By: William G. Muir
Just something I posted on my Facebook page.
So there this letter making its way around Facebook the past few days. I am not going to link to it because I have no desire to have something that hateful anywhere near my account. The fact that I sat through and read the whole thing is enough to just piss me the fuck off.
Now I generally shy away from commenting on the kind of things that trend here on Fscebook for one reason, a majority of them tend to scams. I like to see what Snopes.com has to say on subject before I even waste my time on it. Unfortunately Snopes.com thinks this letter may be genuine, if that is the case this is a sad case.
Actually it is more than a sad case, it is a fucked…no it way beyond fucked up.
How can anybody be that damn heartless? The individual who not only wrote, but then had nerve to send that letter is beyond cruel. I don’t even know if there is such a word to describe this whole situation. At least there is no word that I will accept for how dehumanizing this letter was.
“What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.”
– Carl Sagan
By: William G. Muir
Before I get started I just have to say whenever I read this quote, or any of Carl Sagan’s others writing I always hear Carl saying it in my head. I know that we all from time to time will hear the voice of an author, if we know know what they sound, like in our head. But Carl Sagan had a very distinct way of talking. His was a calm voice that rolled along on its cadence. It was the kind of voice that you remember long after you heard it. Which I believe that is what made him such a great educator.
I, like many, miss you Carl, you left us to soon.
Now on to our feature presentation.
By: William G. Muir
I have decided that Tuesday will be dedicate to me finding something in the tabloids and ripping into it. It is my opinion that we are way to obsessed with celebrities in today’s society, and we have been for far to long. And I feel what pushes that celebrity culture down our throats the most are the tabloids. No one asked me if I wanted to know just what color tiling some wannabe actress/reality television star has in their dog’s bathroom in their second dog house. (Is that a thing? I am sure some celebrity’s dog out there has a second dog house that TMZ is doing a piece on the tiling. If not they soon will be,) I mean it TMZ and reality shows like The Real House Wives Name A City That Use To Have Dignity Until We Exposed Its Most Useless Citizens To The Nation are doing real harm to this country.
Before I go any further, I feel that I must confess that I will be writing articles for a soon to be launched online entertainment magazine that covers the city of Louisville. But I don’t feel like I am being a hypocrite going after tabloids. Our goal at this magazine is to focus on the talent that is in the city of Louisville and make the city a place that is known of high quality when it comes to the events it puts on. We are in no way promoting the talent in the city as being anything other than they are. We are not trying to deify anyone here. Continue reading
By: William G. Muir
So the other day I see the Courier-Journal’s feature section just laying there on the dinning room table. Having nothing better to do I picked it up and started flipping through it. A couple pages in I see there is a review for the latest Percy Jackson movie. Now I know nothing about this franchise and have no interest in, but like I said I had nothing better to do, so I started reading the review.
In the review, the reviewer makes mention to the Harry Potter franchise, wondering if the Percy Jackson movie can somehow separate itself from its more successful predecessor. It was at this point I put down the newspaper and thought to myself that Percy Jackson doesn’t need to make itself different from the Harry Potter movies. Percy Jackson could reshoot every scene from all the Harry Potter movies and it wouldn’t even matter.
So it has been less than twenty-four hours since the announcement of who will be taking over the controls of the TARDIS when Matt Smith leaves the Doctor Who during this years Christmas Special. Before I get into my thoughts about the new Doctor, I want to get some related thoughts out of the way. The first one being that I really don’t want Matt Smith to leave, not yet anyways. I was hoping that he would at least stick around and do a couple more seasons (or series as the British call them) before he decided to call it quits. But I understand that being a Doctor Who fan means that you have to embrace change. Everybody comes and goes, even the actor playing the Doctor.
The second thing I would like to say is that I don’t like the idea of announcing the person taking over the role of the Doctor. I am not really sure how it was done during the original series since I didn’t discover the show until the early 1990s, several years after the BBC had canceled it. But I have to say that I think the regeneration from one Doctor to the next should be a surprise. We shouldn’t have know that Matt Smith would not be coming back for another season. We should have found out when he falls down and morphs into Peter Capaldi. In an idea world this is the way regeneration would take place. But we live in the age of the Internet, such secrets as these are difficult to keep under wraps. This kind of information would have been leaked out sooner or later. This way the BBC controls the avenue of how that information makes it way to the public.
So August is finally here, and if you hadn’t noticed I didn’t post much during the past month. Part of it was because Michala and I started working on book number two. I was putting a lot of effort in making sure it started off on a good note. But the main reason I barely posted anything is because I don’t like the month of July. I just find July to be the most boring month of the year. Period!
Even when I was a kid I didn’t like July, there was nothing to do. Sure June was exciting because it was the beginning of summer vacation. It was the thing I was looking forward to during the whole last month of school. It was something different, a chance to sleep in, hang out all day at the swimming pool, ride my bike around town, play video games over at my buddies house and stay up late. Even lunch was so much better during the month of June. Instead of eating something that only faintly resemble actual food, you got eat real food. Pizza, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, ham sandwiches, bologna sandwiches, fried chicken, and whatever else mom made for me and my sisters.
All of that soon became old come in July. The newness of the freedom I had waited for had all worn off and once again I found myself doing the same old routine day after day. There is only so many times you can do the same thing day after day before you wake up and realize you that you are just spinning your tires and not going anywhere. You can talk about how awful the school lunches are, but at least there was some variety in it. After eating PB&J sandwiches for two weeks straight even a bowl of the school chili looks mighty good.
By William G. Muir
The door to the Last Turn tavern opened. The neon sign above the door offered just enough light to let those who paid any bit of attention know that the individual was probably a man, and definitely shorter than average. All doubt about the mysterious person’s gender were laid to rest once they stepped across the threshold. The lights that hung above the pool table, which sat just to the right of the door, cleared up any question of gender to those who had been watching as the man made his way from the door to the pay phone.
No one ever paid attention at the Last Turn.
The short man who was making his way to the pay phone had started to lose his hair at far too young of an age, it had recently started to go prematurely gray as well. This unfortunate combination had gone a long way to making him appear to be twenty years older than he actually was. The strange limp he had recently acquired wasn’t doing anything to dissuade people from thinking he wasn’t a young and vital young man. Not that he was, yet he wasn’t as decrepit as his appearance made him out to be. At least not yet anyways.