DemonGoddess

Is anyone really surprised that Trump doesn’t like (or even understand) intelligence? After all, they’ve got nothing in common. It’s like a bad match up on a dating website. This is the guy who probably still thinks he can “turn off” the internet. The guy who’d have more money now if he’d just saved the loan his father gave him, instead of fannying about with it, making as many people miserable as possible.
Much as I dislike certain aspects of US Intelligence services, if I was about to be President, I’m still damn sure I’d trust them over Putin. What a complete and utter wazzock… I wonder if he’ll be able to bring himself to trust the intelligence services the first time they say: “Get down!”
I must stop watching the lunchtime news.

Over Christmas (as we do every year), we watched the entirety of ‘Pride and Prejudice’ while engaging in our own particular hobbies. Mostly, the quiet ones, like sewing, although every now and again it does precipitate one to cry out in a most alarmed fashion upon discovering an earlier miscount of stitches.
Be that as it may, I came upon a sudden startling conclusion whilst watching this year, which has to do with my dislike of our modern-day “celebrity culture”- and it is this:
Almost everyone on the entire planet has turned into Mr. Collins!
It’s true. Think about it for one moment. Remember the ugliness of his infatuation, and how well he considers himself for enjoying the “condescension” and “patronage” of Lady Catherine de Bourgh. You could easily replace that woman’s name with any featured in the celebrity section of our news outlets today and lose little meaning. And, just as in ‘Pride and Prejudice’ Lady Catherine has little claim to our (or Lizzie’s) adulation, our admiration or even our respect, except for that which society bestows upon her.
In light of the above, it is possible that we can draw a straight comparison here between Lady Catherine and any of the Kardashians, or Kanye West, or Donald Trump. As for Mr. Collins… I respectfully and humbly suggest that if you’re in the habit of grovelling to people with no claim to your consideration besides their excessive wealth and status – please stop. The rest of us are Lizzie. We are not Charlotte Lucas. It’s unseemly.
 
My apologies. I haven’t been writing anything. And now I have a piano lesson. And actually, I think I might be Lydia. Oh, well.

I am building a small solar-powered toy robot. 
At this point, I’m assuming the “educational” aspect of this toy for children is the eighty page assembly booklet, in Chinese.
 

“Comfort and Joy” is finally done! And only 8 days after Christmas.

Happy new year, guys  

2016, how I hate you. Several days ago, we were watching a modern take on A Christmas Carol, and checked to make sure Liz Smith was still alive as she has been in three versions of that story. Today, when I was showing my mother how to use the voice activated google search on her phone, she asked it first about Liz Smith, since we already knew she was all right (or so we thought).
RIP Liz Smith, who died on Christmas Eve.
Seriously, I can’t even… *sighs*

Aaaaaaand RIP Debbie Reynolds.  Wonder who it’ll be tomorrow.

2016 NEEDS to end!  RIP Carrie Fischer

2016 NEEDS to end!  RIP Carrie Fischer

COUPLE OF KIDS LAST WEEK AT WORK: We’ve never heard of BlackAdder. What is it?

KID AT WORK TODAY: I didn’t know who George Michael was until I saw the news this morning.

Clearly, these kids live on a different planet to the one I inhabit.

From my family to your, the brightest blessings of this holiday season, and all the best in 2017!
 

Happy birthday Bronxie!  My friend who is such a great help to me, especially here!

Happy birthday Bronxie!  My friend who is such a great help to me, especially here!

Happy birthday Bronxie!  My friend who is such a great help to me, especially here!

It’s definitely Christmas now…
*sings along to ‘A Spaceman Came Travelling’*
You can sing this even if you’re an atheist.

It is nice to be able to see again after going almost 3 weeks of having to rely on a 6 year old persecution that gave me a max of 18 inch radius of viability. Now to get back to tackling the css and other code bits for the mobile friendly skin.

My christmas gift shopping is now completely done! Down to a silly bobble hat for the dog, and a collar with bells on for the greyhound. Next week: Food, Glorious Food!

I will do the software upgrades I’m supposed to as soon as I get a minute to breathe….

I will do the software upgrades I’m supposed to as soon as I get a minute to breathe….

I will do the software upgrades I’m supposed to as soon as I get a minute to breathe….

Gifts wrapped this evening = 1
Gifts waiting to be wrapped = [in the style of Edward Woodward in The Wicker Man]: Oh, Jesus Christ… Jesus…. Jesus Christ… [WAILS IN TERROR AND DESPAIR]
Total Gifts wrapped = 1
 

I seem to have embarked upon cross stitching. If anyone would like a christmas card with a little cross stich picture on it of a robin, a snowflake, a reindeer or some such silliness, please pm me.

There is no mead in the mead shop. Not a single drop. Not until after Christmas, anyway. In desperation, I walked into the ASDA earlier to ask if they sold it. They’d obviously never heard the word before in their lives, and insisted on pronouncing it as: “Meeeeeed…?” That is what I call a wasted youth, and *waggles finger* it’s a sign of just what has gone wrong with this country since the time of King Arthur.
Let’s make Britain great again. Let’s make mead! We could employ at least… ten people! And thousands and thousands of bees. That will give the bees work to do, and stop them from dying all over the place from worklessness. We have lots of bees, all doing nothing for most of the year. Hiding in their homes with the curtains drawn while the rest of us go out to work in the morning.
We all know China is making cheap mead on the side, flooding the market with it. That was a fantastic day… but anyway! We will install a giant net over the UK, keeping our bees safe, and foreign bees out!
/satire
Tip! To make this parody for yourself, mix equal parts Donald Trump and Iain Duncan Smith. Full recipe details can be found on any mainstream news outlet.
 
Oh, but sadly I wasn't kidding about the mead

As much as it pains me to ask this, if you’ve purchased books from Torquere Press, please don’t. They’ve stopped paying authors, editors, and cover artists. While we’re all trying to get our rights reverted back to us, our books are still listed for sale on Amazon, Torquere, Smashwords, Barnes & Noble, Google Play Books, and All Romance, to name a few. Check before you buy: if the publisher is Torquere, please don’t buy. We won’t get paid.

Writer Beware post

We’re finally, FINALLY getting some new hires in which show promise.  Maybe, just MAYBE, we (mgr and I) can start normalizing our work weeks.