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It never rains…

It’s not raining; it’s pouring.
After spending several squillion pounds on my bike the other day I rode off to work today happy.
Then I pushed it most of the way back – about six miles, because all the work they did to it last week, although necessary, was not the problem. If it turns out to be a broken spring I’m going to scream and scream until I’m sick.
I’ve told them to tell me how much it will cost this time, before they begin, and if it’s too much then I’ll just write it off. I’m self employed and next week my annual tax bill arrives. I don’t think my paltry little payment is going to keep blighty afloat for the next year but it’s a lot to me and I can’t spend every penny I haven’t got paying tax or throwing it away on an eight year old scooter.
Alright, rant over.

I hope you all had a great day.

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I had a different kind of Black Friday

Almost an anti-Black Friday if you like.

I don’t ride a real man’s bike anymore. I have a scooter. When I had a bike I used to do all the servicing and repairs myself, but with scooters it’s a lot harder as it required a little less time to construct the Titanic than it does to haul off all the plastic to replace a stupid little £1.50 light bulb.
So I let them do it.
It needed two sets of brake pads, but as I only have single discs fore and aft, £40 quid each I thought.
A new rear brake disc, and I know that only costs £60.
A new drive belt. £80.
So, add an hour or so’s labour for a max price of about £350 and my daughter (alleged) still gets a good Christmas.
Five hundred quid.
I could almost have bought another scooter for that!

I just went down to PC World, missing the sales by about twenty seconds and bought an external hard drive roughly the size of the brick I lobbed at Mr fox the other night. I’m going to back everything up on my clockwork PC. So, as my USB 3 socket’s kaput, I’ll be back in about three weeks.

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They’re looking a little jaded but still going strong.

Me and the fox – again

I discovered the local dog fox taking a…well you can guess what on my flowers tonight. As it’s always dark here I suppose he thought it was night time. Only a badly aimed brick saved the flowers and his spine from serious damage. Although I will have to explain to her indoors why there’s now a large brick- shaped dent in our front lawn.

I missed black Friday today as I was working. It’s a pity really since my tablet chose this day to croak, and my phone chose this day to croak, and my computer backup chose this day to find it’s way into my daughter’s room, electing to be used to store her rubbish music. Now I’ll have to do it all over again, but as my files have grown to 83 Gb I’ll have to go to the computer shop the day after black Friday, when the prices shoot up to unheard heights to buy a flash drive the size of my house, and as my super fast USB 3 drive chose this day to croak I bet it will take my USB 2 drive until the next millennium to back it all up.

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I’m sensing a trend here.

I might use tomorrow’s trip to PC World to buy myself a notebook – the kind with pages. I wrote my first three novels with a pen. I could get used to it again. And the next time the dog fox comes ‘a calling, I can chuck my useless computer at it.

Read Free.ly Top 100!

Get voting. anything Jo writes is terrific

Amaranthine by Joleene Naylor

I am so excited to tell you that Masque of the Vampire has made it into the top 100 in the paranormal category at Read Free.ly !

This month they will be voting to whittle that down to the top 50 – with the top three books winning cash prizes of 300$, 200$, and 100$. So, if you get a moment during today’s turkey induced coma (or any day between now and the end of the month) please go vote!  (this is a direct voting link so all you need to do once you’re there is fill in your twitter and/or email address to help prevent people cheat voting.)

There are also other categories, so check them out as well!

Thanks so much!

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This time I’m doing something I have been meaning to do for years.

My first collection of stories was really just an experiment to see if I could actually pull off the self publishing biz. And although I’m still proud of the stories in A Little Twist, ever since 2012 I’ve been meaning to do another edit. But with so many books to write, and publish, I never got around to it even though sales have been unspectacular but steady.
Now I’ve finally begun. Thus far I haven’t found too many mistakes, but what I did discover was my earlier attempts at fluent dialogue. What a load of old rubbish; so I’m glad I did it.
Thus within the next twenty four hours I should be able to upload the new version and get back to Kongomato 4. I still think it’s one of my best covers. twistsmash

It’s two degrees above zero outside and yet those little flowers are still going strong. I could do with whatever my wife is feeding them.

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So, anyway, dad.

I may have mentioned this before but now my daughter (allegedly) is taking it to extremes.
Unlike my wife I can’t remember what she was talking about on Feb 3rd 1987 at 2pm precisely, even though she apparently can. Neither can I remember what I was wearing on Thursday the same day, or even more importantly, what she was wearing. I’m only mortal – in fact I’m only a man and incapable of such feats. And I can’t rejoin a conversation we were having at any particular moment in our soon to be 34 years of marriage, unlike she who must be feared.
Now my daughter is having a go at it.
Yesterday: “So, anyway, dad – can I?”
I thought long and hard as she waited impatiently, humming and sighing and staring at me as if I was the biggest imbecile on the planet. Eventually after about ten minutes I came up with the perfect answer, and one I’m going to use again.
“I distinctly remember telling you – absolutely not.”
I haven’t a clue as to what she’s talking about but I think that’s pretty unequivocal.
I’ll use that on my wife the next time she tries to dredge something from what passes for my brain after nearly half a century.
I’ll show them.

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Laurence of Dragon Fame Sequel to The Lone Hero

A great cover for a good and original novel.

DM Yates Journalings

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‘Laurence of Dragon Fame’ brings Einarr together again with his dragon half-father, Zavat. When humans lived on the planet Aberforth, some were hand-picked to be companions to certain dragons and Einarr’s family line were companions of the great Zavat, a large black dragon called a Guerrverre.

On the companions’ shoulders were the marks of those particular dragons. From ‘The Lone Hero’:

Einarr removed his tunic and soothed his shoulder with numbing ointment.

“Let me see.”

“It’s just an old ache from years ago. The salve numbs it.”

Harulis turned his arm and inhaled sharply, surprised.

“What’s wrong? Am I growing a claw or some such ridiculous thing? Maybe my ancestor’s face?”

Harulis sat back down and gawked at Einarr, awe-struck.

Einarr grimaced at her and pulled on his shirt. “Tell me more.”

“All companions are born with a birth mark on their shoulder that resembles the shape and color with…

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I did something for the first time in ten years.

I don’t know what you’re thinking, but whatever it is – it’s not that.
Today I actually bought a book; a real book with pages. I’ve been reading kindles for so long, and indeed writing them that I forgot how good it is to hold a book; to smell it and hear the crackle of the pages turning. It sounds like I’m speaking of something real but I really missed them, and after flicking through Amazon for an hour looking for something new to read, I finally found one in the supermarket.

Do you remember the flowers in my garden that somehow braved the arctic chill?

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    Well just like last year, and the year before that my cat, Harley, fell off the kitchen window ledge and destroyed them. Whatever happened to feline grace? A miserly four feet drop and he flounders about like someone drowning and at the same time tears them all to pieces. He can barely snuffle over to his food bowl, on the rare occasion that he actually awakens, without bashing his nose into the wall.
What a klutz

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