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PFF51: Old News

Flashback Friday

Welcome to Paula’s Friday Flashback! This is a challenge begun by Fandango and it’s fun to see what we posted back when (as well as the comments). The post below is a reblog of a post I made exactly 9 years ago.

[Btw, I tried the horrid block editor for this post, from my laptop, and it was a complete fail. I couldn’t even find the button to copy a previous post, which is how I like to do these repeating posts from week to week. Gah! I immediately switched back to Classic Coke.]

On Journalism

There are many things I don’t understand and the following is a good example.

Last week it was widely reported that the actor Jeff Conaway had OD’d and was in a coma/near death. As it turns out, he has pneumonia and was put in an induced coma as part of his treatment. Why the rush to report Jeff had OD’d? Who knows. Why not an “alleged” or an “apparent” OD? Idk.

Today it’s widely reported that the songwriter Joseph Brooks has apparently committed suicide, as he was found with his head wrapped in a plastic bag, which was attached to a helium tank. This is not evidence enough yet for journalists to declare a suicide, only an apparent one, because we wouldn’t want to rush to judgment … perhaps Joseph was cleverly murdered, right?

Maybe I just expect too much consistency in life. That could be it. P, not-P, what’s the difference, really. Do you know that Golden Spoon has a cupcake flavor now? Well, they do! 🙂

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PFF50: Predictions

Flashback Friday

Welcome to Paula’s Friday Flashback! This is a challenge begun by Fandango and it’s fun to see what we posted back when (as well as the comments). The post below is a reblog of a post I made exactly 9 years ago.

Consequential Properties of Scalable Randomness

[From The Black Swan , pgs. 159-160]

This section deals with common prediction errors; I found it very interesting.

1. Taleb uses life expectancy here: the older we get, the fewer days we have left. Makes sense, right? If we live past our predicted death date of 79 to age 90, we don’t get 50 more years tacked onto the odds-chart. We’ll get around 5; and if we live to 100, we’ll get 2.5, etc. This is easily understood.

2. But with outcomes dependent on human variables, we can have extreme fluctuations. If a person tells you a project will be done in 79 days and it isn’t done by day 90, it’s not likely to be finished on day 95. If it’s not completed on day 100, Taleb says it’ll have another 89 days to go. “The longer you wait, the longer you will be expected to wait.”

This is so true, and so simple, and yet it seems less of a “common sense” item than the first one. Why is that? Maybe because for most of  us, or possibly it’s just me, we want to trust people when they tell us they’re going to do something, and when they’re late, we want to believe that they’re going to fix the problem and finish up as close to the originally promised date as they can.

Anyway, I’m still getting a lot out of this book, though I read it in small doses, sometimes putting it down for a week or more.

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PFF49: Mom

Flashback Friday

Welcome to Paula’s Friday Flashback! This is a challenge begun by Fandango and it’s fun to see what we posted back when (as well as the comments). The post below is a reblog of a post I made exactly 7 years ago. A little caveat ~ the post sounds negative, but I miss and love my mother immensely.

Hello Mother

I had a dream about Mom the other night. She had made a Great Gatsby tee shirt for me ~ it was dark blue, short sleeved, with white paint squiggles all over that were supposed to be fluffy clouds. Don’t ask me. In the dream, it looked right.

I had shown someone one of my scrapbook photo albums last week and was thinking about my long ago days of arts & crafts. Not sure if this prompted the dream, or what.

A little while ago I opened my Chrome browser (I’ve been using Firefox mostly) and noticed that my old bookmarks were still there, including Baggage Reclaim, my favorite relationship site. The first article was about how some of us struggle to please certain people who have impossible demands and how that’s a never-ending spiral of futility.

The first Unpleasable in your life tends to be that exacting and critical parent or caregiver and if your perspective on their behaviour and how you respond to it hasn’t changed in adulthood, you’re likely to have felt tormented by a similar boss, ‘friend’ or romantic partner. [link]

As always, very interesting bloggery from Natalie, and just in time for Mother’s Day too.

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PFF48: That Girl

Flashback Friday

Welcome to Paula’s Friday Flashback! This is a challenge begun by Fandango and it’s fun to see what we posted back when (as well as the comments). The post below is a reblog of a post I made exactly two years ago.

Don’t Believe Everything You Read

Especially here. Remember back in the day when I was jabbering on about how much I lurve That Girl? Like last week? Well, I’ve changed my mind. Sunday I wrote a bunch in the morning and then took a little break, which turned into a 12-hour TG binge. At first, I still enjoyed the eps, especially the ones with guest stars, such as “Compudate,” which featured Rich Little doing impressions. I adore him and lost respect for Ann when she didn’t dump Don for Rich. Wtf? Ridiculous. Don’s a total bore. The more I watched the more convinced of this I became. What did she even see in him? He is totally dull. The British photog dude is also way more fun than Don, but nope. I guess it must be this opposites thing ~ sparkling butterfly needs a lump of mashed potatoes for a partner so she can make sure she’s always the center of attention. If she had gone with Rich, he might have grabbed some of the spotlight for himself. That’s fine for her, but what about us, the audience? After almost two full seasons, I’m really tired of Mr. Boring.

But that’s not even the main thing. There’s something about TG that’s really started to bug me. Several somethings.

1. The show takes place in NYC and everyone is white. There’s nothing but white people everywhere. White people celebrating generic white Christian holidays. No matter where Ann goes in the city, she never encounters anyone or anything but this. Amazing!

2. The city is freakishly clean.

3. Ann wants a career and left her small town to be independent, which seemed refreshing at first, but it’s not this way at all. She’s still emotionally yoked to her parents 24/7, especially to her father, and she calls him Daddy constantly, which is as irritating as her “Oh Donalds.” Daddy pops into her apartment whenever because he has “business in the city,” though he’s allegedly running a restaurant two hours away in the small town, and he has zero respect for her privacy. Ann is obsessed with his opinion regarding everything she does, whether it’s cooking a turkey or wearing dangling earrings, and it’s disgusting.

4. I’ve seen several eps now where Ann gets into dicey situations involving some creepy older man coming onto her and she wriggles out of it with her silly, spunky personality. If at any point she is actually physically touched, the scene is interrupted by Mr. Boring lumping in. Even when Don punches some otter guy in the face, he manages to be dull about it and hurt his widdle paw. The point is, nothing bad ever really happens to Ann, since she’s a “good girl.” This is the message we always have received.

5. Even worse, both Donald and Ann say “terrific” every freaking minute and it drives me up the wall. Of all the things, this started to turn me off the most Sunday night until I began dreading any positive announcement, since it would always be followed up with the inevitable. Why didn’t anyone buy these writers a thesaurus?!

Yes, I praised the writers earlier, so I’m blaming them now. Live by, die by. Goodbye, That Girl.

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Of course I realize this was back then ~ I don’t care. I’m criticizing it now anyway, just like I did IDOJ.

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PFF47: List Person

Flashback Friday

Welcome to Paula’s Friday Flashback! This is a challenge begun by Fandango and it’s fun to see what we posted back when (as well as the comments). The post below is a reblog of a post I made exactly one year ago. Sorry this didn’t post at its usual time ~ I forgot today was Friday. All the days are a big fat blur, moving like sludge, yet going quickly at the same time. I don’t get that much done, just kinda blah around. How’s my novel going? Lol, well, I’ll tell you… I just bought a paper/pencil puzzle book and last night was thrilled to solve the first cryptogram I’ve tried in decades. Thanks for asking about my novel! 🤣

Listing

I listed
All the home chores
I had neglected to do:
The vacuuming,
The dusting,
The dishes,
Some ironing too.

I listed
All the reasons
I was better off
With you gone:
The lying,
The crying,
The cold silent
Depressed dawn.

I listed
All the fun things
I’d plan with new friends:
The game nights,
The art walks,
The movies and dinners,
To fill
My weekends.

I listed
My lists
In a master
List of all lists,
To stay organized
And methodical,
Which made me feel
Blissed.

But I ran out of paper
And my cat stole my pen,
So I texted you
At midnight:
Please come back again!

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PFF46: Do It Again

Flashback Friday

Welcome to Paula’s Friday Flashback! This is a challenge begun by Fandango and it’s fun to see what we posted back when (as well as the comments). The post below is a reblog of a post I made exactly 8 years ago.

The Do-Over

I’m trying to get back in writing mode because I was so into it a few weeks ago after getting that email re my story going in an anthology. I got so excited about editing two of my novels (one finished, one a colossal mess worth saving), and also writing another O&C adventure, which I have absolutely clearly detailed in my mind.

(Sorry I can’t elaborate on O&C here. If you don’t know and want to, email me.)

But it’s been kinda hard to get in a romance-writing mood, to say the least, with all the stuff that’s been happening with my father. I know that a “real writer” would be able to put all that out of her mind and just get on with it already, but ugh. I have to be in somewhere within a reasonable range of the mood.

So, I perused some  novels at the drugstore, and even bought a couple, started them. Was thinking about the kind of romances I really like, and don’t. There are an infinite variety of settings, but only a handful of actual themes.

One very popular one, that I dislike intensely, is the do-over. This is where two people who’ve already failed at a relationship must get together again (because their child is kidnapped or the earth is about to be vaporized and only they can rescue/save — together). The protags have learned and grown in the years apart and are now much more evolved and able to see each other differently bla de bla. They fall in love all over again but in a better way, rescue the child, save the planet, live happily ever after. I hate that.

My feeling is that if it didn’t work the first time, it’s not going to. Plus also I don’t believe people actually change, not fundamentally. So there you go.

OTOH, probably my favorite motif is the screwed-up identity one.  This is would be something like a woman invents a fantasy fiance for whatever reason (to take title to an estate, forex) and then some strange guy arrives in the middle of a crowded party announcing he is the fiance. The woman has to play along. The man has his own mysterious purpose for doing this (he’s trying to ferret out a double agent in the military, say). And the whole thing goes on from there, completely tangled, drawing the protags closer, until there’s only one possible outcome — they have to get married, have insanely wonderful sex, and LHEA.

Hard to do these identity mix-ups in contemporaries because people would be Googling everyone else like mad. Or is that just me? No, I think we all Google. Who wouldn’t Google?

Anyway. I do have a novel started with an identity mix-up, but I have to sort out the details. There’s a lot of computer stuff and police work I have to finesse, and unlike real writers I don’t want to do any boring research. I just want to make shit up. And I have another novel that’s finished, though completely messed-up, with the protags lying about their purposes for being where they are, which should end up being wildly ironically funny, but it needs a ton of work. These are not the same two novels I mentioned in the first paragraph, if anyone cares.

Oh, my short story that’s getting published is a do-over. You should know by now I’m inconsistent. 

Actually, there’s a simple explanation. When you have these erotica type of things where there’s only 5K words to play with and most of them have to involve sex, it’s very difficult to set things up quickly unless the characters already know each other.

But I never would write a novel d0-over. You can take that to the bank.

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PFF45: A2Z

Friday Flashback

Welcome to Paula’s Friday Flashback! This is a challenge begun by Fandango and it’s fun to see what we posted back when (as well as the comments). The post below is a reblog of a post I made exactly one year ago. I can’t resist saying something about this post, given that I’m doing A2Z again. I have indeed done a specific theme (games) with planned and scheduled posts. But the difference is… I am ignoring the main site. I am reading my regular feed, some of which contains bloggers also doing A2Z, and not actively seeking new followers and blogs to read. Thus, I feel much less stressed. Also, I must have chosen a better topic because I’m receiving many more comments! 😍

A2Z Observations

We’re 10 days into April now, marking a third of the journey through my first A2Z bloggery challenge. Now, to be honest, I didn’t join in to get motivated to blog daily, since I do that already. I joined because I thought it would be fun to have a daily themed post.

Well, it’s not. 😱

Yes. Sacrilege. Allow me to pontificate. It’s a burden to write the posts that I’ve planned out on my list. It feels like work, bleh. It’s not fun like the other posts are, the genre challenges, the impulsive poetry, etc.

Another issue is that people aren’t responding to the romance novel reviews much, except to drop likes. I thought I had more romance readers here who would be interested in these books. Guess not. Maybe if I reviewed something “rapey” like The Flame and the Flower I’d get a conversation going haha.

But people are responding to the romantic comedy movie reviews, so I’m modifying my list to include more movies and fewer books, except for the reviews I’ve already scheduled. I’d rather go for the reliable over the uncertain, and it makes me a little sad to have a post with likes and no comments. Dunno why people can’t extrapolate things I say about romance novels into general discussions about other books and writing too, but like whatever. We’ll just focus on movies. 🙄

Further, with my regular newsfeed still overflowing with favorite bloggers posting great stuff, I don’t have time to wander to the A2Z page and check out new peeps. I’m already much too busy with blogging and working and everything else. That “make connections” part of A2Z is a bust for me, unfortunately. I don’t know how I used to have any spare time. Where did it go?

I think in the future if I do A2Z again it will be with a much more casual approach, not a theme/list. This feels way too much like actual work. 😝

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PFF44: Baby Dreams

Friday Flashback

Welcome to Paula’s Friday Flashback! This is a challenge begun by Fandango and it’s fun to see what we posted back when (as well as the comments). The post below is a reblog of a post I made exactly 9 years ago.

Baby Dreams

The other week I had a very odd dream about a baby — a couple I know had a premature baby and I was trying to feed it with a bottle. The baby was so tiny, which made this very difficult, as the bottle was normal-sized. They said keep trying, it’s OK.

And then last night I had another baby dream, though I barely remember this one except the baby was regular-sized.

I visited a dream site to see what these dreams might mean and was happy to discover…

Generally in dreams babies represent your creativity, your ability to give birth to new ideas; the things that you have conceived in your mind and either do, or do not, produce and allow to develop. [Meaning of Dreams ~ site 404’d]

This is cool because I’ve been writing a lot lately.

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PFF43: Trekkin’

Friday Flashback

Welcome to Paula’s Friday Flashback! This is a challenge begun by Fandango and it’s fun to see what we posted back when (as well as the comments). The post below is a reblog of a post I made almost 7 years ago (one day off). When I saw the title, and esp the alt title, I thought oh goody a dating post… my peeps will have fun reading this. But alas it is not. Sorry about that. 🙁

The Trek to Santa Ana

[Alt: Why I Still Get Valium Refilled]

I hate California ~ have I ever said this? Someday I shall retire to an idyllic place where there’s way less traffic and constant hassle.

So my dad had a checking account at Bank of America. As you may know, this is an institution with a ton of problems, but one thing they’re right on top of is freezing the small accounts of dead old people. I produced all manner of ID and stuffs, including a power of attorney, but none of that was good enough ~ I had to get his death certificate for them, plus then wait 40 days, for them to give me the money. If only I had thought of writing a check to myself for the full amount the minute I heard the news, right? But no.

The death certificate is available (for $16) in Santa Ana at the OC Health Care Agency, where it marinates for 60 days and then is transferred to the Hall of Records. Why is that? Because we need to have arbitrary rules. Dur. So, I left early Tuesday morning to go to the HCA, but the freeways were all messed up even then, so I arrived in Santa Ana at almost 8:00AM, and the streets were all crowded and miserable.

I found the building and saw the parking was all metered, natch. I had to drive around the block, and on the other side was the High School for the Performing Arts, mashed between all the gobblement buildings. WTF? Who’d put a high school there? Oh, and it was time for school, yay. So, I had to wait while all the budding Rembrandts and Lady Gagas ambled across the street, ushered by cops, and the mommies in their ginormous SUVs dropped off their preciousnesses. Gah!

OK. Finally I got back to my building, parked, found two quarters for the meter, and went inside. I was the only customer, whew. I decided to get two certificates, just in case. This was the easy part, figures. It’s always the driving/parking that stresses me out.

My grandmother’s middle name was Ann, like mine. I never knew. Strange to find out this way, after all this time.

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