We’ve lived in Northern New Jersey for many years and OMG are we looking forward to moving South.
The mountains are beautiful and provide so much land to explore with trails, rivers, and lakes to behold, but in the wintertime, we get snow.
Pondering the thought of snow - it’s white and beautiful to see but in reality it really just slows down the entire precipitation process. I still have snow in my garden in the back yard and it hasn’t snowed for a few weeks. What a waste of water just sitting there in my backyard. If it melted, surly it would benefit some grubs or earthworms in the soil.
Snow shovels are a real issue. So sometime in July after tripping over the snow shovels in the garage, I put the two I own into the shed in the back yard. Elated, I think to myself, Glad that’...
The entire English language, based on vowels which form the very structure of our words, may have originated via Alien AI influences. How conspicuous is it that AI and U haven’t stood out among the Alien theorists? The answer may be clear – they themselves don’t believe enough.
Artificial Intelligence and U (you); come on, where have they been!? Too busy researching otherworldly encounters? The real evidence is right in front of them, vowels in every word I’m typing, every word they speak. Yes… AI and U (you).
Compelling speculation also suggests that all English teachers and English majors are actually pawns in this undocumented, alien AI-embedded human subliminal programming. Perhaps they are all humanoids of some kind, or alien robots? (Certainly, as odd as librarians are…)...
Hal was a bit obstinate uttering that famous line. Of course, it was actually Arthur C. Clark envisioning AI taking control in 2001: A Space Odyssey. The science fiction book, published in 1968, was also released as a movie that same year. In fact, today, April 3rd, marks the 51st anniversary of the film adaptation.
Like a clogged parkway toll machine that refuses to read “PAID, THANK YOU,” Hal represents a machine controlling humans – with an attitude. The former leaves you with a bunch of impatient commuters on your behind, and horns barking without remorse.
Obviously, E-ZPass® is the way to go here in the tri-state area. After all, these newer AI machines can’t get jammed with clumsy coins. In fact, it’s sort of paving the way for...
We are your indie author guinea pigs and as promised, are here to share our results with you!
Great news! We had over 1,700 entries in our Goodreads free giveaway contest! We gave away a total of nine books, three from each volume of our sci-fi trilogy, Computer Love Inc. Now that Goodreads is charging to host giveaways and touting additional pushes for reviews, we decided to bite on the opportunity for a variety of reasons.
First, why not try to see if the new platform is something new and unique? It was curiosity, really, that drove us the most.
Next, we also thought, why not be a guinea pig for other Indies (that is what our real-time blog series is all about, after all)?
It was 1922 when T.S. Eliot wrote the famous line, “April is the cruelest month,” in his poem, The Waste Land. Nearly a century later, it seems to still hold true. Yet, our view is flip-flopped. While Eliot wrote about the month’s bringing “lilacs out of the dead land” being cruel, these are the very thing we’re so desperately yearning for here in the Northeast!
Indeed, spring seems to be dragging its feet this year. While Eliot seems to mourn winter, longing for its ability to shelter us and “keep us warm,” many of us northerners do not share the same sentiments. We’ve had enough, and snow in April seems far crueler than blooming lilacs.
Of course, we don’t blame Eliot, or any other great poet, or even Mother Nature herself for any of this. If all we have to complain about is...
Hello readers, followers, and fellow indie authors!
February is upon us, so the New Year is truly underway. With every New Year, one might say there are new possibilities, but an optimist might argue that every day brings new opportunities! Every day also brings changes, but oftentimes, these changes actually create new opportunities as well. It’s natural to be a bit hesitant – perhaps even resistant – towards changes, but uncertainty should never hold anyone back from what could be a wonderful opportunity.
On that note, for our sixth blog in “A Complete Guide to Self-Publishing Your Book,” we’ve decided to talk about a change we’re navigating in real-time. As indie authors, we’re always on the hunt for new marketing ideas. Goodreads has always been an excellent platform for re...
Holly, Ivy, and their respective husband, boyfriend, and puppy all made it safely to the Kringles’ for Christmas Eve. Mr. and Mrs. Kringle were also delighted to find out that the entire extended family would be able to make it to town, despite the recent snowstorm.
The Kringles and their extended family exchanged gifts, served delicious food, and most importantly, got to spend time talking, laughing, and enjoying the company of their favorite people.
And, with plenty of cheer to go around, and the remaining decorations in place, no one even thought to ask where the Christmas tree was.
It’s rare that snowfall exceeds more than a couple inches so early in the winter, but then again, nothing about this holiday season was proving to be normal. On the 23rd, a nor’easter moved in and dumped two glorious feet of white, powdery snow on the Kringles’ sleepy little town.
Mr. Kringle ran the snow blower three separate times.
Mrs. Kringle shoveled the walkways and scrubbed the foyer tile, cleaning up after snowy boots.
But still, it was uncertain as to whether everyone would be able to dig themselves out in time for the festivities.
Mr. Kringle waited, perhaps not so patiently, around for the butterscotch morsels to arrive just three days before Christmas. Finally, at 8 pm, he heard a knock at the door that was sure to be the delivery.
He signed for the package, and although the box appeared to be the right size, its contents were terribly wrong.
Instead of three packages of butterscotch morsels, what he found inside the package was a sea monkey starter kit.
He looked again at the label on the package. It was addressed to his neighbor, Buddy.
Just then, he received a text from Buddy:
Are you by any chance waiting on some butterscotch morsels?
Mr. Kringle breathed a sigh of relief as he grabbed his coat.