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Just When You Thought it Was Safe for Mice to Stop Social-Distancing…

Just when I start to think that the news is easing up a little, and that I can get back to trying to deliver on some of these writing deadlines, another onslaught of atrocities hits the hubs — along with a peppering of hopeful news, as well.

And then it takes a couple of hours to organize all this stuff.

Okay, well, the “hopeful” news is actually just one thing, and here’s hoping it will cause other States in the U  S to take a similar approach:

R* pub  lic an legislators in North Dakota are taking a pro-active – and c* nsti tu tio nal – step to push back against unconstitutional executive orders coming out of the B*  den ad minis tra tion, and they are doing so with the power of the U S C* nsti tu t* on in their corner.

A new bill introduced in the North Dakota State Legislature (HB1164), would instruct the state’s Attorney General to review the constitutionality of each of the executive orders issued by J* e B* den.

Under the proposed law, should the North Dakota Attorney General find that any executive orders are unlawful – or unconstitutional — the executive order would be “nullified,” it would prohibit any state, county, or local agency – or publicly funded organization – from enforcing the order(s).

[full article is here]

So that was, like, the one piece of good news that came in during the night.

In other news… the Netherlands has officially launched its gu la g at USMG Groningen to forcibly detain  anyone they think is infected with C * VID (otherwise known as the flu/common cold virus that was bioengineered to be really contagious although not really dangerous to most healthy people the world over) but who won’t follow the rules.

[official information is here, but it is in Dutch]

This, of course, means that the Netherlands is keeping pace with  g e r ma ny and its ja ils to detain people who refuse to follow l* ck d* wn C* VID rules (g e r man y being of course the epicenter of the r * gged  P ^ C  ^ R test and the crimes against humanity lawsuit…)

To refresh your memory on that, in case you haven’t already watched this 10 million times:

In other atrocious news:

The case in c o lo gne, g   er   ma  ny where nuns sold orphaned children to pr  ie  st s and other sexual pr  e  d a t ors, has hit another barrier — the 560-page report has proven to be too horrific and the Ar ch d i ocese is refusing to allow any journalists to even look at it without signing a disclosure swearing they will not publish what they have read (!); further demoralizing the now-grown victims of the atrocities. But a team of lawyers now has access to the report and is beginning to publish segments of it.

The report is the byproduct of a lawsuit alleging that orphaned boys living in the boarding houses of the Order of the Sisters of the Divine Redeemer were sold or loaned for weeks at a time to predatory priests and businessmen in a sick rape trade. The men involved in the lawsuit say as boys they were denied being adopted out or sent to foster families because selling them for rape lined the sisters’ coffers for their “convent of horrors.” Some of the boys were then groomed to be sex slaves to perverts, the report claims.

The alleged abuse went on for years, with one of the males claiming the nuns even frequently visited their college dorms after they had left the convent. He said the nuns often drugged him and delivered him to predators’ apartments. The Order of Sisters of the Divine Redeemer did not answer multiple requests for comment about the allegations. […]

[…] the details of that investigative report were so horrific that Archbishop Reiner Maria Woelki refused to make it public, demanding that any journalists who see it sign confidentiality agreements. Eight German journalists walked out of a press conference in January after being denied access to the church’s investigation unless they agreed not to publish its contents. […]

[the full article is here]

Back to c  h  * n* for more horrors being delivered to the people of h  * ng  k* ng:

H* ng K*  ng Threatens to Knock Down Doors to Force C* VID Tests

H*  ng K*  ng is threatening to knock down the doors of residents who don’t respond to authorities conducting mandatory-testing blitzes […]

During surprise lockdowns in four H * ng K* ng districts Monday evening, roughly 17% of the 680 households that officers visited didn’t answer the door, according to Bloomberg calculations. The government said it found no positive cases after testing almost 1,700 residents. […]

[…]H*  ng K** ng, a densely packed city of 7.5 million people, has been relatively unscathed by the virus compared to other major financial centers. The city has seen less than 10,500 total cases and just 182 deaths since the pan  dem  ic began.

But H* ng K **ng, which saw cases of the virus early in 2020 as it began its spread across the world, has encountered more waves than many other places, and is now enduring a prolonged round of stop-start social distancing restrictions. Residents and business owners eagerly looking for an end to a recession brought on by months of street protests followed by the pan  dem  ic are now having to endure what Chief Executive Carrie L  * m has called “ambush-style operations.”

H*  ng K*  ng authorities have conducted eight operations and tested about 10,000 people since Jan. 23, but have only uncovered a total of 14 positive coronavirus cases. The latest six mini-lockdowns didn’t discover any positive cases. […]

[full article is here] [I’m curious if maybe they’re not trusting what might be getting injected along with those tests… see yesterday’s article regarding theragrippers.]

This discovery (below) in the  u  k yesterday was pretty horrific. Do you recall those pages and pages of declassed documents a few days ago, showing a veritable menu of captive ch  * l d r*n, their ages, their likelihood to commit suicide, and how much it would cost you to get an order of a  d  r * n * c  hr *me for your weekend festivities (aka “crimes against humanity” and FYI the r a  p e  and to r t ur  e  of c  h  * l d r *n comes with the death penalty here in the U  S)?

Yesterday, in the u  k, someone on c l ou t hub noted that the instructions for taking the A stro- Z  e n* ca C * VID  “va  c  c ine”, came from the very same address where the a d r * n * c h r * me paperwork came from.


This goes beyond appalling, people. This shit is real.

The  v  a c c in  e is not a v a  c c  ine, and too many ch i l d   r  e  n  to count have been t o r tu red and m u r d er ed.  And the same culprits turn up over and over and over and over, all over the fucking world


On a lighter note. Here is an interesting document worth perusing. (Click on it and it gets easier to read.) The fake  B* den is a busy, busy, busy guy…

All righty. Last night, there were some really excellent podcasts. I’ve posted some of them below. Listen, learn, share.

Okay, gang. I’m gonna scoot. I hope you have a good Thursday, wherever you are in the world. Thanks for visiting!! See ya.


Remember, gang. If you visit the r  u  m b  l e  pages for these podcasters, you will get the direct links to their news sources, videos, photos, personal web sites,  etc.

Below: K O: “The Saudi Arabia event happened a LOT like how it happened in My* n m*r. M* l* tary control, ar r * st of former authorities, internet outage, etc. The other thing the 2 events have in common is they lined up exactly with [17] markers that were expected to happen in the U  S. I believe we’re already starting to see proof of this theory and we should continue to see more with ar r * sts of p*dos, traffickers, etc.” (33 mins.)

Below: R * d P * ll 7 8 News: “B* den  ‘s news Secretary of D  e  fense purges scores of Tr*** p loyalists from the p  e  n  t a  g  on  just days after taking power, Jen Ps* k i disses Space Force but in that throwaway statement is some real meat and a clue to the future of the Republic, Ma  ri co pa County Board of Supervisors delay the State Senate yet again and defy their sub  po en  a orders, risking ja  il time, DeSantis tells it like it is regarding Tech c* n  sor  ship and My* n  mar examined a little closer. All is not as it seems..” (30 mins.)

Below: Robert David St  e   e  le, Dr Ch* rlie W* rd, Simon P * rkes, S* cha Stone.  FOUR AMIGOS ON WHAT COULD HAPPEN IN FEBRUARY (30 mins.)

Below:  P  at  r ** t S tre  e t f ighter: 2.3.21 POST ELECTION UPDATE #42: List Of ** Deaths Growing (1 hr)

Below: X * 2 R * po* rt:  “The [**]/MSM overlooked the Space Force. They believe it is not important, it is not a threat. This is exactly what the p* trio  ts wanted. The S F is the command center for cyber warfare. The p*  trio ts have it all, they already have the evidence, they are now building public opinion. Tr** p will make his move when the time is right and it’s almost time.” (32 mins.)

Life In Oceania! How Sweet It Is!!

Okay, gang.

Each time I think that I’m going to be able to take a break from all this and just get back to my regular blog posts, something horrific jumps up and I feel I need to keep wearing my d* g* t*l soldier hat, and post about it.

The links and  videos at the bottom  are v*t* fr* ud-related. And the ones immediately following this section, are more horrific things re: the Pf * z*r C * VID vaccine.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, as the case may be, since they are already being censored by American social media) I am having to rely on German-language videos.  Berlin is the home base of the international lawsuits/class-action suits alleging Crimes Against Humanity for the fake C* V*D panic.

To be honest, the realities of that become more horrifying every day.


Nick Cave sent out a heartbreaking Red Hand File yesterday, following up on his announcement that the Ghosteen Tour that had been re-scheduled for 2021 was now being entirely cancelled.

He also said that he & the Bad Seeds would take this time to make a new record, instead. Which only makes me wonder: well, then what actually happens to the Ghosteen tour? Does it just completely evaporate? A new record would likely indicate a new tour….

All of it makes me so sad. For private reasons, I wanted to see that Ghosteen tour happen, even if I couldn’t afford to attend it anymore. And I honestly believe now, right down to my bones, that this p* nd* m*c was fake from the beginning (not the virus itself, but the need for panic was faked — hence the Crimes Against Humanity lawsuits now underway internationally).  The evidence is mounting all over the place (and it eerily keeps pace with the mounting evidence of the e* l* ct* on fr*ud here in the US).

(Remember: If you are being mandated to wear m* sks and be in l* ck d*wns, the scientific and medical research assures us that they do not serve ANY health-related purpose re: the virus. The sole reason for any of this is to control you, frighten you, isolate you, and keep you from speaking freely.)

Anyway. I digress.

You can read Nick Cave’s brief Red Hand File here. He also indicates he is taking a break from the RHF until 2021. So I guess we should all just leave him alone and let him have a happy Christmas.

Well, some good news — the road construction on Basin Street is almost complete now. I’m guessing that by the end of this week, all the giant earth-moving machines and various trucks & “bobcats” will be gone. It would be nice if Kevin wanted to come get his vintage 1965 VW camper-van out of my barn while my Christmas decorations were still up!! (In the house, not in the barn!!) That way, a human being other than myself would get to see them. We shall see!

And then on Thursday, I’m supposed to be meeting with the other Kevin — the one who directed the staged reading of my play, Tell My Bones — to discuss the future plans of that. (Although, as of now, there is no future for anything until we can get back into actual theaters.)

Other than that, I am trying to make room in my brain to begin writing those other erotic short stories for the kind folks at Volonte in Sweden. So far, though, when I do sit down at my desk to write, more news about the e*l*ct *on or the virus arrives. And even though I want to try to shut it out and work on my own stuff, I am usually reminded of two things. The first one is always my birth father, and those stories he told me of what it was like in Vietnam when Saigon fell (he was a Navy SEAL). And I think that if he survived that unbelievable awfulness (in addition to the awfulness of a whole lot of other things he went through as a SEAL), I can continue the digital fight here at my desk and write my new stories another day.

The other thing I think of is my great-great-great-great- grandfather, who fought in the Revolutionary War. I don’t want to see everything that he fought for that helped create We the People disintegrate in the hands of the Far Left (also known as C*m m*n *sm).

So I just keep trying to get important information out there so that whoever wants to find out about it can find out about it. (And if you think that my blog can get tedious with its unending politics these days, you have no clue what it’s like to be in the same room with me — in person. )

Well, anyway.

I am not on tw * tt *r, but I know that millions of people are. Here is a site in Europe that I found out about last evening on the X* 2 R* p*rt (down below), that can not only help you find out if someone has been shadow banned on tw * tt *r, but they now also offer a way to resurrect entire posts that have been banned by tw * tt *r.

Go to shadow ban dot eu. Then you can click on the page called resurrect. (And always try to remember to use d*ck d* ck go and/or a VPN.)

All righty.  Below is the awfulness for today. Thanks for visiting, gang. I love you guys. See ya.

[PLEASE WATCH!! Video below is in English: Spontaneous speech by Robert F. Kennedy at the Victory Column in Berlin on Sunday, August 30th, 2020 . The speech had to be stopped as there was a risk that Kennedy would be arrested (the police dispersed the demonstration).] [This will upset you but please watch it.]

[English translation for below: Dr. Wolfgang Wodarg warns of possible side effects of the C* v*d- *9 vaccination: a potentially life-threatening derailment of the immune system (cytokine storm) and (from 9:47 am) infertility. Infectiologist Dr. Thomas Ly then supports Wodarg’s theses.]

[English translation for below: The ⁣⁣immunologist and toxicologist ⁣Prof. Stefan Hockertz explains that there is no data on the clinical trial phases of the vaccine from Bi* T*ch / Pf * ze r and also points out the liability.]

[Also, for Americans — remember that the Europeans reverse the months/days in their date notations, so this video is from December 4th 2020.]

Link to C*rls *n’s video re: a segment on a video deleted from Ch * n* se social media of a professor saying that Ch* n* “has people at the top of America’s core inner circle of power and influence.” The economics professor from B** j* ng made an appearance on a Ch* n* s* television show last week to discuss Wall Street’s relationship with Ch* n *. [Watch here. It will make you sick.]

Link to a video interview with R* ch* rd Gr* n* ll re: el* ct* on fr* ud.

“Hasta La Vista, Baby!!”

In case you’ve forgotten, gang — it’s flu season. Expect the usual hundreds of thousands of Americans to get the flu. Expect those at risk from other physical complications, especially the elderly, to have a tough time with it and maybe even have to be hospitalized. Maybe they are already in the hospital.

In fact, the CDC states:

[…] influenza has resulted in between 9 million – 45 million illnesses, between 140,000 – 810,000 hospitalizations and between 12,000 – 61,000 deaths annually since 2010.

However, the good news is that both the CDC and the who now re-assure us that the average person, worldwide, has a 99.97% chance of surviving the C *P virus. (i.e., “the flu”.)

(Oh, and the CDC recently stated that of the 200,000 alleged deaths from the C * P virus this year, 94% actually died from up to 3 co-morbidities.) (For instance, if you have other conditions, and you get the flu, you have a higher likelihood of dying from the flu because of those complications.)

(Oh, and tens of thousands of US dollars get paid out to medical institutions for every official death certificate that officially lists C* VID as the cause of death.) (Hence, those estimated 54,000 deaths that were really heart attacks. And 7,000 deaths that were really deaths by poison. Etc. But were listed as C* VID.)

(Oh, and those P C R  false-positive test results that were used to introduce C* VID panic to the entire world, actually show nothing. The tests don’t work on detecting infections. And they knew it from the beginning. From even before the beginning.)

And Florida is now requiring all testing centers to disclose the cycle of amplification threshold that was used on each positive test for C* VID — and guess what?? I know, right?? Health Departments across the country have not been collecting that data.

Sort of just exactly similar to all these ballots that have gone missing…

And also, research done in the States of MA, NY, and NV based on the same problematic “cycle of amplification threshold”  indicate that 90% of people who tested positive based on that rigged P C R test, did not actually carry the virus. (I know, right?? It’s like a fr*ud, or something.)

Portugal now maintains that “any enforced quarantine based on the P C R test-result is unlawful.”

Because the test was rigged from the start.

(I know, sort of just exactly similar to the 2020 Pr*s* d*nt*al El* ct*on.)

I know you get tired of hearing me say this, gang, but follow the fucking $$$.

And all those Australians — almost 40,000 of them — stranded, and unable to get home for Christmas because there aren’t enough quarantine places to house them upon their return to the continent. (Because of that non-p* nd* m*c flu.) (Oh, the one that asymptomatic carriers of  turn out to be not contagious spreaders of…) (I know, gang — you gotta be a professional, award-winning writer to come up with a sentence as precariously worded as that one is.)

Anyway. You get the drift.

Every day, more and more scientists are actually getting heard, the world over. And then the mainstream media just pushes back, harder and harder, to silence them and keep the facts from we, the listeners. Some of those in the media are even trying to get us to believe that pretty much everyone in the entire world is testing positive for the C *P virus. (No!! — take that P C R test out of your breakfast cereal!! We don’t need to know that your cereal also tests positive. This fraud  — oops — I mean, THIS is serious business.)

(See my posts from the weekend if you are not yet familiar with the international lawsuits underway, alleging charges of Crimes Against Humanity for the perpetrators of the false-positive P C R test that started the intentional worldwide panic.)

And today, Nick Cave finally had to completely cancel the 2021 UK and European Ghosteen tour.

Ghosteen - Wikipedia

And I don’t think it’s because he knew I am so financially cleaned out by this fucking fake virus, that it would have taken a true Christmas Miracle for me to afford to get to the Zurich show in 2021 at this point, anyway.

However, all that said.

At least we are beginning to understand what we are really dealing with and why the things we see with our own eyes and experience with our own lives (m* sks are useless, the l* ckd * wns are useless) do not add up to the false garbage the media is trying like hell to get us to believe.

Also, there is good news on all fronts regarding the el* ct*on fr* ud — more and more facts coming to light. More and more dictators I mean, G*vern*rs, acting super strangely — almost as if they have something to hide.

And even more “good news” (of course the word “good” is always used now with excessive caveats) : a couple of videos went viral over the weekend (no, I don’t mean they went C * P viral, however, I’m guessing that if we test those videos with the P C R test, they, too, will test positive for C *VID.)

But videos of Ant* f* attempting to harass a group of peacefully protesting Patriots over the weekend, show that Patriots have had enough and are fighting back. (Here’s one video. There are many others.)

All right. I’m super, super fed up with all of this. And it does feel like more violence is indeed coming. (More mukky-muks fired from their Department of Def* nse positions within the Pentagon yesterday. More troops ordered home to the US.) (If you’re keeping score: US troops have now been pulled out of Afghanistan, Iraq and now Somalia. All heading back to the US…as we get closer and closer here to learning the truth that Tr**p was indeed the winner by a landslide…)

But it does feel like we are all making headway against the D* ep State, the N* w World Or d*r, the Great Reset,  all over the world.

Thanks for visiting, gang. I love you guys. See ya.

This one below was effing incredible, folks.  You gotta listen!

Goodness Gracious!

Yesterday, I was having some minor pain issues in my neck and that hip joint again, so rather than take Tylenol or Advil, which I hate to take, I decided to try CBD oil for the first time.

Well, it actually works just fine as a pain medication but, man, does it relax me.  (Translation: I don’t feel like doing a fucking thing!)

I’m not sure if I’ll take it again, or not. I guess we’ll just wait until I get more pain issues, since it does indeed work for pain. But me feeling truly relaxed is not a sight that is often seen…

So I got nothing done on the new erotic short story yesterday (“Novitiate”). I hope today will yield even a tiny bit more than that! We shall see.( I’m still feeling rather relaxed and I took the CBD oil yesterday.)

I did get a sample of what the postcard announcing the reading of  my play is going to look like, though. It’s different from the other image I posted recently (I see there is a typo, so ignore that):

The “New Heritage” group is the Harlem production company. So I’m excited, gang!!

And I also found this exciting, although it has nothing to do with me. The discovery of a 2000-year-old mikveh (Jewish ritual bath) in the Lower Galilee — this is from the Second Temple Period in Israel, the time of Jesus. And of course the Galilee was the area Jesus practiced in. You can read the details of the excavation by the Israel Antiquities Authority here. The mikveh is in the lower right hand corner. It was found on the property of a 2000-year-old farm.

The farm with the ritual bath (lower right). Okay, well, there is absolutely nothing else going on here right now because I am sort of in la-la land.  I’m hoping this will change at any moment!!

Meanwhile, I’ll close this and drink some more coffee and stare.

I hope you have a terrific Tuesday, whatever you’re doing and wherever you are in the world. Thanks for visiting!! I leave you with a song I was thinking about here this morning. I’ve posted it on the blog before, but here it is again. Sometimes I take this song really personally:  “Waiting for You” from the Ghosteen album by Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds (2019). Lyrics are in the video. So listen (and read along) and enjoy!! I love you guys. See ya.

Putting On My “Happy Guy” Face!!!

I won’t bog you down with the details, I’ll only say that I’m really happy to be making some story sales here AND even getting some editing work again. Here’s hoping things are slowly but surely getting back on track…

I need it to. That’s all I will say. Because we’re going to be positive around here and look forward!!

Today, in addition to working some more on the new erotic short story (“1954 Powder Blue Pickup”), I think Valerie and I are going to try to figure out why the heck the cover art for The Guitar Hero Goes Home is not doing what it is supposed to be doing — we had a long chat about it yesterday, and it gets mindboggling –why it keeps skewing the way it does, when, in the template, it keeps matching up perfectly.

It is disheartening. But we’ll get it figured out.

Meanwhile, every time I look at the cover of the proof copy that arrived yesterday, I just sort of sigh with a heavy heart…

I’m actually toying with the idea of trying to make the new short story a novella. If you’ve read last evening’s excerpt from the new story, you can probably tell that there are actual characters in the story and a story arc is underway. Unlike “Half-Moon Bride,” which basically had neither. So the groundwork is set if I want to actually extend it into something more significant.

However, this is another one of those situations, where I have no real clue what’s coming up next while I’m writing it — the story just comes out.  So we’ll see how it goes. Basically, everyday I simply sit down at the desk and I write…

Even though the writing has been going really great lately, I have been battling the urge to get rather melancholy. So far, I am winning the battle, but it is just constantly there, in the background. I guess mostly because summer is waning. And that storm the other night really took a toll on my incredibly beautiful hydrangea bush. I don’t think it’s going to be able to get back to how it looked before the storm because it is already so late in the season. It makes me so sad. The blossoms had gotten so huge, and the storm filled the blossoms with water, so now they’re bent way down to the sidewalk — and they had been 8-feet tall. That’s a lot of weight keeping it bent over.

I keep wishing there was something I could do, but the blossoms are getting old now and I need to accept that I can’t solve all of Nature’s “problems” — and it could be that Nature doesn’t think it has any problem at all. And I should just keep out of it, right?

And my lawn care guy has had a bad back issue so he hasn’t been here to cut the grass in 3 weeks. My yard now has that look of complete and utter abandonment. Which is not the overall look I prefer.

I hate feeling like I have no control, you know? Like I have to just stand back and allow everything. Let everything just be what it is. Sometimes it’s very frustrating for me.

So, the more I can sit at my desk and write and not focus on the things that make me sad, the better the day goes.

And on that little note… I’m gonna get the day underway here.  I hope you’re having a nice Wednesday, wherever you are in the world!  I think I mentioned the other day that Nick Cave’s solo concert is going to be released as an album in November. I’m going to leave you with a video they released from that concert — Nick Cave at  the piano, singing “Galleon Ship” from Ghosteen (2019). This is what I was listening to last night, as the whole world was trying really, really hard not to go flying off into a million pieces.  Okay, thanks for visiting, gang. I love you guys. See ya!!

“Galleon Ship”

If I could sail a galleon ship
A long, lonely rider across the sky
Seek out mysteries while you sleep
And treasures money cannot buy
For you know I see you everywhere
A servant girl, an empress
My galleon ship will fly and fall
Fall and fly and fly and fall deep into your loveliness

And if we rise my love
Before the daylight comes
A thousand galleon ships will sail
Ghostly around the morning sun

As the city rises up
As the city rises up
As the city rises up
As the city rises up

For we are not alone, it seems
So many riders in the sky
The winds of longing in their sails
Searching for the other side

And if we rise my love
Oh my darling, precious one
We’ll stand and watch the galleon ships
Circle around the morning sun

© 2019 Nick Cave, Warren Ellis

What Mondays Look Like in My Refrigerator!

Yes!! It’s Monday!!

Me and Henry, my AI sexbot (pictured above in the driver’s seat!!), will be heading out to do our weekly marketing in the next county over within the hour  — the county that is no longer in Code Red! Yay! The county where we hope people are still wearing their fucking masks so that it doesn’t go back into Code Red again anytime soon!!

The summer is basically over, after all! School starts this week! No need to frolic around joyfully without our masks on, right?? We’re sad now. School is starting. Let’s wear our masks…

Okay! Re: the title of this post — here is what my fridge looks like on Monday mornings:

The taste-tempting options on Monday morning!!

It’s really ridiculous how things look first thing in the morning on Mondays, compared to how it looks a few hours later when I come back home from the store.

(And those packaged broccoli crowns are a week old, so I’m not really sure they’re even any good.)

So, Mondays are always exciting around here, if only that it means we get more food!!

Okay!! Two winners were selected for the Bad Seed TeeVee fan music video contest. (Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds.) I didn’t see either of the videos!! I wish I had, but there were just tons on there. (And wonderful, wonderful stuff, gang. I hope you got to see some of them.)

Anyway. The winners were: “Waiting for You” performed by Juldiz. And “Spinning Song” performed by Ilya Gruzdev. (Both songs are off of Ghosteen.)

I still just marvel at what people can achieve so economically these days when it comes to music and music videos and/or visual images set to music on a video.

I feel pretty grateful that I even know how to take a 5-second video with my phone.  Even though I have plenty of apps to help me make videos and also to make music, and even though I know how to read and the apps I have are in English, I still can’t figure this stuff out.

And I mentioned this last summer, too — how amazing it is that a lot of people learn how to play (often electronic) instruments on their phones.  For instance, a woman I know bought an inexpensive drum machine recently and learned how to play it through an app on her phone.

In my totally outdated opinion, those aren’t real drums, and to be a drummer, you need to know how to actually play drums. But that is no longer the case. She’s considered somebody who now knows how to play drums. Plain & simple. And every single bit of it is electronic and app-driven.

Well, I think it’s just incredibly cool. I’m on this tangent only because I think it’s amazing how quickly these Nick Cave fans put together such incredible videos. If I had wanted to submit something, I’d still be sitting here, trying to figure out how to work the app. And I’m a classically trained musician, with years and years of experience in audio engineering and multi-media production.

So, the Universe is sort of becoming this place wherein the less you know, the better equipped you actually are.

If you want to read what Nick Cave himself had to say about all the entries as well as the winners, his Red Hand File from today is here.

And on a related note — Cave Things Instagram feed announced today that it is adding more “coming soon” stuff so check that stuff  out here.

Okay, gang. So this is what I’ve decided to do.

Loyal readers of this lofty blog no doubt recall that I have decided to start self-publishing all my books from now on, and in anticipation of that decision, I will soon have a separate web site for Marilyn’s Room Books.

The books coming either soon or in the very near future are:

  • The Guitar Hero Goes Home
  • The Muse Revisited Vol. 4: Selected Erotic Fiction 1994-2012 (POD)
  • Twilight of the Immortal (POD edition)

And then, coming in a slightly more distant future:

  • Girl in the Night: Erotic Love Letters to the Muse
  • Thug Luckless: Welcome to P-Town
  • In the Shadow of Narcissa: An Intimate Memoir of Childhood

These books will be listed on the new web site but actual orders will be fulfilled by Amazon.

However, I have also decided to start selling new erotic short stories through that Marilyn’s Room Books site, as well. These are stories that I will post for sale as I write them, and they will sell electronically for extremely cheap (and I mean cheap) and the sale will be processed through Lulu.com (Paypal or CC), so I will not have access to any of your private info, gang. And once I accumulate enough new stories, they will be gathered into a new POD collection and the individual electronic stories will be  removed from the site.

I really, really love writing erotic stories, gang. I really do. But the economics of doing that for a living became just crazy once the publishing industry imploded back in like 2010 or whenever that was. At the height of my career, I was paid between $300 -$1200 per story, and each story would be 1000- 3000 words; I could turn those things around in a couple of days. And then I earned ten times that (and upwards) to edit anthologies of stories by other erotica writers. (And this was strictly through the small presses; a fraction of what the large presses paid.)

And this was not erotic romance, either. This was hardcore literary erotica by writers that would really just amaze you.

That market simply does not exist anymore. Not even close. Now, an original erotica story will pay between $5-$30.  And usually they do not come out as an actual print book that you can buy in the bookstore , they’re all eBooks or audio. Which is great, but still, you can readily see why writing stand alone erotic stories got pushed way to my back burner.

Yet, I feel bad that so many of you (those of you still willing to pay for them and not download them free through torrents from game boys in distant lands) keep buying that really old stuff, over and over. So we shall see how it goes: In between (erotic) novels, memoirs, screenplays and plays, there will be new erotic stories for you, and about 50¢ for me!!

I’m actually really excited because I do love writing that stuff, but I also do need to earn a living around here.

I will of course announce any new stories here on the blog, but if you want to be updated about new content, there will be an email sign-up on the other site.

Well, all righty. The grocery store is beckoning me!! So I will get going.  I hope you have a great Monday, wherever you are in the world today!! I leave you with my listening music from last night: Yo Yo Ma playing “Cantata BWV 147, Jesus bleibet meine Freude”. I had it on “repeat” for about an hour. Listen and rejoice!! Okay. I love you guys. See ya!

Trying to Make this Day Not Suck!!!

Even though I don’t have television and I don’t listen to the radio, I still get plenty of really terrible fucking news.

It can get so difficult to pull myself up out of that garbage once it gets into my head.

COVID 19 is, of course, surging everywhere once again — and not just in America. And even though the vaccine is really really close (yay!! — Phase 3 of the clinical trials are beginning), the cure is what we need because…

Nick Cave’s Instagram feed announced this morning that tickets for the Ghosteen tour of Europe next summer are back on sale and even though I already have my ticket — thanks to my friends in Switzerland — at this rate, without a cure, as an American, I will likely never be allowed to travel anywhere ever again.

So a cure would come in really handy right now. (I’m getting really tired of worrying about absolutely everybody; it’s time for me to be really selfish now. I want to see Nick Cave. So please find the cure!!)

Also, the surge in the violation of the 1st Amendment Rights of college and university students all over America is the scariest fucking thing I’ve encountered short of the white Anarchist-Socialists absconding with the Black Lives Matter movement — and leaving Black people — whose lives actually do matter — once more in the fucking dust. (“Black Lives Matter” now basically only means “I Hate Trump”.)

If you are interested in helping to fight for the Freedom of Speech rights of students, you can check out (and join) the Speech First movement.  They are a not-for-profit, run primarily by women, fighting for the rights of students. On Instagram, they are @speech_first.

If you aren’t aware of how bad it’s getting here in the US — students who express opposing viewpoints to the extreme Leftist/Socialist/Progressives masquerading as Democrats, are not only physically assaulted on campuses but receive death threats and have vicious online hate campaigns started against them, which are often sanctioned by the faculty.

And those “old school” teachers  who don’t get on board the new train to violent Intolerance Land, also get those online hate campaigns started against them and can then even lose their fucking jobs.

Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury (Full-length Play)

And lest we forget, gang, this once actually happened:

Auschwitz pleads with 'disrespectful' visitors to stop posing on ...
Train tracks leading to Auschwitz

Well, okay.

The earthquake in Los Angeles did lead to canceling my meeting yesterday with Peitor (which has been moved to today instead.) (I know — it’s my day to focus only on writing Thug Luckless: Welcome to P-Town, so, yes, I am a wee bit irritated. ) But I did do a ton of Abstract Absurdity Productions work on my own, yesterday. Including a one-hour phone conference with the accountant in NYC, regarding setting up our LLC, etc., and my brain had pretty much exploded by the time I got off the phone call.

But as far as I know, the earthquake was not Peitor’s fault, so I’m going to try really, really hard to not be irritable through the entire 2-hour phone call today.

And then the rest of the day (and whole weekend, in fact) will be devoted to working on Thug Luckless. So I need to look at the bright side.

Okay. I know you’re really dying to be updated on this: My workout routine now consists of 2 mornings of yoga, 2 mornings of the treadmill, and 2 mornings of aerobics — and then one morning to just say “fuck it” and not workout at all.

I really feel great — I do — but I am not losing even an ounce of fucking weight. It is making me completely insane because, as loyal readers of this lofty blog know so well, I eat really really boring, healthy non-fattening vegetarian food. So why I’ve put on 12 pounds and can’t budge it off of me, is something that leads only to madness if I ponder it too much.

So the only other option is to just stay off the fucking scale until the virus is finally gone from our cultural landscape. So that’s what I’m going to do.

Gone are the days of this past winter, when I had that crazy digital scale that repeatedly enabled me to reach my goal weight in about 3 hours’ time. I miss that!! I don’t fucking care if it’s lying to me at this point, just tell me I lost 12 pounds!! Restore to me the beautiful life I had 12 pounds ago!!

Anyway. I’m not really that insane, but it does bother me.

Okay.  I am just going to say one other thing that is bothering the fuck out of me:  certain family members. Who refuse to ever just tell me that I’m a good writer. And even when something I’ve written has brought tears to their eyes, they can’t say that what I wrote was good. And if I tell them that other people responded really positively to it, too, then those readers “are closeted gays.”

Okay, thank you. Thanks for that. Thanks for that vote of encouragement, you know? I’m fucking 60 now — you’d think it would stop mattering that my family doesn’t support my writing. Or that they can insult all of my readers, all over the world, in one fell fucking swoop. But it does indeed bug the shit out of me.


But I don’t want to be part of the “cancel culture.” Don’t want to disallow that everyone is entitled to their opinions.  So, I just bite my tongue, as they say, and I move on.

Well, all righty! I’m going to get going here, gang. I hope your Friday is really good to you, wherever you are in the world (but not so “Good,” that they send out some Romans to nail you to a cross). Thanks for visiting. Oddly enough, last night, I was back to listening to IZ because his voice makes me so fucking happy. Makes me forget about COVID, and family, and seemingly unrequited love, and LLCs and budgets and investors, dirty politics, and all the fucking damage people can do. So I leave you with it again, even though I only posted it here 2 days ago… Enjoy. I love you guys. See ya.

Yes, It’s That Kind of Wonderful Morning!!

Here in Crazeysburg, the cocks — excuse me — the roosters are out and about, which is always exciting, and it is yet another incredibly beautiful day!!

(I’m kidding about the roosters, gang. They don’t actually allow you to keep chickens and such here in the Village of Crazeysburg itself. You have to take 14 steps out of the village if you want to do that.) (And I’m not kidding about that part.)

But that reminds me:  A million years ago, Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers did a live radio broadcast out of Chicago, where they did just a killer (sexy) version of Howlin’ Wolf’s “Little Red Rooster”!

(This whole broadcast is actually really great.  It totally kicks A. I don’t think it’s on an actual album or CD, but there is an MP3 download of it that you can get everywhere.)

Okay!! So!!

Today’s kind of a big day for me. Today is my big foray into Granville, Ohio, to have dinner with Kevin (Director of Tell My Bones) (in some future make-believe land, that is. All theater in NYC is shut down until 2021. I’m guessing NYC will never get back to normal, at this rate.)

Anyway. Kevin and I are having dinner at the Granville Inn and I have not done anything social, let alone been to the inn, since March 14th. I’m not entirely sure that I remember how to behave in public, but we’ll find out. Plus, this will be the first time I will put on my eye make-up in 3 and 1/2 months. So weird.

But I’m excited!! And also nervous. Because life is just plain different now. I’m guessing that if I let go of believing in anything I ever knew before, I should do all right.

Yesterday, I was working on Girl in the Night, and I guess I’ve just been doing too much typing these last few days, because the bones in the tops of my hands started to really hurt. So I took one extra-strength Tylenol and within minutes, my hands felt great but I was so sleepy I couldn’t even sit at my desk anymore! I had forgotten that those darn pills make me sleepy.

So the bulk of the day was not entirely productive, although I did have a nice day, regardless. And the lawn guy came to cut the grass, so the weedsyard — is looking really spiffy.

And of course, by 9pm, I was quite perky and wide awake. And remained that way for a few hours, but I didn’t really feel like working at that point. So, after streaming another episode of Professor T., I just laid around on my bed in the dark — well, with the lights out. My bedroom is never actually dark because of the streetlights outside my window.

But I laid around on my bed in the dark, stared out the window at the truly beautiful night, watching the blinks of the fireflies wane, and I listened to Phoebe Bridgers’ new album, Punisher.

I Know the End Lyrics Phoebe Bridgers | Punisher - Genius-Lyrics

It’s kind of a depressing album, but it’s still beautiful and the lyrics are great. If I were closer to her age and not old enough to be her grandmother, I would likely relate to it a bit more, but I still really love her way with words. (Although the entire album makes me think of the song “Chasing Cars” by Snow Patrol. So I ended up playing that beautiful, non-depressing song over & over, and then finally fell to sleep.)

But back to listening to Phoebe Bridgers — I was thinking, once again, how incredible it is for young women nowadays to be able to make any kind of music they want to; to write any kind of songs they want to and have them sound however they want them to sound.  Because it definitely didn’t used  to be that way.

Plus there’s room now for so many more women musicians and songwriters and performers. They used to sign about one or two per genre, and then get behind them for about 2 albums, as long as they proved to be massive hits.  Of course, back then, there was so much more money at stake for the various music industry gatekeepers, and all that’s been thoroughly “disrupted” now by everyone wanting so much music for free (and I won’t get political today, I’ll just say, that Socialist tendencies are so great, gang; it helps make everybody equally poor).


I do genuinely think it’s so great that women in music nowadays have so much more freedom to express what they want to express, however they want to express it. And I think that’s just so beautiful.

And something else that is amazingly beautiful, is the Red Hand Files thing that Nick Cave sent out today. You don’t even have to know his music, or know the album Ghosteen, to be able to appreciate what he has to say about love today. You can read it here if you are so inclined.

On that note, gang, I’m going to get started here.  I’ll leave you with both the beautiful song “Punisher,” by Phoebe Bridgers, and the equally beautiful though very different song “Chasing Cars,” by Snow Patrol. Relax and enjoy!! (Or float off into the stratosphere is probably more like it!!) But either way, thanks for visiting! I love you guys! See ya!


When the speed kicks in
I go to the store for nothing
And walk right by
The house where you lived with Snow White
I wonder if she ever thought
The storybook tiles on the roof were too much
But from the window, it’s not a bad show
If your favorite thing’s Dianetics or stucco

The drugstores are open all night
The only real reason I moved to the east side
I love a good place to hide in plain sight

What if I told you I feel like I know you
But we never met?

And here everyone knows you’re the way to my heart
Hear so many stories of you at the bar
Most times alone and some looking your worst
But never not sweet to the trust funds and punishers

Man, I wish that I could say the same
I swear I’m not angry, that’s just my face
A copycat killer with a chemical cut
Either I’m careless or I wanna get caught
Ooh, I’m not

What if I told you I feel like I know you
But we never met?
It’s for the best

I can’t open my mouth and forget how to talk
‘Cause even if I could, wouldn’t know where to start
Wouldn’t know when to stop

© 2020  Phoebe Bridgers

What about just being happy — has she thought of that?!

Well, it’s finally happened. I’ve gone about 36 hours now, being able to breathe just fine. And I know for sure now that the virus is completely gone. All the pressure is 100% out of my lungs.

Yet, I awoke at about 4am, knowing for certain that I was completely well again, after an entire month of dealing with that virus, and all I could do was cry. For, like, two hours. It’s been the weirdest morning.

I don’t know whether it was because my body was letting go of everything — the stress of having to always overcompensate for not getting enough air. Or what.  But it was just weird. Especially since, yesterday, for the most part, I had just the best day.

I know that part of what made me sad, though, is that yesterday evening, when I went across the road to get my mail, there was a letter in there from my dad. And it was a list of all his art pieces and I was supposed to put a check mark next to any of the things I wanted  after he’s gone, or in the event he has to go into the actual nursing home and thus downsize.

It was depressing. There are a few pieces I actually really want but I have no room for anything whatsoever. No room at all. One is a painting of empty boats at a dock that my dad has had forever. Another is a crystal sculpture of the sail of a sailboat — something else he’s had for most of my life. And so I would like to have those things. The other is a somewhat enormous wooden model of a galleon ship, replete with sails. My dad built it and it’s really awesome. However, it’s also really just huge, you know? I have absolutely no room for it. And it doesn’t actually make me think of my dad, because it’s not that old. It actually makes me think of Ghosteen, by Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds (“Galleon Ship”), and so I want it, too.

Even though I actually really want these things, what the heck am I supposed to do with them? So I know that was weighing on me — the idea that my dad sent me that letter, I mean. That alone stressed me out. But that’s not enough to make me cry for two hours the following day…

I think that, mostly, my writing is weighing on me. Just generally.

I had a great session with Peitor yesterday. We worked for two hours on revising the “Lita” script and we are just about done with that. All we have left after that will be to create the pitch deck presentation.

And I made the decisions to hire a “happiness engineer” to help me put the rest of the web site together.  (It really has just gotten to be too much for me to figure out how to make the most with these “user friendly” web templates. And it just makes me so frustrated. I can’t tell you how simple it used to be to throw together amazing looking web pages, just knowing html and a little bit of java code, you know?)

Anyway. I decided to release that stress and just hire someone at WordPress to make sure it got done correctly. So that Peitor and I can keep moving forward and be ready with everything the moment LA gets back to normal. And he and I are both really excited about the studio in Alabama, too. Just having access to that space, with the cinematographer right there. It’s going to be so much fun.

Plus he and I have never been able to travel much together, but when we do, we really have fun. Once, about twenty years ago, we took a trip to Catalina Island, back when it was still really charming, and we had just the best time. We stayed in a bed & breakfast that used to be the writer Zane Grey’s estate. (And oddly enough, the County Seat of Muskingum County is Zane Grey’s birthplace — isn’t that weird?)

We laughed like crazy that whole trip. In fact, here’s a photo of Peitor in our room at the bed & breakfast — 20 years ago:






He’s in his 40s here and he looks so young! It’s hard to believe we’d already known each other 15 years by this point. How young were we when we actually met, you know??!!  (We met at the Museum of Modern Art, in NYC, when I was 25 and he was 27.)

So, I’m really looking forward to the Alabama trip.  And the director of Tell My Bones texted again, saying that he was going to call this morning to give me an update on what he and the producer of the staged reading are mapping out. So I’m excited about that.

Not a whole lot of reasons to cry here, right? So I just don’t know.

I sat at my desk and read over what I have so far of Thug Luckless yesterday. I wasn’t unhappy with it, I just wasn’t sure how to proceed with it. And that bothered me.

And then I took a look at the beginning of Blessed By Light (or whatever I’m planning to call it) to begin the final edit of that and as much as I love that novel, it disturbs me that I always manage to write things that are just so impossible to market, you know? And it’s not like that’s ever my goal, or anything. I’m just lucky that way.

So that depressed me a little bit, so I closed the file and, instead, began reading the latest newsletter from the Biblical Archeological Society. There were several really cool articles about the Canonical Gospels. One, specifically, about the Hebrew-language origins of the Gospel of Matthew. And it also examined how later versions of all the Gospels seriously revised the role of John the Baptist, in order to make Jesus seem more like God. And that kind of stuff always fascinates and disturbs me. (Meaning the manipulation of information in order to control people.)

And just as I was deep into reading a section about the symbolic role of Lazarus in the Book of John, I got an alert on my computer screen that Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds had just uploaded something to YouTube. So I clicked on it and suddenly Nick Cave is reciting from And the Ass Saw the Angel, saying, “Pa beat the mule to death in Autumn…”

Jesus Christ, you know? (No pun intended.) But I certainly wasn’t expecting that. (I love that novel, but still. Whoa. Thank you for putting that image into my head…)

I listened to the whole thing because it was only 2 minutes long, but then decided to close down the computer for the night. I went down to the kitchen and streamed a PBS special, titled Inside the Vatican. It was really interesting. All the various people who work at the Vatican are so cool; they have such meaningful jobs, you know? But it made me feel like I don’t really know what my purpose is anymore — or if I even have one. I know that I don’t actually need a purpose in order to exist. But it just felt disconcerting.

And I’m guessing the tears this morning stemmed from that, which I know must be connected to my writing in some way. Now that I’m finally well, and what’s left of my life is still ahead of me, what am I planning to do? Right?

And then I was really missing that man who died a couple years ago. He had this really uncanny way of knowing exactly what I should do about everything. And I mean, everything — all the things that mattered to me.  He would just tell me what to do, and he would always be right.

And then he died, and I went back to floating off on my little cloud again.

Well, in other good news: The Amish guys called yesterday to say that, weather permitting, they will be here on Saturday to put the new roof on my barn! And that really does make me happy. I can’t wait. And now that I’m finally really well, I can start cleaning up that backyard — get all the dead leaves raked up and out of there. Get ready for summer.

Okay. On that note! I’m gonna close this and get started on something around here. I hope you have a really good Tuesday, wherever you are in the world. I’ll leave you with “Galleon Ship,” off of Ghosteen, even though I think I might have already posted it here once before. I can’t remember! Anyway. I love this song. Enjoy! And thanks for visiting. I love you guys. See ya!


Just A Really Sexy Beautiful Morning!!

Okay, I don’t know that the morning is actually “sexy,” but it’s still just a really frisky morning here. Sunshiney beyond belief. Trees everywhere coming more and more into their new leaves. Promising that Summer is just around the corner, gang!

My lawncare guys still have not come out yet because it’s been mostly rainy and still really cold. But I know that really soon, they’re gonna come out here and my lawn is going to look like everyone else’s in the town — meaning not a complete overgrown, weed-strewn disaster.

And then I can once again look out my kitchen window and feel really blissful, instead of really paranoid –knowing that everyone in this town — virus or no virus — is wondering: What the fuck is her deal, anyway? Why doesn’t she cut her fucking grass like the rest of us do? If she wasn’t planning on cutting her fucking grass, why’d she go and buy the one house in the center of town that has the biggest fucking lawn? It makes no sense. And have you noticed that every single fucking window in that house has a different cat sittin’ in it? I mean, really – what the fuck is her deal?

OTHER (very 420-friendly) GUY SITTING IN THE SAME TRUCK: “I heard she comes from New York City. Some kinda writer.”

FIRST (420-friendly) GUY: “New York City?! Shit. There ya go. That says it right there.”

But, you know – keep a tidy lawn and no one thinks twice about you.

And I have made up my mind that this year, I’ll just buy the darn chainsaw myself — the one that the lawn guys need in order to get rid of that dead oak tree that’s in a heap back by my barn. And then they can just keep the darn chainsaw. I mean, I’ll still pay them to do the work because it is going to be a fucking nightmare to get rid of that thing. But perhaps the “parting gift” of the actual chainsaw will finally get rid of that enormous dead tree that has been sitting there now in that heap for a few years, keeping me from being able to really fix my barn.) (Because everyone who promises to come out and deal with that tree — and get paid to do it –never does.)

But guys love power tools, right? So we’ll see… I’m hopeful, anyway.

Well, yesterday, I went to the dollar store! I ran an actual errand and it felt really good. And even though I still spent most of the rest of the day in bad, I wasn’t tired out from the little excursion. I really, really think I am just about over the residual stuff from the virus.

And yesterday, I started streaming Vienna Blood on PBS Passport (From UK/Austria, 2019). About a student of Freud and a police inspector who solve murders in Vienna in the early 1900s. It is really fun. I’m sure I’ll devour it in a heartbeat, though — there are only 6 episodes, total.

And, sadly, the next new season of Endeavor won’t happen until the summer of 2021! I’m guessing, they mean it will begin streaming the very moment Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds begin their re-scheduled Ghosteen concert in Zurich.  And that I’ll be forced to watch the premiere episode on my phone while also trying to watch the Bad Seeds onstage in front of me.

And my Swiss friends will say, “Marilyn, you came all the way to Switzerland to see this show, can’t you put your phone away?”

ME (pulling out one ear bud): “But it’s Endeavor. There hasn’t been a new season in two fucking years, man.”

Yeah, right!!

Anyway. Okay.

I am going to get going here and continue on with my sexy beautiful morning (even though I still smell like Vick’s Vapo-Rub). I hope you have a nice Sunday, wherever you are in the world. Stay hopeful!! Summer will get here before you know it and even though everything imaginable will have changed, soon enough it will be better than ever before.

I was still listening to Elvis Presley and “Can’t Help falling in Love With You,” this morning, so I leave you with last night’s listening music, as I was drifting off to dreamland: “To Be By Your Side” by Nick Cave. It is from the Winged Migration soundtrack, 2018. Okay. Thanks for visiting, gang. I love you guys. See ya!

“To Be By Your Side”

Across the oceans, across the seas
Over forests of blackened trees
Through valleys so still we dare not breathe
To be by your side
Over the shifting desert plains
Across mountains all in flames
Through howling winds and driving rains
To be by your side
Every mile and every year
For every one a little tear
I cannot explain this, Dear
I will not even try

Into the night as the stars collide
Across the borders that divide
Forests of stone standing petrified
To be by your side
Every mile and every year
For every one a single tear
I cannot explain this, Dear
I will not even try

For I know one thing
Love comes on a wing
For tonight I will be by your side
But tomorrow I will fly

From the deepest ocean To the highest peak
Through the frontiers of your sleep
Into the valley where we dare not speak
To be by your side
Across the endless wilderness
Where all the beasts bow down their heads
Darling I will never rest
Till I am by your side
Every mile and every year
Time and Distance disappear
I cannot explain this, Dear
No, I will not even try

And I know just one thing
Love comes on a wing
And tonight I will be by your side
But tomorrow I will fly
Love rises with the day
And tonight I may be by your side
But tomorrow I will fly
Tomorrow I will fly
Tomorrow I will fly

© – 2018 Nick Cave