NaNoWriMo 2015

Sunday, November 29, 2015 -( -5˚C /+23˚F — Dark, damp & chilly in Atlantic Canada @ 9:00 pm Atlantic Time )-

NaNo Winners Banner 2015
Here’s the NaNoWriMo 2015 Winner’s Banner, Shrunk to fit – —Jim—
2015 Nano Winners' Acknowledgement
& Dis (above) is the Winners’ Acknowledgement


& Here’s the NaNoWriMo 2015 Winner’s Certificate, which, at least on this Mac, won’t let me change the stupid font & Size of the font that has my name and the working title of this year’s ‘gem’ and that’s a burn.

— In ‘reality’, I started our really slow, not feeling 100% after my recent medical ‘procedure’ – & finished up, or stopped today, with story lines still churning in my head and plots developing themselves farther as I write this – Stopped at something like 84,234 words. { the word count function disagrees when I save it as text instead of Open Office WP format. It thinks  it’s more like 84,216 words. }

— Schnarr, schnarr, schnarr, Grin! Schnarr–,

~~~~~ Jim

Saturday – Warm – With Weird Stuff Happening in Europe & Hopeful Stuff Here?

Saturday, November 21, 2015 -( 3˚C / 37˚F @ 6:00 pm in dark, warmer than usual Atlantic Canada )- website screen shot
Good News First? We discovered a relatively new organization that supports local farmers who grow what we hope are 100% natural food and sell that directly to their customers. We’ll know a little more next Tuesday.

Above is a screen shot from —>  [ <— link ] We’re hoping their stuff is 100% free of anything genetically modified. & we’ll let you know about that after Tuesday evening.

We owe our existance to topsoil and rain.
Ain’t it the Truth? Support your local family farms! Before Monsanto kills us all and reports back to the devil that they’ve won. (( Schnarr! ))


1984 revisited
I went looking for some of those gawdawful images of heavily armed military guys terrorizing civilians in Brussels today. Every day it appears more clear that my father’s generation went to war between 1939 and 1945 to free the world of Nazis so good old boys the world over could sneak them bloody fascists into their countries and learn from them all their secrets and turn the whole bloody planet into a series of terrorized concentration camps.
Taylorism: The plot by elitists to micro-manage technology and surpress everyone they could while exploiting them in economic slavery; making themselves richer and more powerful all the time and making sure the creative, innovative and productive are rendered powerless and penniless and in debt way over their heads through all eternity.
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Yes, World War II was fought so ice holes could learn how to terrorize anyone who’d been born into a free society and fleece the honest citizens of the world and invoke a Fascist/Terrorist world economy and corporate Oligarchy? ???
So while Donald Trump wants to be the king of everything and build a strong defensive wall around his riches, he’s using the old ‘Divide and Conquer’ strategies, trying to scare Americans into fearing refugees and economic immigrants that the corporate oligarchy needs to work for almost nothing. & his Trumpness forgets that if he gets his way and outlaws refugees,  Native Americans,  Canadian First Nations, and all of North and South American aboriginals might find a legal loophole to export all the European, Asian, and ‘other’ usurpers who came to “Turtle Island” / the ‘Americas’ to escape the kind of tyranny that ice holes like Trump are trying to reinstate here now.
The bottom line is. The loving, industrious, creative, nurturing, supportive citizens of this world are the ones who suffer the most,  to the point where they’re almost paralyzed when bigoted ice-holes do their damnedest to create a state of constant fear and add their divisive propaganda which encourages morons to bully and isolate anyone who might look slightly different, but who just might be the Angels in Earthly form who can save us all from wannabe Hitlers and other Anti-Christs.

— Anybody want a soapbox? — I’m finished with it for today.

~~~~~ Jim

“Heroes Reborn” = Vivid Dream early this morning.

Friday, November 20th, 2015 -( Cloudy, grey, rain forecast – Warmer than ‘seasonal’ @ 8˚C / 46˚F @9:30 am in Atlantic Canada )-

I went to sleep wondering what might come next on “Heroes Reborn” and, after several other dreams had one last very vivid dream about that television series.

= = =

Hiro Nakamura (sp?) has lost his powers, but he is still trying to rescue “EVO’s” – He has learned that compounds have been set up where EVO’s are being held against their will, probably drugged and probably ‘earmarked’ for execution. He’s been caught more than once and ‘swabbed’ – restrained while the results of the DNA test are coming and has been both relieved and depressed about being tested ‘negative’.

When one checkpoint received the ‘Negative’ results, he overheard the testers commenting, “He’s a dead ringer for someone on the ‘most wanted list’ but he tests negative. Maybe he’s a twin brother or maybe he’s the father of an EVO with none of the genetic markers? Maybe this is a rare case of the mother passing down the gene?” And when the para military testers question him, he pretends he can’t understand english at all, and pulls out an English – Japanese phrase book and offers it to the testers. They say, “We ain’t got time for this – move along, get out of here.” He stands there looking like he has no clue to what they just said, bows and points to the phrase book, offers it to them, they gesture threateningly and point roughly, “Go!” He nods and bows and scurries off.

A couple more guys in line sneer at him and snicker, “I hear that some of them can control the machines and force them to return false negative results.” Somebody else yells, “Why don’t you go back to China where you belong?”

Hiro almost looks shocked and almost explains that he’s from Japan, but remembers himself and bows and nods and scurries off with his head down.

He goes to a Sushi restaurant and orders in Japanese.

Two young-ish customers sitting near him in the restaurant ask him if he understands English. He looks around and, worried that someone might have followed him from the testing station, pulls out his phrase book and offers it to the customers, bows and says in Japanese, “Sorry, I don’t understand English, perhaps you can find what you want to say and attempt to ask me in Japanese?”

They wave him off with a half frustrated, half almost nasty look and turn, grin to each other, “I guess we can talk – I wish this place wasn’t so crowded all the time.”

The food here is excellent. You can’t have excellent food at a good price without being crowded.”

Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

And I guess you’re not going to try to get into the concert you wanted so badly to attend -”

No – I thought I might be able to buy tickets on line and then hop the fence around the testing station, but they’ve stepped up their security lately. They have motion detectors so sensitive that a mosquito can set them off.”

Too bad you can’t teleport -”

Too bad neither one of us has any power that might be really useful.”

Their Sushi arrives they smile at the waiter and wait until he’s out of range, sample their stuff and resume talking quietly while they eat.

I hear there’s an actual safe zone about ten miles out of town off the old El Camino Highway. The only marker is an upside down speed limit sign that somebody spray painted “EVOs Not Wanted Here”. There’s a hard to find path off to the left side of the highway there.”

What do you mean a safe zone?”

I heard that EVOs who have been tested with non-threatening powers have been released and granted an area where they can live without being afraid of storm troopers rounding them up again and dragging them off in the middle of the night.”

Sounds like a concentration camp to me.”

Yeah, well, There are supposed to be periodic patrols by normals around the perimeter and patrols and guard posts inside by EVOs to watch for vigilantes and the like. They will stop and interrogate anyone who tries to come inside, and allow other EVOs to come in and feel safe with them. I heard they have a couple new guys with decent defensive powers-”

Hiro’s Sushi arrives, he thanks the waiter in Japanese and bows, eats quickly and leaves. He looks at an old map in a gas station and finds “El Camino Highway” nods and buys a bottle of spring water.

That night takes a bicycle out along the highway and finds the sign and finds the path and hides the bicycle and hides himself until a couple patrols of ‘normals’ go by and then waits and then creeps low from cover to cover and finds a fence and finds a spot where the fence has been knocked down by a fallen tree, creeps across the tree and follows a path inside the fence, finds a second fence that ends at a stream, crosses the stream and finds a broken white line painted on stone with “Do Not Cross This Line” scrawled in white paint in several languages.

The sky is beginning to show signs of approaching daylight. Hiro does not want to be caught out in the open. He creeps along the line, trying to get to some rocks and sparse trees where he hopes he might be able to hide out safely before the sun rises and exposes him to ‘normals’.

At one point he almost loses his balance and steps over the line.

Somebody whispers menacingly, “You stepped over the line.”

Hiro whispers back, “Sorry, I lost my balance, I do not want to be caught out in the open when the sun rises-” he looks down, he’s wearing a pair of black running shoes with ‘Nike’ like white stripes and one of those stripes has come lose, he grumbles ‘cheap imitations’ and pulls the stripe off, drops it, and moves back across the line.

He sees a hand emerge from darkness and focus some kind of energy on the white stripe. It turns red, then the redness moves and becomes a red yellow depiction of a sunrise behind scattered clouds.

Hiro picks up the stripe and smiles at it.

Are you an EVO?” the voice whispers, “You do not feel like a ‘Normal’ to me, you don’t have the mean streak, or the fear-”

Hiro sighs, “I was an EVO – Another EVO took my power from me, Now even the DNA tests come back negative.” He looks at the white stripe, “It’s changing- look – the picture you projected is changing.” He hands the stripe to the unseen hand.

The hand touches Hiro’s hand and a subtle field of light blue rolls up through Hiro’s hand and arm. He feels a tingle.

The voice whispers, “You became a latent EVO – Strange, Even latent EVOs show up positive on their tests. Those are the rough ones, brutish guards push and prod and shock and even water-board latents to see what kind of power might emerge.”

Together they watch the sunrise become a moving painting of Hiro talking to a shadowy person across a line painted on stone.

The voice continues, “I have a couple minor powers. I can feel other EVOs if they’re close. I can project images, but they’ve never moved before- and I can sometimes bring out the power in latent EVOs – When they tested me the only power I showed them was my ability to project images on paper or white objects, leather, or stone. I projected stick images like little kids’ drawings and they laughed at me, said, “Wow, now that’s what I call a dangerous power- They tried a couple other tests and I flunked them all, so they gave me the option to come here.”

While they watch the image continue to change they see it change completely and show a dark figure approach the line and raise a bazooka, aim and fire it. They see the image reveal an army of bazooka wielding figures firing into their ‘Safe Zone’.

What was your power?” the voice gasps.

I was able to jump through time and space.”

Is this the future that is coming to us? Or is this what you fear or hope will not happen?”

I don’t know, it’s been some time since I had my power – I don’t know how strong it might be if it has returned.”

Well, dangit, man, you better get inside here, we better show this to the committee.”

The hand reaches out and pulls Hiro across the line.


— Maybe some more later –,

~~~~~ Jim

Old Age Schnarr Update —

Tuesday, November 17th, 2015 -( Cloudy, damp, and +3˚C / 37˚F @ 1:30 pm in our little corner of Atlantic Canada )- { Yesterday was Doug Otterson’s Birthday. & coincidently, Marg Helgenberger’s, born same day, same year as Doug, half a continent apart. hmmmm— }

Okay- Today I got my choice of how to compute my old age pension form witnessed and mailed. We started this process in Juy of 2014 and finally got the ‘Choose one of these three options, get a witness to sign for you and mail this back to us’ final step before the pension (which is pitifully small) can start coming to me. Don’t know whether anything will start coming before Christmas. I suppose we can hope it might.

This will, however, mean the difference between Cathi and me spending $150 for 3 months worth of cut and split firewood or between $1200 & $1500 for those same 3 months in electricity bills for heating with electricity.

I was beginning to believe that the ex prime minister of Canada and his cronies were plotting to cheat as many good honest people out of everything they could for as long as they could get away with it. The last time I complained to anybody about how long this was taking – a friend from up the street here said I should contact my Local Legislative representative. This was just before the latest elections here. Before the new guys & women were sworn in I got a notice in the mail and it took us this long to get things figured out and signed and witnessed. Less than a month after Canada sent the beedy grastards in the Conservative Party of Canada packing.

Yay? tell ya in a couple weeks, or months, or however long it takes.

— Aboo Nice Day —

~~~~~ Jim