Good laughs! And about my level of “tech-savvy”! I mean…ah…my human’s level of tech-savvy…..
True story from a Tech Support Representative
Caller: “Hello, Is this tech support ? ”
Tech: “Yes, It is. How may I help you ?”
Caller: “The cup holder on my PC is broken and I am within my warranty period. How do I go about getting that fixed ?”
Tech: “Did you say a Cup holder ? ”
Caller: “Yes ! it is attached to the front of my computer”
Tech: “Please excuse me If I seem a bit stumped, It’s because I am. Did you received this as part of a promotional, at a trade show ?”
Caller: “It came with my computer, I don’t know anything about a promotion, It just has 4X on it.”
At this point the tech rep had to mute the caller because he couldn’t stand it He was laughing too high. The caller had been Using the load drawer of CD/DVD…
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After one year of research and writing, not to mention the damn editing, here it is. On sale on Amazon. Here’s the link. And don’t everyone rush at once. There’s plenty to go around.
It is 1896 in the Yukon Territory, Canada. The largest gold strike in the annals of human history has just been made; however, word of the discovery will not reach the outside world for another year.
By happenstance, a fifty-nine-year-old Huck Finn and his lady friend, Molly Lee, are on hand, but they are not interested in gold. They have come to that neck of the woods seeking adventure.
Someone should have warned them, “Be careful what you wish for.”
When disaster strikes, they volunteer to save the day by making an arduous six hundred mile journey by dog sled in the depths of a Yukon winter. They race against time, nature, and man. With…
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Zoe’s Pet Peeve
Hello from the Land of Zen! I, Zoe, the Fabulous Feline, am here today to enlighten you about something that is actually a pet peeve of mine. Yes, I know—and you know—that I am normally so <ahem> even-tempered, but I go catallistic about this particular topic.
And here it is . . . my one major pet peeve: The misuse of my favorite word, “bombastic.” Talking heads on television get it wrong. Elitists who write for pretentious periodicals get it wrong. Everybody gets it wrong. They think that because it starts with “bomb,” it must mean loud, boisterous, or clamorous. Not so, says this Fabulous Feline.
Bombastic means speech or writing that is inflated . . . high-sounding, but with little meaning. In other words, pompous, pretentious—and phony, if I were to use my own word in conjunction with Mr. Webster’s.
Here’s an interesting factoid relevant to…
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I have a major announcement to make, as Victoria Chase might put it. My third short stories collection, Honest Fibs, was just will be published in a few days – and I now have the draft cover in my hands!
Looks good, right? The stories are told by two fishermen, hence the fishing boat scene. And the mermaid… well, you’ll see.
You’re in for a Ride
To celebrate, I will share here my latest short story. It hasn’t made it into Honest Fibs, as I only wrote it last week, but it makes for a nice promise: that there will be a fourth collection some day.
I’m also sharing it because I need your help with something: the ending. Read on, and you’ll understand what I mean.
A man’s gotta make a living, so I cruise through the rain, even though I doubt anyone will be…
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