Lazy Sunday


I’m going to be a terrible woman.

Yes, everyone sent me everything they were supposed to, both books to promo and prompts.

It’s just that I’m not fully awake yet, even though it’s about 9 am my time, and I have a lot to do today.  Yesterday my family kidnapped me and it was lots of fun, but it was not exactly a productive day. And I’m REALLY running very late on… well… everything. So, things will get done, but I don’t have the time or mind to do promo this week. (It takes over an hour to make sure links are right/correlate everything, etc.)

Take the picture above as a prompt, and I’ll see you tomorrow morning.

29 thoughts on “Lazy Sunday

  1. “Uh… I think maybe you need to rethink that idea about trying to use interlacing teleportation. It didn’t really interlace, but let’s just say it’s a good thing we’re using mannequins for these tests. Also, the words of not really Lawrence Welk, ‘Turn off da bubble muh-tchine!'”

  2. lazy subday , well weekend, here too. I am just now eating Breakfast, normally a 5 hours ago meal, but I guess I can say I skipped B’fast and call it lunch (workdays lunch is at 10 am for me)

  3. This picture reminds me of the bubbles aided by technology we live in. I think everyone should have to go primitive camping at least once in their life. Or do manual labour on a farm for a few months, Or live in the slums or a run-down community just to appreciate reality.

    We are becoming a society rich enough to where many folks are raised and live in a “box”. And the craziness of said people is much in line with what John Barnes depicts of Earth in his Thousand Cultures series.

    1. I don’t think anybody will begrudge you taking some Sarah Time. We’ll still be here when you get back.

      I think everyone should have to go primitive camping at least once in their life.

      Been there.

      Or do manual labour on a farm for a few months

      Done that. Six years.

      Or live in the slums or a run-down community

      Never lived there, but I’ve been to a few.

      Trouble is, most of the privileged ruling elites have never stepped outside their enclaves, never had to face those people out there beyond their armed guards. They’ve become a clueless disconnected aristocracy, much like the eighteenth-century French or nineteenth-century Russians. Like them, one way or another, they will get a wake-up call.
      Those who do not remember history are doomed to repeat it. Those who do remember history are doomed to watch everybody else repeat it.

      1. I’ve got a couple of those t-shirts, especially the run-down neighborhood, and trying to everything practical on our place makes for the manual labor (also the rural version of the run-down neighborhood…)

        We keep getting rules and regulation from government/elite entities who neither know nor care about the conditions outside the bubble. Scoldilocks is not unique, unfortunately.

    2. I lived in a marginal section of DC for seven years. Despite being White, I didn’t have any trouble, but OTOH when we remodeled the kitchen there were crack vials behind the stove.

      We parked on the street all seven years. The car was broken into ONCE. During a blizzard, somebody broke the smallest pane of glass on the car, and stole a winter coat off the back seat.

      Go with God, brother.

      If I had been stupid enough to go wandering into worse territory, at night, I could probably have gotten mugged or worse. But people are often more decent than you expect.

    3. How primitive do you define as primitive camping? Motor home? Tent? Tent in wretched conditions? Wrapped in your greatcoat in the middle of a Russian winter?

      I’ve done all but the latter. Although I’ll confess that after we camped in a tent in 20 degrees one weekend, my mother put her foot down and we bought a camper.

      1. Tents, sleeping bags, freeze-dried food. Cans are heavy, so only a few. What we could carry through the Smoky Mountains 20 miles a day in backpacks.

        Many years later, took a tent on a motorcycle trip and stayed at a bunch of KOA’s.

      2. Air Force Survival School. 10 days with one LRRPS ration plus found. The last 3 in evasion mode so no fires. Actually enjoyed it, but then I did it in June . I had enough of winter camping as a scout thank you.

  4. No worries. We can be left alone with the blog for a few hours.

    That is, assuming someone’s got Tom Stranger’s number on their speed-dial presets.

  5. Thank goodness we’re (momentarily) free of Vile 666 trolls, as your opening sentence would be deemed admission of culpability were any there capable of comprehending five-syllable words.

    Pet the cats – world’s best relaxation therapy.

  6. You can always do the book promo tomorrow as a special dispensation for when the last day of September falls on a Monday.

  7. Do what you gotta do, and do it with joy and flair, even if it’s napping! Meanwhile, wishing our Space Princess and all the regulars a healthy and prosperous New Year, which has raised a question for me: If it’s about to be the year 5780, why in heck am I still living on Earth, let alone a giant lunatic asylum like New York State?!?!

  8. For those of you considering buying one of the Italian surplus Beretta 81s…there are no spare magazines in the U.S. today. I’m told there is a container or two en route. Be warned that the grip is almost as big around as a Beretta 92. I’d regard it as closer to a small holster gun than a concealed carry option, but they are cheap.

    If you plan on using it for CCW, I’d get a Beretta 85.

    1. The Berettas are pretty, but if I was actually going to cc a Cold War era surplus pistol it would probably be a CZ82 or a Makarov.

      But seriously, there are less collectable reliable alternatives for the same kind of money all over the place in today’s market. You can get a S&W Shield or small Walther and be good to go.

        1. There’s also Beretta 1951’s hitting these shores for kinda cheap.
          Which is bad, as I have enough pizzaguns already.

  9. Camp in the Montana mountains in a WWII surplus tent (which means, for you youngsters that if you touch it inside and it is wet outside, it leaks.) A lot. Then have hailstones the size of golf balls. No facilities at all other than a beautifully cold creek. No special high-tech mattresses, only air mattresses which leaked one after another. My dad patiently patched and refilled each mattress only to find when he went to go back to sleep himself that his was flat, too. On the other hand, I’d rather be in cold Montana than trying to camp in a central American jungle any day…this sounds as though I have had an exotic life, but no, just a long one. So don’t worry about posting. We entertain ourselves pretty well.
    (In the meantime, I am in the middle of moving from a big house to a smaller one. If I ever have to move again I think I will consider cutting my throat. In awe of military who do this repeatedly and keep their sanity.)

    1. When I had to move every 18 months or so (ah, aviation before 9/11), I joked that my decorating style was “Early Modern Monastic.”

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