Happy Resist Tyranny Day!

What?  What do you mean that should be every day in America?  Well, of course it should, but that’s besides the point.  People need little dates and things to remind them of what they should be doing all along.  You know, like Speak Like a Pirate Day, or Pi Day, or “Have You Tipped Your Blogger Lately Day?”  Stuff like that…  er… coff.

Anyway, its being the hides of March, I figured we should, half in fun and full in earnest celebrate the demise of the original Man Who Would Be Emperor by doing something tyranny-resistant-like, for instance, oh, I don’t know, flying your don’t tread on me flag (what do you mean you don’t have one?) Sporting your Spirit of 76 car sticker/magnet (what do you mean you don’t have one?), going out of your way NOT to fill any federal forms or give any information to any government busybodies.

Oh, and if your state is considering violating your second amendment rights (mine is—groan) you should call your state-representatives and give them what for over the phone.  Then wish them happy Ides of March.

Don’t go doing anything illegal or getting yourself in trouble, but some act of passive resistance or irate-what-for phone calling is the minimum you can do to let these critters know who’s boss.  They’ve been getting  rather above themselves, lately and We The People need to tug on the reins now and then.

So, go forth, and celebrate the Ides of March.

I can as well be hanged as tell the manner of it:        it was mere foolery; I did not mark it. I saw Mark        Antony offer him a crown;–yet ’twas not a crown       neither, ’twas one of these coronets;–and, as I told     you, he put it by once: but, for all that, to my        thinking, he would fain have had it. Then he        offered it to him again; then he put it by again:        but, to my thinking, he was very loath to lay his        fingers off it. And then he offered it the third        time; he put it the third time by: and still as he        refused it, the rabblement hooted and clapped their    chapped hands and threw up their sweaty night-caps and uttered such a deal of stinking breath because      Caesar refused the crown that it had almost choked  Caesar; for he swounded and fell down at it: and        for mine own part, I durst not laugh, for fear of        opening my lips and receiving the bad air.

 Addendum: I’m going to try to have a chapter of Rogue Magic for you tonight or tomorrow.  I know what happens, I just don’t have the voice, yet.  I’m trying to fight Jonathan being first person, because first book is multiple, POV.  Otoh maybe that type of “consistency” is a holdover from trad publishing and I should just get over it.  What do you guys think?

UPDATE: Welcome Instapundit Readers and thanks to Glenn Reynolds for the link!

226 responses to “Happy Resist Tyranny Day!

  1. I have read some good books with multiple POVs Louis L’amour used the technique to flip between first and third person.I believe, off the top of my head that he did it in one of the Sackett novels. I personally dislike too many points of view.A litte of something is good too much is Robert Jordan

    • IIRC, he used a mix of first and third in most of the Sackett novels. Since I grew up on those, I didn’t realize until much later that you weren’t “supposed” to do that. I think it works just fine as long as you keep the changes clear.

      • I didn’t mean that — I meant multiple narrators — as in Witchfinder.

      • Obviously you aren’t ‘supposed’ to do that. If you do you lose all chance of becoming a real writer and at best might become a hack writer like Louis L’amour that only sells to the unwashed masses.

        • indeed! I can’t do it because I ain’t that good. Maybe when I grow up…

          • Dorothy Grant

            Or maybe you are that good, and this is the novel where you figure it out and show us too, eh?

            And if you decide you don’t care for it, you can always declare it an avant garde experiment that didn’t work.

            • Yes, please. Please do. They’re in here *thumps skull* and they won’t come out. I beg, I plead, I even put words on paper, but they won’t do it. And they’re multiplying.

  2. Wayne Blackburn

    OK, not enough caffeine yet. I read the title of the post, “Happy Resist TRANNY Day!” and started to wonder if you had been accosted by a pack of wild trannies.

    • I ALMOST made a joke about that. Should have. I know my people.

    • My first thought when reading that comment was, “did the tranny finally go out in her suburban?”

      • Dorothy Grant

        well, every tranny needs a night out now and then… but why in Sarah’s suburban? There are much flashier cars to steal for a night on the town.

      • Bearcat — we blew out the rear seals of the tranny on our Dodge Caravan and spent a week in Quanah, Texas, while it was being repaired. I like small towns. I like railroads. I do NOT like a solid week of temps in the century+ range, especially when I have to walk. I no longer even like JOKES about trannies, and that was eight years ago… 8^(

    • You know the fun part of that, is those of us who are mechanically inclined, hear “tranny” and immediately think “transmission” not “transvestite”

      • Oh, thank you. I thought transmission first as well.

        Ended up with the image a tranny by the side of the road becasue of a a bad tranny… and To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything! Julie Newmar (of which I have never seen more than promos and clips…)

      • I thought transmission first, and transnational progressive second, apparently my mind was further up out of the gutter than normal, because transvestite didn’t even cross it.

  3. So, what does Jonathan think?

    I just read what’s put on the page.

  4. Martin L. Shoemaker

    Write the story, don’t fight the story.

  5. Rob Crawford

    Unfortunately, remarks about the Ides of March to politicians will likely either result in confusion or visits from Officer Friendly for making a threat.

    Though, come to think of it, Obama’s made as much noise about the lack of a crown on his head as Gaius Julius Caesar ever did…

  6. Asking my opinion of a book that is not yet written? That might be dangerous. Jonathan should, if you can catch it, provide a marvelous manner of story telling, because even to himself I suspect he is a bit of a poser — and he would be having such delightful arguments between who he had been carefully presenting himself as and who he is being forced to become.

    Ultimately I agree with Mr. Shoemaker: write the story. (Although I suspect with all the voices/characters clamoring in your head there will inevitably be some fighting.) I assure you we will read it, and we will probably give you an eyeful of comments along the way.

  7. If you do start switching between POV, can you at least do something to clearly mark the switch from one POV to another? When a book is written in multiple POVs, it’s really annoying when you have to spend two or three paragraphs figuring out that the reason the tone changed is because you just switched characters.

  8. “As I Lay Dying” is one of my favorites. The author signaled the switch in narrators with chapter headings, but I enjoy multiple-POV first-person stories where you have to guess the narrator from the style and the context.

    • The rule — and I did this in Witchfinder, because it’s second nature at this point — is “Identify narrator in first paragraph,” I only switch when I switch chapters, and in first paragraph I establish narrator, place and problem.

    • Yeah! Funniest novel I ever read! (I’m weird.) My favorite chapter was “My mother is a fish.” That was it, whole chapter.

      • “As I Lay Dying.” Got lost in multiple entries. “Number of the Beast” is pretty funny too.

      • No, I’m with you, wickedly funny. That feckless father always moaning, “Was ere a man so unfortunate as I.” Deep black slapstick humor.

        • Susan Shepherd

          Hmm. Now I wonder whether I’d have enjoyed it if it hadn’t been praised as high literature. Once I figured out that nothing would go right for the family except rarely and briefly, I lost interest; I could see skill in the writing, but “the author is talented” is not one of my primary criteria when choosing what to read.

  9. What does the book *need*? Isn’t consistency the bugbear of sane minds or something like that? ;p

    • Um, so irate readers waving Nerf ™ bats and screaming “Don’t mess with my mind!” don’t accost authors at Cons? That’s my guess.

      I just had this vision of the pack of angry fans mentioned above colliding with an equally angry pack of fans chanting “finish the series. Finish the series.” As mayhem ensues, the authors sneak off to get more coffee.

      • Nerf? NERF? DO you know my fans?

        I need to finish musketeers, before you know, they come after me with sharp pointy things TM

        • Who said I was referring solely to you, oh most prolific of writers and most generous blog-hostess? *Glares in K.B.’s general direction, taps foot, looks at calendar, taps foot*

          • Now, now, Sarah, you KNOW I don’t go to Cons. Besides, I prefer a blunt instrument. Much more blood and gore all over everywhere that way. Of course, there are only a few authors I’d do that to, and by some strange coincidence, their first names ALL begin with a “P”… 8^)

      • NERF doesn’t make bats these days.

        It *does* make stuff like this:

        http://nerf.wikia.com/wiki/Hail-Fire

        which is *FAR* more effective…. >:)

    • “A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds”, Emerson.

      Sorry, worked with the elementary school kids yesterday…

  10. Hard to resist giving the government all your info when the companies you willingly give it to (because you’re trading info for services) turn around and hand it to the government.

  11. The trouble with celebrating resisting tyranny on this day of all days is

    a) by 15 March the Romans had already waited too late. The day to bring charges against Caesar was the day he crossed the Rubicon.

    b) Caesar was sentenced and convicted by a kangaroo court, thus undermining due process, his rights as a Roman citizen and rule of law in the Republic

    c) in the end, it did not work out at all well, did it? Resistance was futile. Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate.

    d) more reasons

    Better by far to celebrate Cincinnatus. Anybody know what his birthday was? Perhaps the date of his resignation from power should be when we celebrate?

    • BobtheRegisterredFool

      c) The Republic was effectively dead well before the third Gaius Julius Caesar. He grew up in the BS of the prior generation, including Marius and Sulla. As for the empire, maybe if he had lived, it might’ve gone on a different trajectory. That said I care far more about the Republic than the Empire.

      b) The defining legal principal of the time looks like if a mob or enough senators wanted it to be legal, it was legal if they could pull it off. More specifically it violated his rights as a pontifex maximus, and as someone who had made it illegal to harm him. Also, Hahahahaha.

      a) That was far, far, far from the first of Caesar’s legally dubious shenanigans. Not that I particularly like many of the other actors.

    • RES, there is a theory (explained most recently in March Upcountry by Ringo) that there were enough Senators among the murderers to constitute a legal Quorum of the Senate of Rome, and therefore was within the letter and perhaps the spirit of Roman Law.. YMMV

  12. BobtheRegisterredFool

    On the one hand, I just recently finished a binge on studying the third Gaius Julius Caesar in his line, the famous one. On the other, I’m having trouble putting anything from that into words. On the gripping hand, I have questions about Sarah’s short stories.

    One, what was the name of the piece with the vampire kings? IIRC, it had Chelsea with the numbers filed off and Lenin.

    Two, what was the one with the Dragon mating dance, with the space alien dragons? Or am I misremembering?

    • The Blood Of Dreams. And bonus on figuring out her id!

      Choosing Sides or Another George (it had both names.)

      Gads, I need time to publish more.

      As for Every Man’s Wife, Every Woman’s Husband aka Versatile Julius, yeah I know it doesn’t exactly fit, but it seemed like a good thing to do on the Ides of March.

      • BobtheRegisterredFool

        I’m afraid I didn’t figure it out, someone said it in the context I read it.

        Gaius’s womanizing is fairly well attested. As for the other, the Romans might suggest that if he would do it for Nicodemus, he would do it for anyone.

        I strongly dislike the man.

        At the moment my tastes are for maximum insult to the living. The secret of the Greens is that the Earth’s gender is often misreported. Father Earth, Mother Sky. The true name of the incarnation of the Earth is Gaius, and he is that Gaius. Thus why the Green’s worship the earth by wastefully spending the money of others, promoting misgovernment, and incompetently attempting mass murder. They mostly haven’t the social skills to add in womanizing to the degree that Caesar practiced it.

        The third Reich and the Soviet Union, among others, can be understood as worship of the State and of Empire. This leading to Caesar worship. Mass graves as chthonic sacrifice.

  13. Wayne Blackburn

    Slightly of topic here (who, me? Shirley, you jest) – Sarah, you’ve messed up reading for me to some extent by suggesting that Dwight Swain book. Now I find myself seeing how stories match up to the recommendations there.

    Oh, sure, now I know WHY some things don’t feel right when I read them, but it’s distracting. I’m like that – I used to do screen printing, so I critique every sign I see. I used to work in an aluminum foundry, so I critique molded metal objects.

    • Er… yes, becoming a writer destroys your pleasure reading for a while. Eventually you get over that.

    • For me it’s computer code. Occasionally I’ll come across it myself, more often a friend will be asking me for help with a piece of software and I’ll notice the badly-designed code when I’m helping them. I’ll usually point it out to the friend, too: “Right here, they should have done this but they did that instead because they were being lazy. And not the good kind of laziness* either. Grrr, professionalism offended, hulk smash, etc.”

      * Laziness, Impatience, and Hubris – the three great virtues of a programmer

      • A novelist, too.

        We sit around at our gatherings and go “I’m the world’s laziest writer.” “No, I am.”

      • Wayne Blackburn

        Believe it or not, I’m not that way with computer code so much, because I only know a handful of people who aren’t so inefficient and illogical with their code that it’s not practically gibberish. I’m analyzing some in-house code at work now that makes what should be a relatively simple operation so complicated that it makes my head hurt.

        It’s kind of like getting OCD in a junkyard. If you let that happen, you’ll never make it out alive.

        • Paul (Drak Bibliophile) Howard

          The sad part about “junky” computer code is that many times the programmer was in “look at how smart I am” mindset. I.E. instead of writing simple understandable code that does the job, they go for the more complex ways of doing things because “only stupid people write simple understandable code”. [Frown]

          • Drak — DON’T get Dan going on this. JUST don’t. You sound just like him.

            • Now Sarah, no one gets invited to Java One by making what’s out there work; far better to invent another language….

          • Wayne Blackburn

            I’ve generally only seen that on tech help forums, where they do something like use the most abstract forms of commands and methods, when perfectly serviceable wrappers already exist, which make things far more understandable.

            Mostly, I see unnecessary repetition, clumsy logic, and doing things a long way when it could have been done more elegantly in a shorter form. Since I learned programming first in the early ’80s, my idea of “smart” coding is to make it smaller and faster. I went to school with a guy who could do more with his Commodore Color Computer with 4k memory than a lot of people could do with their Apple II with 64k. He recently left his job doing AI for DARPA to help found a company which created a crowdfunding variant intended for funding parties, reunions, and such. People sign up, join their event, and the system does all the nagging and such to get people to pay their fee for the event. Personally, it seems like small potatoes, but maybe he sees more money in it.

    • I took a class in acting my freshman year of college. Toward the end of that semester the college film series screened Three Faces of Eve. Half way through an important scene for Ms. Woodward’s character I realized that I had become mesmerized watching Lee J. Cobb handle his cigar. (Oh shut your filthy Freudian mind, you in the back there.)

  14. Wayne Blackburn

    How long does it take? It’s been 18 years since I worked in a foundry, and I still get agitated when I see the tool marks in the door handle at O’Charley’s.

    • Wayne Blackburn

      Dagnabit. I hate replying at the bottom of a thread. I keep forgetting to click the actual link first.

    • I noticed recently that I can turn it off. It’s been… 28 years…

    • How long? It depends on the egregiousness of the crimes against professionalism.

      Sadly, it does not require having done something professionally. Up the street from us is a “highish-end” development, the sort where garage doors are designed to look like faux carriage doors. While out walking with Beloved Spouse one day we noticed that a sizable number of those “carriage doors” had their “hinges” backwards.

      Once the mind has become conscious of a problem it can be very reluctant to release that awareness.

    • Or you develop it by proxy. My father took up cabinet making, oh, fifteen years ago, and now I’m constantly noticing, and irritated by, bad woodwork, poorly mitered corners, and cheap veneer (the wood kind, not the social kind, although that sort irritates me too.)

      • Wayne Blackburn

        For me, the proxy form is not as severe, but on the other hand, my dad is a perfectionist (fortunately, not the type who makes you do something over and over again until it’s up to his standards), so there’s definitely some OCD going on there.

      • Since my dad builds cabinets, and is a perfectionist I know exactly what you are talking about.

        On an only somewhat related note, if you really want something irritating have said perfectionist cabinet maker help you frame a house. I had my dad help me build mine and you have no idea how irritating it is to spend hours ‘fixing’ the fact that when measured diagonally corner to corner your house is 1/8″ out of square.

        • Wayne Blackburn

          I was used to it before I turned 10, so that wouldn’t be a huge problem for me.

        • Perfectionist cabinetmaker tried to help the Habitat group in his town. He quit before he could rip his hair out. Not just odd framing, but their putting up sheet rock before finishing the roof (and not tarping when rain was forecast) overwhelmed him.

        • 1/8″ out of square? Had a co-worker that obsessed over something roughly similar until I had him restate the error in percentage, and then compared that with his (admittedly *very* nice cabinet work). He still twitched a bit now and then, but it was manageable.

  15. *pant pant* hey, I finally caught up on the comments! Well. The ones from the last post or two. Now if only I could think of something constructive to say…

    • What, you mean you don’t have anything to add to the collaborative great american novel (otherwise known as Malice or Incompetence)? How are we going to give it than final little push to topple over the 1000 comment barrier if you don’t help.

      • Well, then, I’m sure I can come up with *something* to contribute towards the great 1K. Lessee here, education…

        • We don’t need no education, we don’t need no thought control! (runs.)

          • Thought control = indoctrination
            Thought control =/= education
            Apparently Bloomberg, Feinstein, Schumer et al think it is for the government to tell us what we need and don’t need.

            Me, I got my own list of what we don’t need, and I’ve already put part of it up above.

            But right now I need to refill the coffee and see whether we’ve any ginger stem biskies that the doctor and the Beloved Spouse say I don’t need.

            • I need to make a pot of coffee, too. I could use a bit of thought control (ummm… only I get to control my thoughts–) ;-)

              • You do? I get these critters wandering in and going “nice mind you have here. Shame if something were to happen to it.”

                • No– that is my big problem– (I wonder if an aluminum helmet would work). I want to control my thoughts. lol

                  • Actually, I tried tin foil (stop laughing. It was very tasteful.) It attracts MORE characters.

                    • Oh NO! I used to sip at the abyss when I was a poet. Since my illness I bath in it. URG! (don’t need more characters in my brain).

                    • oh no– a story with Sarah running around in a tasteful tin foil hat. Umm. Decorated maybe? What did the boys say? /runs

                    • Robert made a tinfoil yarmulke for self. Looked nice. … but it also didn’t work. (Weirdly, he didn’t get Jewish characters…)

                    • The reason I wonder if characters actually live in other dimensions (quit– it is quite rational lol) is they seem to gather around me and give me nightmares if I don’t write enough. Plus they seem to go to gather around certain types of people. (not just me)

                      I used to wonder about the character sheets. If I try one of those… the character will have different strengths and weaknesses from the ones I planned. Plus the planning is a practice in futility. It never goes How I Say it should go. ;-)

                    • I have long ago had that as my working hypothesis. Read Hexwood Farm by Diane Wynn Jones. We are NOT alone.

                    • Oh, yeah, and I never use character sheets. They’re just THERE.

                    • YEP– and they don’t always tell the pain until they open up a little.

                    • Yes. And the pain is where the story starts. Even if the book starts years later.

                    • Wayne Blackburn

                      No, no, it didn’t attract more characters, it kept in the ones that would have escaped otherwise. ;-)

                    • I’ll bet you turned the shiny side in. It has to be out. Oh, and you can’t roll the ends – THAT creates both characters and conflict! Of course, that’s only hearsay, since I’d NEVER try it myself… (ducks and runs as fast as his bad knees will let him).

                    • Eh, not only did a one-shot book turn into a trilogy, but I just noticed that there’s going to be one darn complicated romantic sub-plot in the next book. I do not have time for these people! The emperor’s brother was not supposed to fall for the MC. It was supposed to be her and her long-time aid-de-camp developing a discrete . . . oh bother.

                    • ROFL. And now you know why I ended up with a gay elven prince…

                    • Ah, characters.

                      I’ve got one who seems to think he’s actually some sort of elder god (no, not the Cthulhu mythos) or some similar spirit, incarnated (or whatever the term would be for fictional individuals…), only he refuses to tell which one. Judging from his behavior, war and womanizing (both sexes, actually, although he seems to prefer females) would have played a large part, except pretty much all of them did those. Too smart for somebody like Ares, a bit too reliable for any of the tricksters, at least with the characters he likes although he can get quite nasty when so inclined with the ones he doesn’t like. Definitely not one of the sky fathers. Oh well.

                      I have considered smashing his head in, or pushing him off a cliff or something but he is not co-operating, so I guess I have to keep him. :D

                      I wish I was a plotter, or somebody who can dream up the characters she needs for the story she wants to tell. Trying to think up the stories for these pests can be annoying. They tend to argue if they don’t like where the story is going, too.

                    • You and me, sister. You and me. Even when I was a plotter, I still got the characters that came, not the ones I wanted.

                    • Then The Daughter must not be a real writer of stories. She can quite cooly run a bus over the whole lot when the characters start to misbehave.

                      I, on the other hand, agree that the stories come from another dimension. I got a flash, but the idiot imp had delivered the story to the wrong group of thoughts on the blog — catching a reader and not one of the writers. I have a skeleton with no flesh that just politely hangs there in a back closet of my mind. (I don’t know whose it is, but it is gathering dust as I type.)

                    • No, no. Some writers do that. And some START like that… The Daughter might yet end up with a bunch of them who don’t obey.

                    • Polite sounds tolerable. Mine aren’t polite. They nag. The only way to get rid of them seems to be to write the story. The problem being I get the characters, and the setting, and possibly a few scenes, but then I have to figure out the story. Which most times seems to be in the easier said than done category. But having these fragments, and the characters, floating around in your head isn’t particularly comfortable, and since I spent decades denying the urge I have had some around for a very long time. Fighting it probably was really stupid. If I had been writing the whole time I might be a pretty decent writer by now. And have hell of a lot stories ready for publication now too. Instead I just have lots of by now very impatient characters.

                      I really do think being able to make the characters fit the story rather than trying to find a story which fits the characters is an enviable trait.

                      Why that particular guy is hanging around in my head, well…

                      I love the ubercompetent heroes – the ones who’d we like to be, or at least be friends with so they’d come to our defense when we are in over our heads, and with whom half the fun is anticipating those moments in the story when they confront the bad guys, and finally the main villain (who should be somebody you really love to hate) and then totally and easily eviscerate them, and then him, figuratively or literally, or both. You know, that thing most of us at least sometimes have daydreamed about when having to deal with some jerk we are either unable to best, or for some reason can’t even try to attack, in our real lives. Or when you think up the perfect comeback a day too late. That daydream where the jerk is actually something like a serial killer and totally deserves to be shot, or have his teeth knocked down his throat, or somebody who needs and will be humiliated, and you are, or you have with you, the self confident and very competent hero who will do exactly that.

                      I haven’t, however, dared to try writing that type of heroes so far, although I have a few, this one being one of the more pesky right now. Relatively normal people who mostly just kind of muddle through are easier to get right, and their stories perhaps can be a bit simpler when it comes to the plot. But somebody who is supposed to be brilliant probably actually should act and talk in a believably brilliant manner, which kind of requires that the writer should perhaps also be able to think up something which sounds believably brilliant, which is a scary thing to attempt.

                      Guess I have to try.

                    • This afternoon the settings for next novel (the one I don’t want to write just now) have been showing up, along with the character who is not supposed to be chasing the MC, and a bunch of minor characters. Which means I’m going to have to write, do research (17th century warfare, history of medieval Poland and Galicia), and arrrrrgh. I’m supposed to be doing index searches for an archive run, not writing another novel.

                  • Whoever wrote “you stare into the abyss, and the abyss stares back,” got it wrong. Don’t just look and hope it goes away, jump down there and strangle the sorry bugger.

                    • Ummm– have you ever seen one of those tentacle creatures in the abyss? They are huge and scary and hard to strangle. ;-)

                    • Unless you’re into hentai. Then they’re um… not scary. (I hear. I’m not into tentacle porno…)

                    • UGH– shiver… ugh… (making me nauseous)

                    • Sorry, it’s one of our favorite jokes these days. For reasons known only to our psychiatrist, the family has decided to pretend Robert is into tentacle porn. Being him, he plays along, so when we tease him he goes “mmmm, tentacles.” (Rolls eyes.) I forogt it’s probably not inherently funny for other people!

                    • In that context– yep funny– except my nightmares do feature tentacles– and eyes–

                    • Wayne Blackburn

                      I dunno, the couple of times I have stumbled on such, before closing the window (fast), it appeared that it was UN-wanted advances.

                    • Plus they usually show up when you are not at your best i.e. when hallucinating after taking some serious prescription drugs.

                    • In a long thread of obscure references, I once jokingly wrote a comment to a religious friend of mine “Well, whatever you do, don’t google ‘tentacle hentai’ “.

                      Unfortunately he did google it and now takes my word on these things.

                    • I believe I would have to take some serious prescription drugs to be into hentai, enough so I could hallucinate that they were tentacleless

                    • Well I was on some serious drugs for my disease to knock back my immune system (chemo–actually cytoxan and prednisone oral 100 mg). I had some interesting hallucinations– smell, sight, and sound overlaid what was actually happening around me. The hubby had to make sure that I ate, slept, and used the bathroom. Plus he had to make sure I was taking the pills. I thought I was pretty strong from some of my childhood adventures (if you can call them that). But that experience was the most– most– frightening in my life. I had lost everything– my health, my intelligence, and now my mind. I hope you NEVER go through something like that.

                    • My favorite mis-quoting of Neitzsche was:
                      “Remember that what does not kill us….”
                      “Makes us stronger?”
                      “Nah, cripples us permanently. Be glad neither happened.”

                      It got a smile from an unhappy lady, so it was worth it.

                    • One of the steampunk artists did a Victorian advert for tentacle repellant. Showed two very properly dressed young ladies spraying something’s wayward tentacles with a perfume bottle. Still wish I’d gotten the print.

                    • Tentacle creatures… now… eat it? Squids are tasty. Admittedly one of those meats I do want well done, so maybe use a flamethrower first.

                    • Yes they are, and one of the things I always found humorous is how many people will eat kalimari in a restaurant and like it; until they find out it is squid.

                    • Is “squid” the past tense of squie?

                    • I like kalamari and I ate squid in Japan. As long as I do the eating, I don’t care. ;-)

                    • ‘Tis always better to be the eater than the eaten, the diner than the dinner.

                    • I grew up on squid and raised my kids on it too (there is a picture somewhere of Robert at two with a bunch of tentacles poking out of his mouth!)
                      The only issue I have is how expensive it is in CO.

                  • No, some cleaver kids up at MIT decided to see if aluminum foil hats did block transmissions. They found out that there was a reason for putting foil extensions on your television’s rabbit ears. (You young’ins just quite down I’ll explain it when I am good and ready, show some respect to your elders.) Any way they found that the aluminum served to focus the waves…

                    Now, when I was young we didn’t have cable. You could get a rig that you placed on the top of the TV, it had two long metal antenna which you would fiddle with in hopes of getting better reception — or at least a bit less snow. No not the cold stuff, this haze of white dots on the screen. What’s the use? You know when I was young you had to walk across the room to change the channel. …

                    • I am embarrassed. It was meant to be clever, not cleaver. I type it out many times before settling on a wrong word — I hate dyslexia.

                    • When you meet my kids you’ll understand cleaver made perfect sense…

                    • Ah. When I was young there were TWO televisions in the village (which led to my brother and I breaking into my aunt’s house to see the moon landing. We paid for the door glass panel. I mean, honestly, did she have to go on vacation at THAT time? I couldn’t go to the coffee shop to watch it. I was (still am!) a girl. It was full of men. Anyway… ahem.) Radios were the size of cabinets, had pride of place in the house and EVERYONE gathered around the radio for cultural programs, historical lectures and readings of great books (also soaps. AUDIO soaps.))

                    • When we, you, I were young we were the VARCC’s (Voice Activated Remote Channel Changer’s).
                      ;-)

                    • When the Daughtorial Unit was toddling I frequently expressed anticipation of the time when she would be voice operable.

                      What I failed to realize was that she would have a random access command code.

                    • I am convinced this is the reason parents of small children repeat the child’s name as if it were a mantra: they are trying desperately to hit the timing right on accessing the operating system.
                      [Insert Bill Cosby Youtube clip explaining the problems of accessing a child's command code: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yL9mX4Hbc2Q ]

                    • “You know when I was young you had to walk across the room to change the channel. …”

                      But that insinuates that you recieved more than one channel. Actually when I was young we got two, or if you climbed up on the roof and turned the antennae (which was mounted on a 10′ pole, that was mounted on the ridge of the roof) you could get a different one, but not the other two. I remember doing this some years when the Superbowl was on the third channel that we didn’t normally get.

                    • One of the charms of rabbit ears was they way the human body affected their capacitance so that when the person doing the tuning released them and stepped back the reception changed.

                      We splurged on a remote controlled 360 degree antenna rotor, vastly increasing the number of stations we received badly.

                    • When I was very young I lived just outside of Philadelphia, which at the time had two channels, NBC and CBS, and both networks still produced shows locally. (I think that Mike Douglas was the last one to still be produced in the city.) The ABC affiliate was broadcast out of Lancaster, and was subject to interference and usually snowy. By the time we moved into the city the ABC tower had been upgraded, there was a regional PBS station was broadcasting out of Delaware and, even more impressive. When we got a TV with an extended dial we could pick up three UHF channels! Imagine that, seven channels from which to choose. We were in hog heaven.

                      The first house that The Spouse and I bought came with one of those antennas on the roof. It came in quite useful when the local channels preempted the network programing for college sports. I watched a number of episodes of The Rockford Files on a Virginia affiliate.

              • Billy Oblivion

                To look like a complete flake:

                http://franticworld.com/free-meditations-from-mindfulness/

                I figure if “They” are having Marine Officers do it and it helps them keep control of their brain while dealing with IEDs and firefights it should help a we bit with my issues.

            • Paul (Drak Bibliophile) Howard

              IMO while Thought Control includes Indoctrination, not all Indoctrination is Thought Control.

              For example, “There’s No Such Thing As A Free Lunch” is a Doctrine so teaching somebody that is Indoctrination.

              • Agreed – thought control is a subset of indoctrination. All thought control entails indoctrination, but not all indoctrination entails thought control.

                Some indoctrination is an antivirus to thought control.

                • RES,

                  Only if we are free to choose; if not, we then get into this is for your own good arguments.

                  This is the trap that most RINO’s (like John McCain) fall into.

                  We need the TSA…. “We need you to give up a little essential liberty for safety (perceived).” And we end up deserving neither.

          • Golly, now I have Mr. Cooper in my head;

            Well we got no choice
            All the girls and boys
            Makin all that noise
            ‘Cause they found new toys
            Well we can’t salute ya
            Can’t find a flag
            If that don’t suit ya
            That’s a drag

            School’s out for summer
            School’s out forever
            School’s been blown to pieces

            No more pencils
            No more books
            No more teacher’s dirty looks

            Well we got no class
            And we got no principles
            And we got no innocence
            We can’t even think of a word that rhymes

            School’s out for summer
            School’s out forever
            School’s been blown to pieces

            No more pencils
            No more books
            No more teacher’s dirty looks

            Out for summer
            Out till fall
            We might not go back at all

            School’s out forever
            School’s out for summer
            School’s out with fever
            School’s out completely

            • You are aware that singing (playing) that song in a school, like chewing your pop tart into the shape of a gun or putting plastic toy soldiers on cupcakes, constitutes a thought crime and opens you to prosecution for hate speech and incitement to riot?

              Thank G- … um, thank Heav … er, thank goodness we no longer have those strait-laced puritanical establishment prudes running society and have elected the rebels, the cool kids to be in charge.

              High School was a long time ago, but wasn’t it the “cool” kids who were most dictatorial and arbitrary, declaring what was and was not in fashion according to their inscrutable whims?

              • Hey. You know — you ain’t been nowhere until you’ve been in:

              • My class voted to walk to that song for graduation, but our ‘class adviser’ vetoed it.

              • I introduced college freshmen to “The Wall (We don’t need no education)” one Monday in May several years ago. They wanted to be in bed and I wanted to be in the library, so it fit.

      • THAT thread exhausted me. You guys sure are talky. I’m considering putting up a fan fic section to allow you guys to exert some of that… talkyness.

        • You got talked out? OMG…

          • O.O Quick, check the window! are there pigs flying? have they started selling ice skates in hell? can we get a corner on the market selling the ice skates?

            • No pigs– just that dog flying around in a cape. He thinks he’s super dog. *closing the window

            • Throws fish at Txgecko.

            • Pshaw, with sufficient thrust, pigs fly just fine.

            • Must be a music cue day. Unfortunately I cannot find a video to go with it. :-(

              Brad Paisley, Come On Over Tonight:

              You know I’m stubborn, set in my ways, said I’d never
              Fall in love, used all the old cliches
              But just now when you called and my heart rate hit the roof
              I realized it’s time to eat my words and face the truth

              So come on over tonight we’ll sit on the swing
              Watch the pigs fly by flappin’ their brand new wings
              Just sit back and relax and watch me eat my hat
              While the oak trees sprout dollar bills
              And I look you in the eye
              To finally say the words I swore I’d never say
              In my whole life
              So come on over tonight

              I called my buddies, they’re comin’ too
              After the way I ran my mouth they can’t
              Believe it’s true
              They’re bringin’ pizza and sweet tea
              And I hope that you don’t mind
              But they said they’ve gotta see this
              And they promise to be quiet

              So come on over tonight we’ll sit on the swing
              Watch the pigs fly by flappin’ their brand new wings
              Just sit back and relax and watch me eat my hat
              While a big ol’ bolt of lightning
              Strikes me not just once, but twice
              As I say the words I swore I’d never say
              In my whole life
              Yeah, come on over tonight

              Me fallin’ in love, that’s one of those things
              That I swore would never come true
              But I’m startin’ to think that nothin’ is impossible now
              That I found you, nothin’

              Yeah, come on over tonight we’ll sit on the swing
              Watch the pigs fly by flappin’ their brand new wings
              Just sit back and relax and watch me eat my hat
              See the premiere performance of demons on ice
              As I say the words I swore I’d never say
              In my whole life

              Say, come on over
              Hey, come on over
              Said, come on over tonight

    • Stuff! And reasons!!

      • Stuff your reasons. ;-)

        • Hey, now. I didn’t say they were my reasons. Actually, I think they’re freelance reasons fallen on hard times. I found them hanging out near a bus station, peddling half-baked explanations. I suggested politics as a means of getting back in the game, but the expression they gave me suggested that they still had a modicum of self-respect. So I said, “how about lying for a living?”

          • Quote:
            And he can see no reasons
            ‘Cos there are no reasons
            What reason do you need to die, die?
            Oh Oh Oh

            Tell me why
            I don’t like Mondays
            Tell me why
            I don’t like Mondays
            Tell me why
            I don’t like
            I don’t like (Tell me why)
            I don’t like Mondays
            Tell me why
            I don’t like
            I don’t like (Tell me why)
            I don’t like Mondays
            Tell me why
            I don’t like Mondays
            I wanna shoo-oo-oo-woo-woo-woot the whole day down

          • If the hubby wants to rile me up, he just says that I am a professional liar. ;-)

          • THAT is how I became a novelist!

  16. I resisted tyranny, I bought several items that Chuckie Schumer and Dianne Feinstein do not want me to be able to own.

  17. From “The History of the Jews,” which I’m proofreading today for Project Gutenberg (open crowd-sourced proofing for anyone who’s interested):

    “The Israelites had barely time to supply themselves with the provisions necessary for their long and wearisome journey [out of Egypt]. Memorable was the daybreak of the fifteenth of Nisan (March), on which the enslaved people regained their liberty without shedding a drop of blood. They were the first to whom the great value of liberty was made known, and since then this priceless treasure, the foundation of human dignity, has been guarded by them as the apple of the eye.”

    • Josephus?

      • No, a (fairly) modern historian named Heinrich Graetz. It was published in the second half of the 19th century.

        There are some terrific projects to choose from. You do as many pages as you have time for, from whichever projects take your fancy.

        • I’m doing final change entry on articles for the county historical society. The goal is to get 100 articles for the local paper as fillers so the paper won’t have to print free ads or something.
          I think I got everyone to agree to print up an anthology when the paper is done with what it wants.
          I may have to do some research to finish up a few of the articles. As soon as I get over my cold.

  18. Darn it.

    I forgot to check the box marked: Notify me of follow-up comments via email.

    Corrected now, too what some my consider the misfortune of others.

  19. I guess it’s a sad commentary on the state of the Union that all I can think of in response to Diane Feinstein’s banana republic reading of the Constitution amounts to sedition and terroristic threats. ::sigh:: Sputtering like Daffy Duck is not conducive to good and clear communication.

    M

  20. Sort of related to the “Resist Tyranny” theme, WattsUpWithThat reports that the password to the third batch of ClimateGate emails has been released.

  21. the other rob

    Howdy Sarah! I came here via Jerry Pournelle and I like what I see – I’ll probably have to buy some books.

    I just wanted to mention that not all tyranny is government tyranny: as my act of resistance today, I telephoned the National Audubon Society and asked them “What the fuck is wrong with you people?”

    The reason being, an employee of theirs, one Ted Williams, just published an article in the Orlando Sentinel calling on the public to poison cats with Tylenol.

    The NAS line is that Williams is an “independent journalist”, but they are not repudiating his article, which amounts to tacit endorsement. I made that point, it might help if others did too.

    • OMG. Well done, you. Poisoning cats is sick. It is my belief this type of… “environmentalist” hates humans and all the species that LOVE humans — cats and dogs, being the biggest. They voluntarily came to human firesides so they must be rendered extinct.

      • I was under the impression that cats are only tolerating humans until they evolve opposable thumbs….

        • Actually to the best of our knowledge cats self-domesticated. There are legends of wild cats including Cheetahs doing this in Africa. Approaching the fire side and self-taming, as it were. While I like birds fine, I volunteer to help raise orphan kittens and it could be argued I’m part cat. (I love puppies too. I just haven’t had time for puppies. As soon as the boys leave…)

          • Mrs. Dave wants to eventually own a Kangal. Or several. i’ve gently suggested working our way up. She also loves cats. I’m not nearly as sold on felines. I like them just fine, in concept. I’m not nearly as certain about practice, as there’s a distinct likelihood that they’ll end up being more or less my responsibility. My current vague plan is to get a retired service dog, and then kittens who said dog will train, eventually working our way up to Ginormous Herd Guardian Beasts. Who learn to open doors.

            • Cats are lovely creatures– but if you ever want to have a cat, it would be good to learn about them. I have a special connection to cats since I was very little. Some dogs like me and others don’t. Since I have been ill, most dogs are careful with me. I do have a thing for chihuahuas– they have such chutzpah.

              • I used to adore dogs — grew up with them. Then was near-attacked by some dogs when we lived in Manitou (in which I found out I was a good mother. I stood in front of the pram) because the people in the house were dealing in kiddy porn (we found when they were busted years later) so they rented house across the street and had these VICIOUS dogs, with a low fence…

                Anyway, after that I was pretty fearful of larger dogs, until I met Amanda Green’s Rocky, aka Drooler, aka MY dog.

                Now I want a puppy.

                • I was attacked by a dog as a child, which I don’t remember except the stories from my parents. My hubby did a lot to change my attitude. He can tame almost any animal. It is amazing sometimes.

            • Dan was raised with dogs only, so he was where you are on cats. But he got adopted by a cat a year after we were married — a skinny, bossy black kitten he named Petronius The Arbiter (late and lamented.) I added Pixel and Randy and then we rescued DT and Zebbie.

              We’re now in the odd position of my wanting a dog and Dan going, “I don’t know. I LIKE having cats.” (grin.)

            • I’m a dog man myself, but I do have cats, the outside half-wild variety. The advantage of outside cats is that they are low responsibility, unlike dogs or inside cats, if you need to leave for a few days there is no need to get somebody to take care of them, they are perfectly capable of taking care of themselves.

              I used to claim that I didn’t like inside cats, but finally gave up on it because whenever I go to somebodies place that has them I no sooner sit down than I have an animate lap robe making a liar out of me ;)

          • From everything I have studied, cats did self-domesticate probably earlier than Egypt. They have found mummified cats in tombs in Egypt. The big and small cats only have two differences – how they eat (one sits and one stands) and how the hyoid is formed (one is elastic –big; and one is hard–small). Other than the obvious sizes. Cats have a small intestine so they need to eat mostly protein. They hunt the same. They both purr.. and so forth. They even play the same. I prefer small cats because I am about the right size for tiger food. ;-)

            • LOL. We took the kids to the zoo when Marsh was about two, and one tiger just looked at him and you saw that “FOOD!” in his eyes. We moved on…

              • Oh yea– there was a zoo for old circus animals in Germany a couple miles away from us. I used to sit and watch the tiger. The tiger loved to run and try and catch the little children that ran by the cage. The kids didn’t even notice. So yea– we look like food to them. ;-)

              • When we first took The Daughter to the state zoo she was quite young. It was very cool weather and the time I was in the habit of putting her in brightly colored jackets, the better to spot her. The one she had at the time was a brilliant sunshine yellow.

                We got to the African Pavilion and had worked our way to the back when we got to the Mandrills. A big male spotted The Daughter and began to put on a mighty defensive display. He was making a great deal of noise, posturing and had his lips pulled back so you could clearly see his teeth. The Daughter stood glued to the window watching. After a bit she asked, to the surprise of the crowd, ‘Carnivore?’ See the canine teeth?’

                (I have read that the Mandrill’s primary diet is insects and fruit, but this fellow certainly had great big canines.)

        • Oh no– cats are quite playful and very loving if you are in their immediate family. Females do stay together and even raise each other’s kits if there is enough food. Males have larger territories and have several females in their territories (if they are not snipped).

          • Males also tend to kill kittens, both wild and domesticated cats. Often it is claimed that they do this to make the female come back into heat sooner, personally I’m not sure if they are thinking that far ahead or not, and know of no way to prove it until someone invents a cat translator.

            As an interesting sidenote cougars are one of the only wild animals without an established breeding season, they breed and raise kittens all twelve months of the year.

            • Well — Greebo’s father, the resident Mad Feral Tom, not only didn’t kill his kittens, but the mother cat would go off and leave him to babysit. he was this HUGE black cat and… Mad Feral Tom, okay — skin held together by scars and malice. It was very funny to watch him be patient while six week old balls of fur tumbled all over him and played with his tail and bit his ear.

            • It depends on the cat– plus it might have to do with if the kittens belong to them or not. I know lion males kill cubs that are not theirs when they take over a pride. I haven’t seen a small cat male kill kittens so I don’t know.

              • I’ve seen house cats do it, have known of cougars to do it, supposedly bobcats will also, but I have never actually seen evidence of it. None of these can I say were their own kittens, the house cats I have seen do it were outside/barn cats, so who really knows who the father was.

                • I do know a special circumstance. A person I knew (I use person loosely because this action made me so mad) when I was a child leave a female cat with her kittens in a bathroom w/o food or water for three days. The female cat killed her kittens. That is the only time I have ever heard of a female killing kittens. When the female was found she was all skin and bones.

                  • I have seen cat and dog mothers kill a specific kitten or puppy, but never the whole litter. I have always been told and assumed it true that they do this when they percieve something wrong with the newborn (ie birth defect). Pigs are notorious for eating their young, which is where the insult, “I’m surprised your mother didn’t eat you when you were born.” comes from.

                    • Rabbits too. And some rabbits get a taste for it. Drove my grandmother insane. Many rabbits do it if you don’t leave a dish of water by (I guess giving birth dehydrates them?) but some just do it, period.

                • Wayne Blackburn

                  Maybe you can’t, but they can probably smell whose is whose.

        • I’m under the impression that my feline masters just keep me around incase there is a food shortage.

        • The Brits found out what happens when cats develop thumbs:
          http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=on9vqL4W6Hc :D

  22. Or, as I put it: “Every day that ends in ‘Y’.”.

  23. I highly recommend Talbot Mundy’s Tros of Samothrace books for anyone who wants an antidote to the hero-worship of Gaius Iulius Caesar to which society is prone.
    (And anyone who can point me to ebooks of The Purple Pirate and Queen CLeopatra, TIA!)

    Colleen McCullough’s novels set in ancient Rome (The Grass Crown, The First Man In Rome, etc.) start with Gaius Marius and run through (heh) Gaius Iulius Caesar and conclude with Octavius. Good reading, and she sets a new bar for footnotes for novels. (Surpassing Alan Eckart’s books on the early American frontier.)