Author: Alex

Day #92: Taking A Stance …

Please, take a moment to read this—JK ROWLING SPEAKS OUT—and then if you have any lingering doubts, we can talk (I hope) in a reasoned, calm manner, or not. The choice is yours, but I’m taking a stance, and making a point.

People have opinions, sometimes those opinions do not align with ours, but is that reason to try and destroy them, online, and in print—which, by the way, can be construed as libel.

Just so there is no doubt in anyone’s mind, I stand by J.K. Rowling, and have nothing but admiration for who this woman is, and what’s she’s done to help others, especially in advancing women’s causes.

If you think otherwise, that’s your choice. And if you wish to disassociate with me, over this, that too is your choice. But, at 63 years of age, I’m past giving a fuck!

Today’s Aside

I’ve given up BOOK BLURB—and posting my reviews on a separate blog—given I had only two followers there, and only one person commented (Thank you Jonetta!)

I’m guessing it was one blog too far, given everyone is busy with life these days.

I am consolidating and will, from now on, be posting all my book reviews here.

Day #90: Startled with a Bang!

The whole block was rudely awakened this morning with a really loud explosion. We think it was one of the power transformers outside our bedroom window (yes, they shook) that blew. There are three on a single pine pole, supplying power to the YWCA on the other side of our privacy hedge. The pole sits in their back carpark but adjacent to our bedroom windows.

A handful of Utility workers were out there just after 9, going up the pole and fiddling with stuff, and I saw someone in a yellow coverall, and matching hard hat, come out of one of the emergency doors to the Y. So I’m making the assumption the problem was with them, and one or more of the transformers, that were in problem.

Right after the explosion, the Y’s external generator kicked in, and boy is that damn thing loud in its own right. You have to realise, out bedroom window was wide open. Had been all night due to how warm it had been. So all of this was really loud for us. Also, their building had plunged into darkness. Usually the place is lit up like a prison.

I thought we were under attack. And no, before you ask, I didn’t hide under the bed, but I did go through the, was it: a gun shot / car backfiring / someone dropping something extremely heavy from a great height, and more? But when me and mine peered out of the window, behind the curtains (hey, it was bright out there, okay?) we couldn’t really see anything. It wasn’t raining. And although the transformers looked to be okay, no smoke, or flames, or sparking like as if it had been hit by lightning. Something exploded. And sure as hell wasn’t a bomb.

Again, our only clue as to what might have happened, was the Power Company’s men doing inspections afterwards.

Ah, there’s never a dull moment around here. I hope it’s quiet where you are. Take care, and stay safe everyone.

Love,
Alex

Day #87: In The War Zone

I feel like Twitter has become the new Facebook. I left Facebook a couple of years ago because of the dissent, the aggression, the micro-bullying, the constant barrage of general nastiness. I just decided it wasn’t worth trying to connect with people who were not open to listening to other people’s points of view.

And now, sadly, Twitter has become just that, almost a war zone. Yes, of words, and words don’t kill, except …

Sometimes they do. We’re all aware of different people who have been bullied so much on Social Media that they’ve gone on to commit suicide. Well now, Twitter seems to be coming that battle ground wherein if you don’t jump on the latest PC bandwagon, or follow the latest crusade to turn everyone into clones, you are hounded, and generally spewed upon by the this group, or that one.

I’m tired. Tired of it all. So I deleted Twitter off both my iPad and my iPhone, and I have no intention of putting the app back any time soon.

I shall still continue to schedule my post for Twitter, but I’m not sure just how much more I’m actually going to be on there, engaging with anyone, anymore. I’ve already done a large purge of people I was following. All those that have spent days retweeting hate-filled rants and commenting how awful it all is. But still, adding their own voices to the noise.

Not only do I not understand these people, and, quite frankly, I don’t want to, I cannot condone their actions, or their mindset.

I consider myself an open person, happy to follow people from diverse backgrounds, and to learn more from others. What I cannot and will not tolerate are people bad mouthing others, and posting downright hurtful, nasty posts. In other words, becoming that which they say they abhor: acting like a fascist.

Adios, hasta la vista Babe, sayonara!