First this and that: still marooned “this” close to the end of Guardian, mostly because it was really cold in the house night before last. We had a huge temperature dip and hadn’t adjusted the thermostat. Which is fine, except that I only noticed when I went to bed. And then I wasn’t awake enough to get up and change it. So I spent the night shivering, and was a zombie all day.
You’d think being a zombie is good for writing MHI, but it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. So I went to bed almost at sunset and slept till seven am, and I’m able to think today, so I’d LIKE to race to the end. MIGHT be tomorrow though, because yesterday was a fricking wash.
Second, if any of you in the area know of an internship younger son (a year from completing BS in EE and ME with Aerospace as a minor — his school doesn’t offer it as a major. Plan is to finish the two, get a job, then take master in Aerospace on the side) half time and paying, we’d be very interested in having him apply. School didn’t tell us he had reached maximum he could borrow until this semester, so we’re in the hook for this semester’s full tuition, which wouldn’t even be a big deal if we’d had warning. We’d just have postponed some work on the house and such, but… we had no warning. Their excuse, btw, was that he hasn’t even started to use Parents Plus loans. Yeah, no. Not gonna. Anyway, he needs to work this last year, because we can’t pay it, particularly not if my health doesn’t hold. (It probably will, but…) I don’t like to be in a position where if I don’t deliver books we’re broke, iow.
Meanwhile I figured out part of the problem with health, now that thyroid is almost right-adjusted has been second hand apnea. We’ve gone through this before and it took us five years for Dan to get a cpap. Well, he lost tons of weight and stopped using it. He probably shouldn’t have (in his family even thin people have apnea after about 30) BUT he couldn’t make our doctor understand it needed to be adjusted DOWN. So…. weight crept back on, and I think for the last two years he’s been really noisy at night. I don’t really hear it, not consciously, but I also don’t enter deep sleep. We got these mouth adjusters (I’m supposed to have one anyway, as I’ve broken teeth grinding them at night) and it stops the noise. He still does apnea, as in, I’ll wake up with him struggling to breathe and have to touch him or shake him, but that’s not constant, and I think I only wake on really bad episodes. So, I’m sleeping better. (Unless I’m freezing.) And you’ll think this is weird (unless you’ve gone through it) but I started sleeping with my shooting ear protection on a year ago, and yet didn’t get it until we had to be in a hotel where we had to get up and go to bed at same time.
Anyway, I think poor sleep has been an issue, but it’s getting taken care of.
Unrelated, sort of, if you look to your right, you’ll see a patreon coming soon link. What you won’t see is that the paypal link is different.
I’d like to ask all of you who subscribe/send money to please change to this link instead. It doesn’t have subscription ability, but I think Paypal does, anyway.
Reasons for this are IRS. The other one goes through Goldport Press and it makes it almost impossible not to claim it as income. This one will be understood to be gifts because you like my blog, not because you’re doing business with a publishing company. This is why I’m not even offering anything for it. That and because I’ve sucked at actually sending stuff. Now you know I was first hypothyroidal then sleep deprived, this might make more sense. I’ll still make good on this — I still need to do Hoyts’ Huns t-shirts, but it’s low on the priorities — but only once Guardian is in.
Patreon was put there by my husband. I’ve tried to explain the problem to him. Since patreon is donate x per, I don’t see how to make it just “Support my blog.” Also, I think honestly, you should get something more. So, my intention is to write a novel which I put up episodically for the patreon patrons. Only I want to have it finished before I start that. IOW it will be a little while.
Yes, I know some of you REALLY want to support me, and don’t like either paypal or patreon. Yes, I got your emails. If you look inside any book published by Goldport Press, there’s an address. That physical address works for checks, if you MUST.
Later on, links to mail chimp will appear, also. We’re trying to make it work, because for some reason it won’t take on this site. We actually want to do several mailing lists: science fiction, fantasy, mystery, historical and maybe eventually romance. I know a lot of you read all of it (thank you) but some only read a subgenre and it gets tiring to continuously be told about books you have no interest in.
On the important, this is important:
Victims of the red revolution: The haunting faces of prisoners worked to death in Stalin’s slave camps emerge as 100th anniversary of 1917 Bolshevik takeover approaches.
This is important because mendacious, power hungry and usefully idiot people, have spent thirty years convincing everyone they could that the communists were all gentle, idealistic souls, and that, really, the suffering in communist countries was not as much as that caused by the evil, dehumanizing capitalism.
Communism or socialism are totalitarian systems by nature, even if socialism is totalitarianism with velvet gloves. When human beings are viewed as existing only for and as of use only to the state, this always happens. Things that we’d have trouble imagining otherwise befall human beings, because human beings don’t matter except in the collective. So you can kill any number of them to bring paradise to the others. Only paradise is never paradise when you can be condemned and killed for no reason you can anticipate, when everyone’s needs but the rulers are viewed as “minimum necessary” and not “whatever they want.”
There is no way to do communism (or socialism) right. Socialism kills by making people stop reproducing (something our ancestors would find impossible to believe) and makes your life small and constricted on the installment plan. But the end stage of the disease is communism, and communism ALWAYS ends up killing humans in unbelievably large batch lots.
A hundred million broken eggs, still no omelet. Because the eggs don’t matter and the faith that an omelet will somehow emerge is theological, not practical, there is no way to stop breaking eggs or cook an omelet.
Just say no. Collectivism: not even once.