetness flowed over here and she could her half-brother Carl, currently a German Sheperd, bark "NO!" and looked down to see that Gregs horns has penetrated her stomach, and that it was blood, and she would have fainted but he was doing things with her intestines that felt sooo good.."
<Alcar> like that :p
<Alcar> but more.... pornish.
<Rooks> and more bowchicawowwowish
<Chaos`^> OMFG alcar
<Chaos`^> You need help, seriously
<Rooks> yes he does
<Chaos`^> <Alcar> Wetness flowed over here and she could her half-brother Carl, currently a German Sheperd, bark "NO!" and looked down to see that Gregs horns has penetrated her stomach, and that it was blood, and she would have fainted but he was doing things with her intestines that felt sooo good.."
<Rooks> in writing that story :P
<Chaos`^> Those are not normal thoughts dood
<Chaos`^> I'm just gunna put it off as you making fun of how soap operas run out of plots and make up fucked up plots like possession and demons but... fuck man...
<Chaos`^> First of all...
<Chaos`^> Her half brother carl is a german sheperd... WTF? next... he's watching her have sex with some dood named greg, even though she knows he's a demon... THEN the demon penetrates her stomach with horns... but it feels good...
<Chaos`^> none of that is normal
<Alcar> It is if her husband became a demon.
<Chaos`^> Alcar, you scare me. seriously, you scare me...
Saturday, January 17, 2004
Thursday, January 15, 2004
So hoping for about 2K a day in wordcount, to keep me a little ahead of schecule. Managed the 50K NaNo in 20 days so it should work. Wish me luck :)
Tuesday, January 13, 2004
Added a writing schedule to the side so people can see the goal, and how far I will be for it.
250K during the summer? I must be mad.....
Saturday, January 10, 2004
Theme: Horror, preferably with terror as well.
Subtexts: Alienation, why save the world etc.
No Title, but one may come....