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 🙂

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51,510 Words

Four chapters to go on my current WIP … 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 — magic!

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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 — a long, black Harry Potter wand with a nib and an ink bottle.

And now … 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 — 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 — 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 🙂 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.  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 🙂

(Tsuris:  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 — 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 …

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Mysterious crater cake is what came out of the oven.

But this …

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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?  🙂

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Can’t Blame Netflix

I have a wee, tiny bit of a problem with self-discipline.
I have an extraordinary talent for procrastination.

Anyway you say it, and FYI I’m going with door #2 here, I’m not as productive as I should be.

How does Nike put it? Just Do It! Great slogan, but… um… how?

I read a little nugget of wisdom that went, “If you want to reach your goals, get out of bed.” Woah. Perfect, right? Clear, simple, practical…excellent wake up call. (Sorry, couldn’t resist.)

I set my alarm. The getting up, exercise, shower and dress part went pretty well. Somehow though, between the breakfast table and my laptop I ended up watching Netflix. — Fail.

I found a second pearl of wisdom that was particularly clever. “Stop watching TV.” Right, simple. No problem.

I moved my laptop upstairs to the guest bedroom, closed the door. Quiet, private, no TV, no distractions … uh, yeah, about that …

The bedroom has a window … and the sun was shining … and my phone was right there.

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And since I was snapping pictures anyway …

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Yeah. — Fail.

Easily distracted, there’s a cure for that, right?  🙂

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Land of Weird: Episode 2

No, I don’t want to know what new stupidity Donald has tweeted. No, thanks, you can fill me in on North Korea later. I just want to go home, pour some bubbles in the bath, and wish the world away for a while.

We’ve all been there, long day, bad day, too many people, too many of the wrong people saying all the wrong things. Home is our refuge, our sanctuary, our safe place — or not.

Last Sunday, a Kingston, Ontario woman got home at 6:15 PM to find a strange woman in her bathtub. A strange naked woman in her bathtub — no water, no towel. A strange naked woman who stayed in her tub until the police showed up.

This naked intruder story has nothing in common with the naked kidnapping story in Episode 1 … pardon? Well, yeah, the naked part.

Strange that or maybe not. We Canadians spend half the year bundled up. Maybe we need a little naked. You know, for summer days, and sleazy strip joints, and yes, the occasional crime.

What can I say? … Land of Weird 🙂


Did You Read it?

A plethora of books have crossed over onto the big screen, Harry Potter, Twilight, The Hunger Games, Perks of Being a Wallflower…  I’ve seen the movies, but have I read the books? No.

It’s not that I don’t read. It’s just that I don’t read the kind of stuff that makes it to film — usually.

Eons ago, back when I handed in term papers that were pounded out on a typewriter, I laughed my way through a book titled Oh, God written by Avery Corman. I thought it was brilliant. When the book became a movie I took it as a personal compliment. I So Smart 🙂

One book after the other, I devoured Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles. There was no way I would have missed seeing Interview with the Vampire — with or without Tom Cruise.

During Pride Week a few years back, I found a book by André Aciman titled Call Me By Your Name. A powerfully personal story told with subtlety and skill, Call Me By Your Name is now a stunningly beautiful movie.

Did you read it? Yes. Yes, I did. 🙂

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