Mental Notes & Random Musings

The impact of the rock hurt. The impact of the rock just hurt, and nothing more. The fact that it looked like a bullet while it was screaming at my stomach but felt more like a sharp rock being thrown from a long distance, barely reaching its target, as it should have made me intensely angry. Totally enraged would be a more suitable description of it, because like it was purely instinctive, I started running towards Ricky like I was shot from a gun myself. As I look back on it all I can remember is that I was going to kill him. I think about it, and I do not even know how I was going to do it, I was just going to kill him, and it was all I could think of. The look of horror on his face as I was running down the street would have told me that he knew I was going to kill him, and he could not stop me from doing it. The indignation that he “thought” he was going to kill me or disable me with that rock must have been the factor that was flooding my brain. The fact that he could not do it, ...

I cleared my eyes, but I could not figure what my next move would be because I did not have a clue as to where my location was, or what time it was for that matter. It was within an hour or so either way of noon, but what day it was is a total mystery. My life is a total mystery. The parchment was blank in my hand now and I did not really know what caused it to write to me. I knew that I was not letting go of it because as far as “weird” goes it has been a more “friendly weird” than all the “ghastly weird” that goes on around me these days. I imagined that the first thing I should do is look up from this hedge and see where I was, but at the same time I was terrified that something bad was about to happen. It was hot outside, so at least that has not changed. I heard a familiar voice say to me, “What are you doing down there?” and of course that voice made me jump up from my crouched position in the hedges. Craning my neck, I saw that I was in the bushes of Bob Culvin, since I had allu...

I understand that to most people it will be reserved to the movies, and I will admit that the whole scenario is growing more intimidating to me regardless of my acceptance of it. There really is nothing right now that would make me feel any better, but I am starting to believe with every passing moment that there are about a million things that can make me feel worse and that list grows by the minute. I could hear a faint voice that was like a quiet yelling “Stacy, Stacy!” and after looking around in my confusion I saw my son pointing to a corner of the room and just being quiet otherwise. I darted to the corner where my telephone hung from its usual perch on the wall and grabbed the receiver “I’m here Mary, I got rather busy there for a moment and then I spaced out a bit,” my mind started reaching for the right words to avoid having to explain to much like I always do, “I’m sorry that I didn’t get back to you …” She finished my sentence for me, “… but you were sitting there with a sev...

With the force of the blow that Jake had used on the back of Mary’s skull, and the force that must have hit the front of her eye socket when it hit my jaw you would have thought she would be out like a broken light bulb. That would be too easy, and Jake never took his eyes off her thank God, because he had his foot on her throat the second, she shook off the blow and seemed to be getting up. “We really need to call the State Police or something here mom. Mary is completely nuts.” Mary started exclaiming in a croaky voice “Do that Jake, call the police, your mother is going to kill me! Hurry!” and then she started to act like a poor pathetic old woman again. A poor pathetic woman who was strangling a woman half her age and took the entire force of a baseball bat to the back of the head from a young man who bats over three hundred for the high school team. Nothing major really? Jake looked down with disdain and exclaimed, “I’m not deaf Mary, I was listening to you two from upstairs,” he ...

I looked down at Mary beneath me and being jaded helps in times like these. I did not allow myself the luxury of being confused, an obvious reflex action of those that do not want to believe what is happening to them. I know what is happening to me and even though I hate it happening to me, it is happening to me. I also know more about Mary in this time than I had known before I had jumped back in time. My mind was able to process this quickly given the circumstances and I maintained my composure as I looked down at her and adjusted my knees to hold her down to the floor. She seemed none too happy about what was happening and let me tell you she seemed none too frail for a woman her age too. My mind whirled around in circles as I placed my knees on top of Mary’s arms, and she hissed and spit at me. Her snakelike qualities did not end there either since she was squirming back and forth like one. I finally reached down and grasped her around the throat, which snapped her into a semi cata...

There is generally nobody alive right now that doesn’t remember the United States at war with some country or another. I would be lying if I said I remember anything firsthand about the Vietnam War (or was that a conflict) because when the last American troops were removed, I had only just turned three, and Communists rolled over the rest of the country in 1975. I was only five, and fortunately blissfully ignorant to it all. I was nine years old when Iran was overthrown by Islamic Theocracy and remember the hostages being taken from the American embassy. It became part of my late elementary school social studies classes, and we weren’t across the Rubicon of the Educational Theocracy taking full control of the school system. Carter looked foolish the entire time, even to a nine and ten-year-old.  Looking back on this with adult eyes it is amazing that a child in Portsmouth New Hampshire (the foremost beachhead of far-left idiocy for the entire state of New Hampshire now a days) coul...

You know me. I am all about saving the planet through recycling, and this is just my latest example. Have whatever kind of day you want! It's not stealing. I give these to you freely to use wherever you want.

If I make it for a blog you know it is going to be in the MEME rotation sooner or later. If you are Gen X you get this. Have whatever kind of day you want! It's not stealing. I give these to you freely to use wherever you want.

The more the leftist white women of America cosplay, the more they tell us how they behave with the door closed in the bedroom. Have whatever kind of day you want! It's not stealing. I give these to you freely to use wherever you want.

No I haven't forgotten that there is an Empress of Star Wars that will just keep coming back and ruining stories until the end of days as well. We'll probably have a CGI one of her going into the 3000s. Have whatever kind of day you want! It's not stealing. I give these to you freely to use wherever you want.

Here we are at the post-midlife part of “As Jeremy’s World Turns” the audiobook. Over the last 20 years or so, I have had a steady stream of old classics, new classics, fantasy, science fiction, and history lectures from the great courses. They have all molded my free time in the car, airplane rides, as well as the insanely long amount of time you must hang out in terminals and of course the long walks through town. Music gets stuck in my head, but audiobooks get stuck in my heart. It is impossible to cover everyone I have listened to, but these are the ones I hope nobody misses. Most of them are a hand-arounds at work, as there is a dozen of us who are audio book listeners outside of work, and audiobook discussers at work. I will also talk about the readers of the audiobooks as they really do make the book better, or worse.  Brandon Sanderson: Stormlight Archive – Read by Michael Kramer and Kate Reading  I wouldn’t have known Brandon Sanderson at all had I not decided to star...