Hola! Feliz año nuevo! Hablo un poco el español! Me llamo Roberto!

Man, it has been a time since I have been able to make it over here! My work week is almost fifty hours and is not going down anytime soon.

As you can see, I have decided to learn Spanish. I had tried a few languages before, but the effort always languished for want of someone who spoke the language. I just didn’t know anyone who spoke German, and I didn’t know anyone who spoke Latin. Not saying it is impossible without that ingredient, but it certainly makes it harder. There are plenty of people at my work who do speak Spanish so I am opting to do that.

I went with the Ouino Spanish language program for several reasons. One, their price of $97 was not to be beat; two, the sheer mass of material they offer for that price; three, the holistic approach they use is above the other offering (and they usually at three to four times the price). You practice speaking in recorded drills where you speak into the microphone and train your ear to speak properly, each section has multiple tests that test understanding in listening, writing and reading. You have access to over 60 short stories with gradually increasing difficulty and length. There are listening drills where you listen to a short, medium or long sentence spoken at normal native speed and you try to arrange the words spoken in the correct order by dragging each word in the right sequence. There is the variation where you write out the spoken sentences.

The sheer number of modules is impressive. You can scroll for a minute to get to the bottom of the screen of offerings.

Also, when you buy the program you can have it on any device you own; so I use it on the laptop at home, my phone at work, my iPad in bed, etc.

I bought some reading material to work up to. The first one is a children’s book: Curious George (loved him as a kid) or Jorge el Curioso. Then maybe some easier mid adult books. I hope to work my way up to some Jorge Luis Borges – this time in his native tongue – and the Sagrada Biblia Catolica. After that, we shall see.

I am really impressed with this program so far. I do find the need to take notes the old fashioned way. The material still remains trapped in a computer and I am still more comfortable, ultimately, when I can refer to the written word.

If this goes successfully, I plan on tackling their Italian program next. And then I think I’ll see what I can do with a little more Latin.

Books on the read right now…

Lord of the World

The Cries of Jesus from the Cross: A Fulton Sheen Anthology

And, last, but certainly not least. We bought a house. The loan just came through yesterday. It is a beautiful old home built in 1931 and in very good condition. Being an old house it has enough projects to keep us busy without being a Money Pit.

Pictures to come after closing.

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STARQUEST by John C. Wright!

StarquestAre you still vomiting from the crime that was THE LAST JEDI? Never fear! John C. Wright is here! Well, his campaign to write Starquest is. Contribute now!

https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/starquest#/

Look here and here for more information on Mr. Wright’s project.

NANO 2018

Is a total bust. Not to make excuses but I had everything fly in front of it this month. I am going to have either December of January be the make up month. To that I pledge!

To list the litany of ailments and life altering events this month. I threw my back out hard enough I spent four days absolutely bed ridden except for painful trips to the bathroom. The day it sprang up on me I was laying on the floor with my dog for two hours before I realized it was frozen; it took me over a half an hour to get up – I thought I was going to have to piss the carpet. Finally on day five I went to an urgent care where they set me up with an injection, a Tylenol and Motrin regimen (hey, it is actually effective) and a week of muscle relaxers (which are even more effective).

Then somewhere in the middle of this my anal fissure sprang back up (see, you can’t make this shit up!). No, you do not get this by getting your butt banged (well, maybe you can, don’t wanna know). For me, I am a very tense (not in the form of stress really) tightly wound individual who usually dehydrates himself by some means or another. One stony stool and it can be a nightmare to sit. I am treating it now with stool softeners and fiber and plenty of water.

Was that TMI? I think it may have been.

I have been doing six day work weeks and just last week finished signing onto a company I have been temping at for the last four and a half months. That, and we are looking for a house and have a mortgage appointment on Monday.

Lotsa stuff. So it may be January.

Got an iPhone in the midst of all that. Never get a Moto phone – they suck. Got the iPhone8 – I am just not rich enough for the X. I find it a shame that I spend such a ridiculous amount on such a thing. I am, however, putting some of it to good use. Compassion International has a mobile app, so I can always keep up with my sponsored child and so on…

NANO Day Three

This one is not going as smoothly as last year’s. At day three I stand at 209 words! Last year on day three I had 5,498 words! Of course I worked 48 and a half hours this week compared to last year’s whopping 23 hours. That makes a difference. Also, I blew my back out.

The real difference isn’t so much those as I am finding I actually have less prepped this year than I thought. Last year I had a character with a name and a story with a name, a title that actually told a lot of what the action would be. Namely that a man named Horace Gumble was going to die five times.

This year, since I was doing a sort of homage to Star Wars, I thought my job was easy. I thought wrong. While I love my original trilogy, writing such a tale, it turns out, is not really my cup of tea. I don’t think that way. Star Wars is quite a logical, tight construction. I see upside down and sideways.

I do have a name for the story. Race to Eternity which is something I first put notes down for in 2009. I thought – what the hell? let’s go for it!

Ah, and in writing this I found what that note about the ship that is the true vehicle and Rincon 6 have in relation to each other.

NaNo is Almost Here!

And I will be participating again. I am trying to have something concrete fleshed out instead of making all of it up on the fly like I did last year. That was tough. I still can’t believe I managed a semblance of a theme and resolution that way.

This year instead of a weird tale I am going to do light-ish space opera. I would have pursued this last year had I seen the disaster that was The Last Jedi, but it had not been released yet. John C. Wright and some other science fiction authors are writing alternate (or fan fic) Star Wars stories. They are stories inspired by Star Wars but not taking place in that universe (as far as I understand them).

I welcome this. It was Star Wars that originally sparked my imagination and an interest in science fiction. Such things usually wither and die or are never born in the small town in middle Michigan I was born in. Although I did have a strong interest in horror from a young age, so I would not have been completely lost without Star Wars.

Disney, the sacred lust whore of Satan himself (or herself, it is 2018 and after all) has effectively killed Star Wars so that only the originals are left to us and we turn away and forget the puke fest that is the modern take of what was originally a 30’s and 40’s style serial. At the least I can now accept those that include the prequels into the canon inept as they may be.

I haven’t read a lot of current science fiction but I think I am pretty safe to assume that those college bred, writer’s workshop grads are churning out piles of PC tepid garbage not worth reading.

So, where to go for tales of adventure? Well, I shall write one myself. I’m having a tough time of it so far and not much time left before November 1st. The title to the last one and the start of it were spontaneous and a little awesome. I have some notes but nothing is striking me with that SHAZAM! yet. Also, unlike last year, I work 5 to 6 days a week instead of two or three. That puts a little pressure on the 50,000 word goal. Oh, and looking for a house to buy. And lunches to make,,, and, and, and…..

Story Generator

Toying around with some story generator I found online. Hilarious. My favorite is the paragraph with the two burping uncles. Enjoy!

The Red Mallet
A Short Story
by Thoyd Loki
Gregory Blacksmith looked at the red mallet in his hands and felt furious.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his sandy surroundings. He had always loved wet sea side with its squashed, slimy sand. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel furious.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Carla Parker. Carla was a brave brute with tanned toes and muscular fingers.

Gregory gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an Angry, sad, beer drinker with skinny toes and pale fingers. His friends saw him as a squashed, slimy saint. Once, he had even brought a cruel back from the brink of death.

But not even an Angry person who had once brought a cruel back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Carla had in store today.

The blizzard teased like humping pugs, making Gregory frumpy.

As Gregory stepped outside and Carla came closer, he could see the determined glint in her eye.

“I am here because I want death,” Carla bellowed, in a tenacious tone. She slammed her fist against Gregory’s chest, with the force of 3174 goat. “I frigging hate you, Gregory Blacksmith.”

Gregory looked back, even more frumpy and still fingering the red mallet. “Carla, I love you,” he replied.

They looked at each other with hysterical feelings, like two faithful, flabby falcon singing at a very pugnacious New Year’s, which had opera music playing in the background and two stern uncles burping to the beat.

Gregory regarded Carla’s tanned toes and muscular fingers. He held out his hand. “Let’s not fight,” he whispered, gently.

“Hmph,” pondered Carla.

“Please?” begged Gregory with puppy dog eyes.

Carla looked insane, her body blushing like a black, bumpy boat.

Then Carla came inside for a nice drink of beer.

THE END

New Acquisition

I read Flatland many years ago. It is a great book. A real consciousness riser. And quite a lot of fun. Then I saw this edition the other day. It is packed with extra info. From geometry to facts about the Victorian era Abbott lived in and more. I think there is triple the annotation to the actual story! Looks like fun! I still have to get to Lepanto, but I am eager to get to this!

Epistemic Lows and Hysteria 2

Let’s not even touch the “she’s got nothing to gain,” bull crap as the awards, accolades, book deals and free money start rolling in. What? IT IS CALLED GOOGLE. HELLO?

The crocodile tears over big mean Trump supposedly mocking some supposed poor woman who wants to be believed merely because she says something is so – is thrown out as without merit. It is thrown out with contempt.

What amazed me about this argument I had was no one cared about the epistemological lows it represented. Forget Trump, that woman deserved to be mocked and I only wished Trump had mocked her. No, the crime here was a man getting smeared by the unhinged democrats.

There is absolutely no collaborating evidence for this woman’s tale. Yet, cry the power lusters, she should be believed. Well, excuse me, women, please stand as far away from me as is possible. Don’t like an opinion of mine? Rape. Don’t like my face? Rape. Let me be alone with no woman – ever – that is not my wife (or other family member).

You know why I say the Leftists and sundry democrats do not care about actual women? Why I say that this is all about power? Because it doesn’t take much figuring out the exact people this sort of epistemic low effects – who it hurts – it hurts women. So elementary is this that there is a simply children’s story that covers it. The Boy Who Cried Wolf. But now it is The Girl Who Cried Rape. Or sexual assault.

Now surely this started out innocently enough. There were women who were not believed or just plain shut up because Weinstein was a powerful man (and I am sure there were some who didn’t mind getting on their knees for a part – let’s not be naive). Why did this happen to them? Because he was powerful. See? We are back at the beginning. Power.

But, no. Trump is the real bad guy because he called a spade a spade. So now, after this power play by the democrats to protect the sacred cow of vacuuming out your unborn child, scrambling its brains, and queefing it out, credibility is damaged. Yes, it is damaged. This is harm that the democrats caused among all the other countless harm they have caused over the last two years (we’ll leave the further past out of it).

So, what is my conclusion on the argument? TDS. It is not even worth listening to someone suffering this syndrome. Think of the insanity of being offended at Trump’s behavior but turning a blind eye to the left. Of seeing nothing wrong with people able to make accusations, decades after the fact, and imposing the duty that they be believed because… because why? That the democrats obviously use victim statuses for power and then dispose of the victims like toilet paper.