This will be a short one, gang.

I didn’t want to go 2 days in a row without at least stopping in, but I am exhausted! Yay!

I have no clue why. I had a great day yesterday. I slept great last night. I worked about 7 hours at the train station last evening, then drove home (25 miles) in a torrential downpour — thunder, lightning, high winds, the works. And for most of that drive, there are no streetlights at all — just pitch darkness. Except when lightning suddenly cracks open the whole sky.

But anyway. It wasn’t that big of a deal, really. So I’m not really sure why I’m so tired today. But on we go!

Stuff is going on in my private life that I can’t blog about. But it is sufficient to say, that it is very interesting, indeed, gang. If/when it becomes something I can blog about, I will.

Other than that, I’m still working on my many works-in-progress. And my Zazzle store is almost ready! And also, please feel free to visit MarilynsRoomsBooks.com. Even though it’s still in-progress, too; it is up and running.

Oh– tomorrow’s my big day! I turn 63. If you are into numerology, it is my “9” year — that incredible year of completion. Not only does 6+3=9 (63), but my birthday this year equals the 9-year completion cycle (7+22+2023). Plus, my overall number is 9 (7+22+1960).

So this is a really big year for me. I’m super excited about it.

Meanwhile, Sandra and I still have ALL of Act Two to get into shape before rehearsals begin on September 18th. So I’m a wee bit stressed about that, but we’ll do it. I wish I could feel more joy about it right now, but at this particular juncture, it’s just stress & deadlines.

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Here’s some stuff!

The Ten Commandments series continues–

Ross K. Nichols and Jono – The Ten Words: False Witness (Episode 12) (51 mins):

This is making a huge stir:

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And other than that, I will add this. From a friend last night:

And this, from the same friend:

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The Hollywood Vampires cancelled yet another show at the last minute yesterday — this time, Slovakia. However, this time they released a statement saying that:

“Upon arrival today to the venue in Slovakia to begin to set-up for tonight’s performance, it quickly became clear that the construction of the facility was incomplete, and therefore unsafe for both the band and the general public.”

They also said everyone in the band was fine. And they will be moving on to the show in Poland tomorrow. Still no public explanation about why they cancelled the show in Budapest, though.

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Okay. I’m gonna scoot.

Have a great Friday, wherever you are in the world, gang.

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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I leave you with my having-coffee-in-bed-listening-music from this morning!!

“Waiting for the End of the World”. From one of my favorite albums, ever: My Aim Is True, by Elvis Costello, 1977.

For some reason, for the past several days, I have found myself singing this song, every morning when I wake up. Meaning, before my eyes are even open, the song is in my head. And I haven’t listened to this particular song in years.

So today, I decided to listen to the song again, and wound up listening to the whole album, while having my coffee in bed. And I still LOVE IT. And so I share it! Enjoy!

“Waiting For The End Of The World”

The man from the television crawled into the train.
I wonder who he’s gonna stick it in this time.
Everyone was looking for a little entertainment,
so they’ll probably pull his hands off
when they find out his name.
And then they shut down the power all along the line,
and we got stuck in the tunnel where no lights shine.
They got to touching all the girls were to scared to call out.
Nobody was saying anything at all.
We were waiting for the end of the world,
waiting for the end of the world,
waiting for the end of the world.
Dear Lord I sincerely hope you’re coming
’cause you really started something.

Things got back to normal as the train began to roll again.
We got to the station about twenty minutes later.
The legendary hitchhiker says that he knows where it’s at.
Now he’d like to go to Spain or somewhere like that,
with his two-tone Bible and his funny cigarettes,
his suntan lotion and his castanets.

He was waiting for the end of the world,
waiting for the end of the world,
waiting for the end of the world.
Dear Lord I sincerely hope you’re coming
’cause you really started something.

And then the bride, the groom, the congregation and the priest
all got onto the train when we were three stations east, yeah.
Hiding from a scandal in the national press,
they had been trying to get married since they stole the wedding dress.
You may see them drowning as you stroll along the beach,
but don’t throw out the lifeline till they’re clean out of reach.

c – 1977 Elvis Costello

You know it’s a great day when these gorgeous neighbors agree to drive me to town and back to get the groceries!!

Sadly, I only need about three things, but one of those things is dry cat food, so I absolutely have to go back to town today. Yes. Drive 50 miles for 3 things… Such is life in the Hinterlands.

Then, this afternoon, I’m working with Val from Brooklyn again. To try to get that Zazzle store up & running so that you can finally get all those coffee mugs you’ve been dreaming about!!!

Or perhaps your dad’s birthday is coming up? I know my dad’s is! So I’m gonna get him one of these!!

Yes! Who could forget the Big Book of Hot Women’s Erotica that I edited for the Venus Book-of-the-Month Club almost 20 years ago??!!

(I actually loved that book. Some of those writers I edited back then were just incredible. “The Dairy Kings” by Iris N. Schwartz, and “The Orange Grove” by Kiini Ibura Salaam both spring to mind! What lush and playful and wonderful imagery.) ( But I never understood why the publishers insisted on calling it the “big book” when it was actually a rather slender volume….)

Anyway.

No way on Earth am I buying that apron for my dad….

Meanwhile!

MarilynsRoomBooks.com is partially up and running. At least, the homepage is up! I’m going to add more pages that include links to books that are out of print, or in French, etc.

I’m trying to get as much done as I can before Sandra and I have to tackle Act Two. It is already mid-July. Two months from today, the show goes into rehearsals in Toronto. 8 weeks. 60 days. Basically, right around the corner…

Oh!

I forgot to post this yesterday. From Real Raw News over the weekend. It’s starting, gang:

“19,000 Doctors Indicted for Covid Crimes

[…] A JAG source familiar with the indictments told Real Raw News that the indicted doctors took part in an unethical and unlawful partnership with the CDC and NIH during the Covid Plandemic. The CDC/NIH incentivized the offending physicians to coerce patients to get vaxxed even if the patients remonstrated against the potentially lethal jab. Health professionals were encouraged to do everything short of physically striking a patient to win compliance. Tactics included berating the elderly and telling pregnant women that unvaccinated mothers-to-be were jeopardizing the lives of unborn children. The CDC/NIH also encouraged physicians to threaten to “divorce” patients unwilling to get vaxxed, and to tell patients their names would be added to a “refused vaccination” blacklist. Many patients were denied lifesaving treatments and medications. […]”

[full article here]

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Okay, that’s it for today. I gotta head into town.

It’s another gorgeous day here today, so it should be a beautiful drive!

Have a terrific Tuesday, wherever you are in the world.

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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Not sure yet what my playlist will be for the drive to town, but these will probably be on it!! Enjoy!!

I know, it looks like I’m driving to town again, with someone else’s family, again, and we’ve packed plenty of snacks for that 50-mile journey….

I’m actually not doing anything like that at all today!

It is a truly glorious Sunday morning here, gang — with no sign of rain for today. And even though I need to do a little vacuuming & some dusting around here…

And even though laundry is already underway…

I have all of today to MYSELF, with nothing pressing to do except work on Novitiate!!!!

Yay.

I went to sleep last night later than usual — oddly enough, I came home from the train station feeling really happy. I’ve been doing some specific visualization experiments lately, that center around the job, and they’ve been manifesting remarkably well. However, yesterday’s visualization was uncannily effective. just staggering.

So I came home late, but didn’t feel like going right to sleep. Even though at 6AM on the dot, I awoke, as usual, because Kon Tiki of the Great Outdoors (and Ginger Boy, too, it turned out) would be waiting patiently on the kitchen porch for me to feed her.

Anyway, that’s my long & drawn out way of saying I’m kind of tired here this morning; I could have used another hour of sleep. And after feeding 11 cats, and myself, I took my cup of coffee back to bed with me. And I looked out at the glorious morning outside my open windows and I thought about the incredible visualizations I’d done last evening, and also about some other things on my horizon that are wonderful but a little startling… and I said, “Thank you, God!”

And then a tiny snippet of birdsong filled the air outside my windows. Just a brief little song and nothing else. No chirps, no more singing. Just silence.

And I took that as the entire Earth saying, “You’re welcome.”

Okay, I saw this on Dr. Reiner Fuellmich’s channel and wanted to share it.

First, I’ll preface it by saying that, around this area of Ohio, a lot of people got vaxed and a lot of people died from it — and a lot of older people died from remdesivir at the local hospital.

I know, from my 2 and 1/2 years at the health food store, that a lot of people also suffered really damaging side-effects from the vax that wouldn’t go away.

For a couple of years now, it has been circulating around here that “people don’t want to work”. There are help wanted signs everywhere. People are allegedly sitting at home enjoying unemployment benefits, not wanting to work.

Last year, I told my Q-following friend at the health food store, “What if it’s these vaxes, taking people out of the work force?”

And so this morning, Reiner posted this:

“Elephant in the room.”

So fucking sad, gang.

Reiner also posted this:

“HIV Aids, Corona Covid, and other mind control illusions

In this first of two episodes, Dr. Reiner Fuellmich and co-host attorney Dagmar Schön conduct an in-depth interview with Celia Farber, an American-Swedish print journalist and author who wrote for numerous renowned magazines and has gained particular notoriety for her investigative research and publications on topics related to the pharmaceutical industry and abuse of media power. In the face of fierce opposition from so-called “”modern science,”” she called HIV/AIDS an unscientific psychological operation that has destroyed countless lives under the auspices of Dr. Anthony Fauci.“

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From yesterday–

Ross K. Nichols – The Biblical King of Hearts (45 mins):

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Other than that, I’m just in a really great place today, gang. And I’m going to get started here on Novitiate.

I hope you have a splendid Sunday, wherever you are in the world.

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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My breakfast-listening music this morning!! Enjoy, gang!!

And I always love this one!

I dreamt I was eating. So I guess I’m very hungry.

I ate mostly eggs, asparagus, and spinach in the dreams. And I was also hoarding food.

I think that’s a first for me — dreaming about all that food. But I definitely think my body was telling me something — mostly, that on days when I have to go to the job, I barely eat anything.

Maybe it’s some sort of psychological protest on my part, I don’t know. But I can lose 10 pounds in a weekend at work. And then put a few pounds back on when I’m at home the rest of the week, working.

Still, since I started the job at the train station last September, I’ve lost 30 pounds.

I didn’t actually need to lose 30 pounds, but it’s gone now.

Anyway. Onward.

Probably the best news — for me, anyway — is that Code Monkey Z announced a new substack series, and it is right up my alley:

From Code Monkey Z:

“I took nearly a year-long hiatus from social media to collect my thoughts and observe.

During this year, many psyops were successfully executed by big tech and governments; important events were covered up with simple distractions; people were led down wild goose chases.

Psyops are next-generation warfare.

It is important to understand how to identify psyops, the players involved, the techniques used, and pathways to run counter-psyops.”

If you want to follow Code Monkey Z’s series on substack, this is the link:

Behind The Shadows

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If you haven’t joined GoodLionTV yet, you probably should!!

The next installment in the Pervywood series is coming in less than 10 days, and I get a feeling you don’t want to miss it.

As far as I know, gang, she has already been executed for Crimes Against Humanity, but at the very least, she’s been under arrest for a really long time.

In his newsletter yesterday, Nick Alvear stated: “I imagine I’ll be done by the end of the weekend, but I’m giving myself 10 days in case I find other shocking details regarding this DISGUSTING expose of Madonna. You’ll never see her the same again, even if you see her as I do, this film will peel back more undeniable layers.” (Join here)

And while you’re there — don’t forget to check out, “Elegantly Wasted,” the series about who was really behind the murder of Michael Hutchens (i.e., Sir B D… and you gotta wonder, with serious claims like that thrown about, why Sir B D isn’t out there, suing the fuck out of everyone? Hmmm.)

And the series, “Eyes Wide Open: The Killing of Stanley Kubrick.” That is incredible, too. (Especially if you’re working on a novel that takes place in the summer of 1966. A most sinister summer, indeed.)

But, actually, there is just a ton of content on GoodLionTV that will just change how you look at absolutely everything. And they also have a film academy, if you want to learn how to make movies, quickly and affordably.

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Honestly, though, between GoodLionTV and psyops and the sinister underbelly of 1966, is it any wonder I can barely get out of bed in the morning on those days when I know I have to go to the train station and work? (And this doesn’t count the permanent damage I did to my leg at that second job I had a few months back. That makes getting out of bed a little tricky, too…)

But my point is —

I need to get all this stuff in my head down on the page. If I don’t, I will never be able to move on.

And I think that, compared to Novitiate, Thug Luckless: Welcome to P Town will probably take more out of me than I can even imagine. For instance, notes will randomly come to me about Thug Luckless and then I have to quickly scribble them down. That’s been going on for three years now. Yesterday, it was: Nazis live underground in P Town. A Nazi Underground.

If you are new to this blog, Thug Luckless is an AI sex robot, stranded in P Town because his owner, Mavis, died of a heart attack. P Town is a post-Apocalyptic town, where all the men and children are dead — burned alive because of “an accident at the factory.” So only jaded, hopeless women live in P town — alone — where there is minimal electricity, no plumbing, and barely enough food to survive on — but the one bar in town is always open and the soldiers are always arriving…

And now this Nazi Underground thing. Really? We’re gonna go there? I guess we’ll see. Sounds a little like A Woman In Berlin by Anonymous (a diary by Marta Hillers about Soviet soldiers in Berlin in 1945). If you never read it — it’s a book that sticks with you. And not in a happy way.

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Meanwhile… from that other world I’m always in–

James Tabor – Resurrection is NOT Resuscitation–Getting the Ideas Straight at Last! (1 hr):

And in the continuing series that delves into the Ten Commandments:

Ross K. Nichols and Jono – The Ten Words: Covet (Episode 11) (53 mins):

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And from Johnny Depp’s Instagram page this morning!!

Johnny with Gina Deuters (I think at the recent Cannes Film Festival? I don’t know):

And, of course, the Hollywood Vampires:

Okay, gang. I gotta scoot.

Have a great Friday, wherever you are in the world!

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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I leave you with something else from Berlin: “The Passenger” — from Lust for Life, Iggy Pop, 1977:

And here’s this, just ’cause I love it (Lou Reed, from Transformer, 1972):

And this, because, YES!, I love it! Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds, “Stagger Lee” (1996, from Murder Ballads):

Remember how yesterday started out so incredibly great??!!

I finally had an entire day off, all to myself, on a gorgeous summer day — I was just going to work on one of my novels and spend the entire day in bliss!! Finally!!

Remember that??

Well, I wound up working on Novitiate, and I was getting some good stuff done. And early in the afternoon, I decided to take a break. I went over to my phone to see if anyone had texted me because I always keep my ringer off, and lo! and behold!!!!!

The manager of the train station texted me: “Don’t forget the mandatory staff meeting today at 3:30…”

I won’t waste your time detailing how angry I got, because of course, I had forgotten. And I won’t detail how unbelievably depressed I got, while sitting in that unbelievably boring meeting, which required 50 miles of driving and an hour and a half of my otherwise amazing day.

And by the time I got home, made dinner, took care of the cats, I couldn’t have been farther away from my creative energy if I’d tried.

I know that a lot of people lost a lot of stuff because of the fake pandemic and the lockdowns — including, for some who took the fake vax, they lost their health, and some of them lost their lives. So I’m not the only one constantly challenged by the effects of grieving and massive loss, in whatever fashion.

But some days — like right in the middle of that mind-numbing meeting yesterday — I am just so over it.

Anyway.

Phil’s livestream last night was– I don’t know what; Very disturbing??? Especially if a lot of the people you care about live in Europe??!! Christ.

I wish I could get a sense of what he says just to purposely panic people into investing in precious metals, and what he says because it’s genuinely happening.

(If you also follow Simon Parkes, you know that some of the details in the intel reported by these two is remarkably different.)

Peitor texted me a few times from Nice, France, this morning, and he couldn’t be happier. So, I don’t know, gang.

However, if you missed it, here’s the replay.

R.I.P. Miles Standish – July 12th, 2023 (1 hr 29 mins):

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I found this article very interesting, if also unbelievably depressing. But you might want to read it, in full, if you live in the States, and particularly if you live in areas prone to hurricanes (whether or not the hurricanes are manmade…)

Following the execution of FEMA Director Brock Long at Gitmo this past Monday — from Real Raw News:

“Military Puts FEMA on Notice

[…] In April, Gen. Smith’s office obtained a disturbing FEMA memorandum—part of it read like a court order—discussing how the agency plans to (mis)handle the next major hurricane strike on the eastern seaboard or Gulf of Mexico. The memo, a copy of which has been reviewed by RRN, discusses a “vaccine encouragement” program that encourages agents to probe hurricane victims about their vaccination status.

Specifically, it targets school-age children whose parents have obtained religious or medical vaccine exemptions to place kids in the public education system. The overreaching order authorizes agents of FEMA to ask parents whether their children have been vaccinated against polio, measles, mumps, rubella, varicella, hepatitis, tetanus, and, of course, Covid-19. A sickening subsection of the memo allows agents to ask teenage girls if they’re vaccinated against human papillomavirus, or HPV, a sexually transmitted infection. Scientists have linked the HPV vaccine to a marked increase in cervical cancer. […]

[full article here]

Also, just FYI, FEMA is notorious for going into evacuated areas and robbing people of their property and possessions. And also taking innocent people — mostly homeless people — prisoner at gunpoint. Allegedly, that was part of the Obama Regime — FEMA taking prisoners to prison barges and using them as subjects in terror experiments. Meaning: How much terror does a person need to endure before becoming completely compliant?

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Okay, before I close this and attempt a huge “attitude turnaround” before going off to work today–

I wanted to thank all of you who are continuing to download my eBooks over at Smashwords during their July Sale.

All 4 of my eBooks published there are FREE to download for about 2 more weeks. (If you missed the post on this, visit my July 1st post, and scroll to the bottom. All the links are there.) (And please remember that 87.12% of everything I write is for adults only.)

Okay!

Have a great Thursday, wherever you are in the world. And if you live in Europe, please be cautious! It might be good to get your cash out of the banks and/or stock markets and buy precious metals ASAP.

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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From Peitor, this morning!! (He and I both love the French singer, France Gall, but so odd that this particular song he sent is from 1966!!)

Okay! Enjoy!

France Gall with Serge Gainsbourg, “Les sucettes” 1966

Yes, this morning was so unbelievably beautiful, peaceful, and quiet, that I was actually off to town to get the groceries before I even had my second cup o’ joe!

And by “groceries,” I mostly mean all the food for the many, many cats.

But I did pop in at my usual market to get organic and Non-GMO “this and that” [read: snacks]. I didn’t really need much, because I don’t go through quite as much food in a week as my cats do.

But it was really a lovely drive today. It kinda took my breath away.

I try to take as many backroads as possible and avoid the freeway until I absolutely have to get on it for the last 5 miles into town. So my whole Being was just sort of rejoicing this morning while I drove — and I really needed it.

I am still just emotionally and mentally and physically wiped out, gang.

I made great progress on the bio/resume stuff for Sandra yesterday, though, and I hope to have it all done and ready to send back to her by later today.

I really, really, really need my plate to be clear for a little while so that I can get back to focusing on my own stuff — until we need to tackle Act Two of the play, which is any day now.

So here’s hoping today will be fruitful.

Okay. Well, Phil did not do his livestream last night. We’ll see if it pans out for tonight or not. (At 9PM Eastern, if it does work out.)

Oh! Here’s one interesting thing! At the market today, they had finally taken down all that bullet-proof glass garbage that they’d put up around all the cash registers back in 2020. So I guess the fake pandemic is officially over!!

All joking aside, that was such a nice feeling, gang.

So here we go. All signs pointing to a really nice day.

Okay! I’m going to “sort of” leave you with my breakfast-listening music from this morning.

I actually didn’t listen to music this morning. I watched a really, really, REALLY old episode of “Yogi Bear” — and it was primo Yogi!! From the 4th season, when Boo-Boo was already in the show, but it was still early enough in the 9-season run to actually be funny. And the animation was still great — for Hanna-Barbera, that is.

The episode I saw this morning, was when, thanks to his fairy godmother, everything Yogi touched turned into a picnic basket, including Boo-Boo and Ranger Smith…. it actually brought a smile or two to my face, and made the otherwise exhausting getting-out-of-bed business that much easier to live through.

So I leave you with the really really great Yogi Bear theme song (!!) –not the first one they made in the late 50s; the song from the mid-60s. So, slip back to yesteryear for a moment and enjoy!

Thanks for visiting, gang. I hope you have a terrific Tuesday, wherever you are in the world.

I love you guys. See ya!

I did spend most of the day, yesterday, trying to put all my notes together for Sandra’s new “official” bio — we’re talking 12 pages of notes, over 50 movie credits, 5 TV series, about 25 theater credits, and an untold amount of appearances on episodic TV shows, and then her career as a cabaret singer in Washington DC before any of that other stuff started…

At one point, I had to call her to get background stuff sorted out — from the years before I had even met her. And she was a little fuzzy on the dates & details. She said, “I remember the White House Jazz on the Lawn series was during the Carter Administration…”

Uh-oh. That’s going pretty far back.

So I said, “If it’s okay with you, I think I’ll call Wayne and see what he remembers.”

Wayne, my ex-husband in NYC, has been close friends with Sandra for a really long time. I knew they became friends in DC, where Wayne began his professional acting career (in theater), and they wound up as roommates for a while in NYC in the early 80s. But I never knew any of the details about how they met or when.

Wow. So.

It turns out that Wayne has an incredible memory.

He recalled exactly when and where they met (March 1977, at a cabaret show). And each time they met after that (summer of ’78, and again in the summer of ’79), until they became actual friends — for life.

I won’t post all the details he shared with me, because it’s personal stuff about their private lives. But it just amazed me that Wayne remembered all that stuff. So many amazing details about Sandra. And that’s going back over 45 years.

(I will add this fact– in 1980, Wayne gave Sandra the final $100 she needed for the plane fare out to Colorado to get her re-assignment surgery. )

The details Wayne shared with me covered that gap in my knowledge of Sandra. I know so much about her amazing life before she became successful, because all of that is in the play we’ve been working on together for 8 years.

So it was really cool for me to finally see just how she made that transition from who she’d been on the streets, to who she was when I met her. (When Wayne introduced me to Sandra, in 1992, he and I were living together, engaged to be married, and she lived in Toronto by then. She was in NYC, auditioning for the Broadway show, The Buddy Holly Story.) (She got the part.)

It just humanized everything for me — having Wayne’s side of the story.

I moved to NYC in 1980. Sandra moved there in 1982, and Wayne moved there in 1984. I realized yesterday, that we all share that cultural memory of what NYC was like in that era. And suddenly, my own perspective of life back then became part of the play about Sandra’s life.

Until that moment, I was always the “outside observer” to all the facts . It’s hard to explain. But Wayne’s memories changed all of that for me yesterday.

Anyway. It’s always great to chat on Sunday with Wayne!

He always makes a “Sunday dinner” for himself and his roommate, and he sends a photo out to a group on Instagram (always including the filthy ashtray and the lit cigarette, which is my favorite part!!!).

I was “officially” added to the group yesterday evening —

All right, gang. I gotta scoot! I need to get back to that bio.

And then, after that, Val in Brooklyn and I are going to get back to work on my zazzle “coffee mug” store and marilynsroombooks.com!!!

I hope you have a great Monday, wherever you are in the world.

Oh! Phil is supposed to do a livestream tonight at 9PM Eastern. Check his channel later to confirm!

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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Another great one from my Top 23+3 entire albums… from my Best of Nick Cave Playlist!!

“Brother, My Cup Is Empty”, from Henry’s Dream, Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds, 1992. Enjoy!