Up, Up, and Away!

Tired of sitting in traffic on the Friday night drive up to cottage country? Bored with the same old all inclusive vacations?


Looking for something a little more private?

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A littleย  more exotic?


Maybe something out of this world?

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Orion Span has you covered.

For a mere $9.5 million U.S. you can enjoy a 12 day vacation at their luxuryย space station hotel.

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Want to float in zero gravity, fly over your home town, see 16 sunrises and sunsets in one day?

No problem. Cough up the $80,000 down payment to reserve you place and in 2021 the Aurora Station will welcome you to your new home away from home. (Single occupancy, space launch included.)

Bon Voyage ๐Ÿ™‚

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Wouldn’t Happen to a Guy

Last summer. Sun in the sky, top down on the car, a friend I hadn’t seen in far too long sitting in the passenger seat. A perfect dayย โ€”

Random warning light on the dashboard. Dead car. Mystery message staring up at me from behind the steering wheel. Words, not icons. Even I knew that wasn’t good.

“No Key in Vehicle.”


I’d been driving for half an hour, what do you mean, there’s no key in the car?

Frantic search, my bag, the seats, the floor, the glove compartment, the armrest โ€” no key.

The rep at the car dealership was incredibly helpful, “Yeah, that’s weird.”

CAA couldn’t get my car on the tow truck. They searched YouTube, dug under the gear shift, opened the trunk, closed trunk.

My friend leaned into me, “I think I saw something.”

Yep. The key was in the trunk.

Apparently, I’d been driving around for days with the key in the trunk instead of in my bag. Who knew?

The car drove just fine until I took a roundabout. The key banged about inside the trunk, slid out of sensor range โ€” warning light, mystery message, car that refused to go anywhere.

Naturally, I felt like the world’s biggest moron, but in my own defense neither the guy at the car dealership nor the one who showed up with the tow truck figured it out either. I mean, my car told me there was No Key in Vehicle. You’d think she’d know.

On the way home that night, it occurred to me โ€” This would never have happened to a guy.


Because guys have pockets.


They have pockets in everything, their pants, their shirts, their jackets. They have exterior pockets and interior pockets.

Sure, men can cart around a backpack, a computer case, a cute little leather clutch, but โ€” their keys are in their pocket.

Not in the trunk of the car.

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Hello, Straight People;

You don’t exist.

Yeah, yeah, I know. You think you’re straight. You know you’re straight. You can prove you’re straight, just ask anyone in your contact list, or text your current partner, or check out your Instagram account.

Hey, you don’t have to prove anything to me. I don’t care one way or the other and โ€” and neither should you.

Sexuality isn’t one or the other. It’s a complex, complicated, driven by external stimuli and internal interpretation, everything-but-the-kitchen-sink kind of thing.

Who says 100% straight doesn’t exist? That would be Ritch C. Savin-Williams, Director of the Sex and Gender Lab at Cornell University.

In an effort to get at the core of who people really are, as opposed to who they have been socialized to say they are, Savin-Williams conducted a study using pupil dilation to monitor arousal.

You, me, the guy with the laptop hogging the best seat at your local Starbucks; none of us can control our pupil dilation. Can’t be done. Can’t be faked, but it can be measured.

Results? No matter how a person self-identified their eyes dilated when they were shown sexual images of both genders.

A little more dilation here, a little less dilation there, but still a definite physiological response.

Conclusion? Sexuality is not binary, it’s a continuum.

Sorry, you’re onlyย mostlyย straight ๐Ÿ™‚

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Google Nights

It was a joke.

On my way between the covers last night, I told our Google Home Assistant to turn off the bedroom lamp. Which, of course, she did.

Google’s still a she at our place because the option to choose a male voice isn’t available in Canada yet. As soon as it is, I’m switching that sucker to he. Ideally, a he with a non-Canadian accent.

How amazing would that be? A deep voice with a sexy accent reminding me that I had a 2 P.M. dentist appointment โ€” I might even keep the appointment ๐Ÿ™‚

Where was I?

Right, last night.

Lamp goes off, I snuggle into my pillow and on a whim I said, “Okay, Google. Goodnight.”

and Holy Crap!

Google said, “Good Night, Aimer.”

I cracked up laughing and then, of course, I had to do it again because โ€” this piece of silver mesh and plastic was talking to me.

Sci-fi writers have been publishing books about humans falling for their robots for years now โ€” I’m thinking dress Google up, slap an accent on him โ€ฆ

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His name is Nigel ๐Ÿ™‚

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My Superhero: Jessica Jones

Supergirl, Batwoman, Wonder Woman; all good, but Jessica Jones beats the crap out of all of them.

Do you see her running around in some lame-ass version of a bathing suit? Please. She wears jeans and a leather jacket. You know, like a normal person. No cleavage necessary.

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Does she chase down miscreants wearing boots with heels high enough to sprain an ankle? Yeah, no.

Does she need a pair of pretty gold bracelets to access her super power? Nope. Her main accessory is a bottle of liquor.

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Her super power is strength. The woman is a wrecking ball, sending the bad guys flying like bowling pins.

What’s not to like, right?

She faces her demons, cares about her friends, and never gives up.

Jessica Jones, she’s my hero ๐Ÿ™‚

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51,510 Words

Four chapters to go on my current WIP โ€ฆ probably. Possibly. Maybe.

Writing isn’t an exact science with me, nothing even as concrete as theory. It’s more of a hope.

It’s magic really, isn’t it? A picture in your mind and then the search for the words to paint that picture.

I won’t even mention things like plot, character development, theme, point of view, setting and (shudder) grammar. These are all tools of the trade. Important? Of course. Interesting? Not so much.

They are the nuts and bolts behind every piece of writing. They bring coherence to the jumble of thoughts that circle your brain, but sorry, they make my eyes glaze over.

That’s not what writing is about, not for me.

Remember Lego? Latching all those tiny blocks together, making cubes that were supposed to be houses?

That’s what writing is.

Words are the blocks we build skyscrapers with. No, not skyscrapers, castles. Castles in the sky.

The wrong words and the whole thing collapses around you, but…

If you get it right, if your words paint your pictures โ€” magic!

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Are you thinking rain, grey skies and puddles on the street?

As the Gershwin classic goes, “It Ain’t Necessarily So”.

Umbrellas can mean blue skies โ€ฆ

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and sunshine โ€ฆ

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and days at the beach.

Umbrellas 1 (2)They can mean that, but not in Toronto. Not in March ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

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Techno Tsuris

I grew up in the dark ages, the BCT era (before colour television). I learned to write cursive with state of the art equipment โ€” a long, black Harry Potter wand with a nib and an ink bottle.

And now โ€ฆ I have a smart phone, a tablet, a Kindle and two laptops. The 15″ laptop is a bit of a home body, but the 12″ likes to get out and about. She fits into the “personal item” Air Canada kindly allows me to bring on board.

I have all these things, but โ€” am I any good with them? Not so much. I can’t even get Google Home to play the radio station I want. She has this nasty habit of saying she can’t find it. Mind you, I shouldn’t complain, today she found my Google Play music library and I have no idea how.

It’s not that I don’t like these toys, I do. I like not having to carry a camera or a book, buying coffee without taking out my wallet, never having to ask for directions. I love snapping a picture and magic โ€” the cheques my allergic to electronic banking friend insists on writing appear in my account. Nice.

I’m a big fan of electronic everything because one of my goals in life is to never have to talk to a human being, like ever ๐Ÿ™‚ Sorry, wandered off topic there.

Right, Techno Tsuris. It’s a recurring illness caused by faulty tech. Presents with a lot of slamming things around and muttering under your breath. Cure: new tech.

I recently suffered through a rather bad attack.ย  Three hours on chat lines and phone lines with customer service reps at Amazon only to be told what I already knew. The 3G on my Kindle doesn’t work.

Feeling much better now. Amazon is sending a new Kindle ๐Ÿ™‚

(Tsuris:ย  Yiddish for troubles, woes, worries, and aggravation.)

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It’s all about how it looks. Ask any photographer, fashion designer, or politician โ€” optics count. If it looks good, it is good.

Proverbs like, “Don’t judge a book by its cover.” or “Beauty is only skin deep.” warn us against the habit of equating the superficial with the beneficial.

And, of course, the eye does deceive.

Frankly, I’m counting on it.

Because this โ€ฆ

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Mysterious crater cake is what came out of the oven.

But this โ€ฆ

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Pretty sprinkled thing is what’s going on the dessert table.

Optical illusion?

I don’t know. How does it look?ย  ๐Ÿ™‚

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