As my decreased post count shows, I’m increasingly not a big fan of talking about myself on my blog. Mainly because I do that everywhere else, ha, ha, ha. Or maybe not so ha, ha, ha.
However, my blog harem is kind of vicious. They have things like knives and fangs. Sometimes both. And lately, I think they have been traveling in pairs. So, here is a writing update:
Work continues on my Secret Squirrel Contemporary YA Book Project(TM), and the novel is 3/4ths done. The book continues to take an emotional toll on me, and the fine height of irony would be if it never sold. Because I am metaphorically bleeding for it.
Also, I have a legitimate fear that the first woman to read this book beyond my Super-Duper Secret Squirrel Alpha Reader (not you), is just going to kill me for being an emotionally manipulative bastard.
Beyond that, creative work on short stories continues, mainly as a defense mechanism for Secret Squirrel Contemporary YA Book Project(TM).
Now I know what you are thinking. You are thinking how did the Blog Harem come to be, Anthony?
I have no idea.
Dignity is not about self-confidence, nor is it composure and certainly not how one behaves in public.
Dignity is choice, and not the choices we make, but simply our ability to do so.
To remove choice from an individual is to belittle them and demean them. This is immoral. It strips them of their dignity. An undignified act is an act born in the lost of freedom.
When one carries themselves with dignity, one is holding true that the answer to the choice presented may have been right or it may have been wrong, but it was, at the core, made without direct or subversive force.
To strip a person of their dignity is an act of force. To strip it from a group of people is tyranny. Both are dishonorable, and the righteous oppose both with equal measure.
Sorry for going dark, my 9.3 readers. My laptop died. It’s not just a simple laptop, either–it’s specifically configured for security access to various places.
So when I got a new laptop, I had to install all the work applications back on it.
Then restore my backup files.
Then I had to encrypt the hard drive.
Then I had to install all the certificates.
Then I had to have helpdesk install the rest of the certificates because I am a dork and couldn’t figure it out.
Then I had to like, yanno, WORK. Because my client gives me money and then expects me to, like, produce results. SHEESH.
It’s a great new laptop, though. Very fast. Screen bright. And, it kinda looks sexy.
I’ve gotten everything under control now. I think it’s time for a book review of a smoking hot sci-fi book, no?
Love ya. Mean it.
The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:
The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Wow.
A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 6,200 times in 2010. That’s about 15 full 747s.
In 2010, there were 105 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 604 posts. There were 62 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 5mb. That’s about 1 pictures per week.
The busiest day of the year was January 5th with 223 views. The most popular post that day was And in strange eons, even Christmas may die..
Where did they come from?
The top referring sites in 2010 were facebook.com, larrycorreia.wordpress.com, jetreidliterary.blogspot.com, twitter.com, and Google Reader.
Some visitors came searching, mostly for grief, kissing, anthony pacheco, cheerleaders gone bad, and if you are looking for a guilty, you only need to look into the mirror.
Attractions in 2010
These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.
And in strange eons, even Christmas may die. December 2008
The Pericles Commission by Gary Corby December 2010
Kissing Week, Friday: Cookies! July 2009
Son of Ereubus by J.S. Chancellor September 2010
(repost from 2008)
The house smells so wonderful.
My penchant for Scrooge-like feelings during the holiday season has slowly been replaced by warm memories of my children’s joy for the season. For young boys, yes, Christmas is a lot about presents. If you are a good parent, if you could overcome the bombastic rampant commercialism, there is an underlying simplicity about the season that can pull at the heart like no other time.
This morning Thing Two came in while I was getting dressed, wanting to know if we could go get Thing One’s Christmas present tonight. How cute is that? I’ll tell you how cute it is, it is a bit of the ultra-cuteness.
Yes there are the presents. But then there is the smell of the tree. The gingerbread house. The decorating. The Christmas cookies. The story of Christmas. Grandpa and Nanna. Daddy’s Christmas Day roast. Santa. The music. The warm fireplace and the happy dog.
Long after those presents are gone, the memories of our close family during this time will linger on. One day my sons will be walking in one of the great national forests around here, and after the morning rain, smell the fresh scent of grand firs. And it will smell like Christmas.
And that will be magical, always magical, even in the dead of summer, it will be Christmas magic.
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Dear 9.3 Readers,
The Wife Unit was very specific this year. She wanted a spinning wheel. Not just any spinning wheel, but a certain make and model. Since a spinning wheel is a handy thing that can pay for itself, and the fact that she wanted it, I of course, great hubby that I am, got her the spinning wheel that she wanted.
So far, so good.
Except, the wheel was shipped from Spokane and arrived the very next day that I ordered it.
My plan is to wrap that sucker and stick it under the tree.
The Wife Unit, of course, thinks this is spousal snarkitude and wants to use the wheel now.
Thus, I leave the entire question of the Spinning Wheel Christmas Question entirely in your hands! Vote below. Voting closes December 2nd.