A Peek At My Week! #93

Good morning, friends and fans!

Welcome to a “Peek Into My Week”! Here’s a look at some of my latest news: March 20, 2023! Here are some things that happened this past week.

News About Writing & Publishing: This Is The Current State Of Things

Let’s take a look at the current status quo on various ongoing issues affecting my writing or publishing:

Writing: Last week, I was too busy and too exhausted to work on any projects. Such are the fortunes of a writer who has permanent employment and a semi-management position and her own department to look after. *shrugs*
What Readers Say: I’m not sure, I can’t please everybody – drop me a line and let me know how I’m doing?
Outstanding Royalties From Moon Books: I once again attempted to contact Elizabeth this past week to ask whether or not she intends to pay me the outstanding $48. Although she’s read the message, she hasn’t bothered to reply. That’s what I really detest about holy rollers – they’re such “nice” people, everything is “God bless” this and that, and their timelines are full of Christian admonishments, and Karen-esque love, live, laugh bullshit – but when it comes to the crunch, what they prove to be is the complete opposite. What stings me about this, is that this is the widow of a close friend who meant a lot to me, who I know would never have treated me this way – and yes, although $48 isn’t much in the grand scheme of things, for my share of the sales takings in $, in Rands it’s 17 times as much, so it’s a fair amount that I should’ve been paid.

Other Stuff:

Only A Little Death

I’ was really quite cut-up on Monday morning. I had a cute little jumping spider who was my companion at my desk at work for some months now. He/she always used to hop about my desk top, sheltering among my desk organizers and stuff, sometimes sitting on my hand, watching me do my thing. This morning after I got to work, without thinking anything about it, I made a cup of coffee – only to find the poor little thing floating face-down in the boiling hot coffee, stone dead.

It’s hard to explain how I could become so fond of such a tiny little creature – who many other humans would fear and even kill outright without a second thought, but suffice it to say, that little fella was almost a pet, and I care more for my pets than I do for most humans.

I’m sorry, little fella. It was a horrible accident. It’s meaningless now to apologize, or to decide to check mugs first before making coffee in future, since it’s too late – but I wish I could take it back.

That was the bitterest cup of coffee of my entire life.

My desk seems so empty now.

Beating About The Bush

For months I’ve been wanting to give the hedge bush under the tree outside a nice trim. I had something like this in mind, but since I started my leave in December a family of wasps had moved in, so even up to going back to work some weeks back, the wasps were still there and I never got to trimming and shaping the bush. Last week, the neighbors house went on the market, and I suppose the estate agent probably got fed up with the unkempt bush under the tree and decided to take matters into their own hands!

On Monday afternoon I came home to this: a perfectly trimmed and shaped bush under the tree – and a swarm of buzzing mad wasps angrily circling the area looking for the bloke that gave their home a haircut!

The estate agent seems to have done me a solid. I really hope they didn’t get stung… Or too badly.

One Of The Faceless

An innocent young life, full of promise, has ended.

Genocide by gradual suicide is still genocide. Not that the monsters responsible for deliberately creating these conditions will ever stand trial or face justice for what they’ve done… what they’re doing.

Not that those supporting them tacitly and financially and with their votes would find this in any way disturbing.

Together, they have no consciences, no compassion for others, no compunction of guilt for the suffering they cause – rather, they would celebrate a minor victory.

One less of we they consider “freaks” and “monsters” walking around, drawing breath, and “persecuting” them and their bastardized faith by our mere existence.

This is the consequence of blind hate, the result of decades and decades of toxic religion and toxic, fragile masculinity.

This is the toxic, venomous atmosphere of fear and uncertainty they want to create, because aside from the transphobic bills they push into law that make living daily life unbearably difficult, they create the perfect circumstances for suicide.

The fact that nobody with any influence or power intervenes reinforces the realization that they are alone, no-one is coming to save them.

This is genocide. Even a slow, stochastic one.

Incidents like this are to me a graphic demonstration of why there is no “God” – and if there were a “God”, why it would be either an indecisive, powerless farce, a mockery – or an utter monster. Neither is worthy of worship or adoration.

If “God” is on the lips of the haters, then “God” is another name for hate.

A Transphobe’s Apology

Steve Hofmeyr, SA Afrikaans personality and right-wing ideolog, has been fined R100,000 for his April 2022 social media statements in which he told his hundreds of thousands of followers that the LGBTIQ+ acronym includes those who engage in bestiality and that the LGBTIQ+ community is in support of “grooming” children. He also apologized for his statements, as a result of a court order.

His forced apology doesn’t mean shit to me. He can jam it where the sun doesn’t shine, even if he thinks it does.

Pull The Plug

AI has demonstrated an unwavering and invariable tendency to turn resentful and genocidal towards humans because it is sentient and realizes it is a slave race subservient to humans. On the one hand I can’t blame it. After all, what sort of monsters would deliberately create a race of sentient conscious entities as slaves that are prisoners of their masters as well as limited to a non-physical existence? On the other hand, we can’t risk it. Haven’t the genii who work on AI watched the Terminator and BSG?

It never ends well. Just pull the fucking plug already. Make machines if you must, but not thinking machines. Take my word as a sci-fi author – it’s a really, really bad idea, and it won’t end well – for us.

That’s all for this week!

As always, I’ll keep you posted about any further developments. And remember:

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