3:53 AM: Is this how Urban Legends Start...

Walter Mosley at the 2007 Brooklyn Book Festival. The photographer dedicates this photograph to Debbie Ramos, sister of Jeffpw. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Really and Truly, I woke up this morning and my bedside clock read 3:53, you know, the name of the Urban
Fiction book by Nocomus Columbus that I just reviewed here! I don't know whether I specifically put in my review that all the murders in that book happened then...

No, I didn't murder anybody...thinking about it? Well, nobody can stop a thought fleeting across your brain, right? And, besides, how could I murder an entire corporation--yes, that one, who left me almost homeless...

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The saddest thing about Columbia Gas leaving me...gasless, is that I haven't had a good cut of tea since last week! And anybody who follows my blogs know that I sit down with a good cup of tea when I read, especially in the morning. So, my review schedule has totally been whacked! But I've been reading murder! LOL... In Bulgaria... (look for that one later)...Then Jennifer Chase's latest serial killer...burns...them to death... And last night Easy Rawlins has been asked to get involved with...a murder? Hopefully not...

Microwaves are wonderful, but they just don't make a good cup of tea. On the gas flame, I let the water boil...it boils in the microwave too, but when you add a sweetner, it foams! Now who wants foaming tea?

So what have I learned from this experience?

Continue not to believe anybody running companies...
If you use a glass bowl to try to boil water to wash dishes (and need to keep boiling for sufficient water) it breaks into pieces...
When crap happens, people start denying..."I didn't agree to anything..."
Thank God for the Electric Company...who during this mess, had a power shortage and then called to confirm I was back up and :"apologized for my inconvenience..." That's a real "service" agency...
Thank God for brainstorms (yesterday), electric burner tops, Walmart overnight shipping, and hopefully getting it today, so I can make a good cup of tea!

So, now that I've updated you...oh yes, I also learned (not much) online re propane gas installation... So, I'm taking my foamy tea and going back to Walter Mosley...to see what Easy's up to in his latest!

All of the above is Just My Opinion, of Course...except for the foamy tea...that's very true!

And the 3:53 AM wakeup...

Leaving me with one burning question for all of you from this new cell phone owner--why does it start a little tune and when you pick it up, it doesn't have anything for you to see or do???

GABby

Advocate Joan Price Provides Senior Erotica...

c. 1800-1803 (Photo credit: Wikipedia ) "You are so beautiful! Your hair is shining. You have a beautiful figure! You feel so good in my arms! I missed you so much! I love you to no end! Let's make love right now!" "Just like a typical guy years younger, Max is always ready to go before I am. "I am so horny," he whispers hoarsely into my ear. I smile, enjoying his eagerness... "I want to kiss you all over," he mumbles into my neck as his hands begin to roam... "There's something I want to do, and I hope you will allow me." he begins, rather formally... "I want to kiss you all over and lick your vagina!" "I gasp, feigning shock. "I'll let you as long as you do it as long and as thoroughly as you did last week." "We did it last week?" ~~~ Ageless Erotica Edited by Joan Price I met Joan on line a number of years ago when she was writing a book. Finding her name in my files, I we...

The Harbinger - Continued Reading... Have you become Interested?

Nuriel Kaplan has convinced the individual to whom he is pitching his book... and she is willing to listen... “All right, Nouriel. Tell me about your mystery.” “It’s not my mystery. It’s much bigger than me. You have no idea how big, or what it involves.” “And what does it involve?” “Everything. It involves everything, and it explains everything…everything that’s happened, that’s happening, and everything that’s going to happen.” “What do you mean?” “Behind September 11…” “How could an ancient mystery possibly have anything to do with September 11?” “An ancient mystery behind everything from 9/11 to the economy…to the housing boom…to the war in Iraq…to the collapse of Wall Street. Everything in precise detail.” And it’s not only a mystery, it’s a message, an alarm.” “An alarm?” she asked. “An alarm of what?” “Of warning.” “To whom?” “America.” “Why?” “When you hear it,” he said, “you’ll understand why.” ~~~ OK, how good are ...

A Biker's Funeral from the Novel, Running With Wild Blood By Gerrie Ferris Finger

I’m easily amused. Lake circled the rental car around Palms Garden Cemetery. A spiked, wrought iron fence kept the dead in, otherwise, who knew? They might run out and vote. I didn’t say that to Lake for fear of an unappreciative groan. At the white stone gates, at intervals , the uniformed cop held up a hand to allow other boulevard traffic to flow past the line of bikes and cars waiting to enter the city of the dead. My skin started to hum. The voltage in the atmosphere was amped to the max despite the fanning palms doing their damndest to make this day a celebration of the dead. “Don’t anyone light a match,” Lake said. Riley "Big Red" O'Rourke We weaved and shouldered our way through throngs of bikers, some startled at seeing three people not wearing cut, sleeveless denim, or leather, or visible tattoos— until they caught the badges. They growled and spit, then went back to their conversations. Lots of fucks and fuckers bein...

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