So when you work in data centers, there’s this thing that can sometimes happen. Each rack of servers is lined up in rows, and the intake fans face one direction, called the “cold” aisle. The exhaust fans are on the other side of the rack, and blow hot air into the “hot” aisle.
I’m not saying I did this, but any vile and/or noxious odors that happen in the cold aisle will shoot through the servers into the hot aisle…totally annihilating my coworkers there tonight.
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If you were sufficiently moved by chapter 7 of Trixy Chestity goes to England, you might enjoy the genrecological transformation of Russel Blake:
It turns out I’m not the only potential psychic in the indie publishing world! (hehe)
Some of you know that I jokingly fancy myself a media psychic. That is, some strange, very specific things have happened on TV, online or on the radio not long after I thought or dreamed of them. Truth is, I’m almost 100% sure that they are coincidences — but they are freaky, nonetheless. I’m not claiming causation in either direction — just correlation.
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Years ago, way before I wrote “Kick”, I went through a period where I published in the little known “horror/romance” genre (a.k.a, hormance). I know what you’re thinking: why’s the surprisingly tough and rugged Monkmeister General writing spooky romance stories? You’re gonna laugh, but the truth is, I have a sensitive side. Not a day goes by I don’t see a woman at my job and think, “Now that’s a nice blouse on that one.” Or maybe I’m out gardening, with my shirt off, and a bunch of ladies walk by and I’m all like, “How you ladies doing?”
Recently, I was going through some old boxes when I found a scrap from one of my hormance novels. Sadly, the book is no longer in print. But it got me wondering: has the time come for me to, again, unleash my hormance talents on the literary world?
As always, I leave these weighty decisions to you, my adoring fans…
Oh how I ran that night from my athletic lover Kent, high-tailing it down the darkened, foggy streets of that nameless, tiny English town the locals called Peppergrove Hampshireton. My footsteps pounded softly on the ancient cobbles that had once been trod by Napoleon himself during his bloodthirsty conquest of the British Isles so many years before… Oh how my bosoms bounced as I bounded down that ancient, bloody thoroughfare of English sorrow, weeping tears of unfettered despair into the unforgiving night.
“Damn you Kent, you bastard!” I simpered longingly, with my bosoms still heaving rancorously. “Damn you to hell!”
It was when I was shouting these profundities that a strangeness tainted the English air. Verily I slowed down and looked about in wonder, because the English fog had somehow gotten foggier than ever, and soon I couldn’t see the street nor even my bosoms.
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When I was a kid, Uri Geller’s prime time appeal was just winding down, but I caught the tail end of it and believed humans could move objects with their minds if they reeeeeeally tried. Then along comes Star Wars and other movies, and so I check in from time to time to see if the gift has somehow blossomed within me. And I’m sure I look silly when, even today, I occasionally try to zap a coffee mug across a table 🙂
Other things I actually believed when I was a kid:
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What a great show. A big family of homesteaders in Alaska who spend their summers preparing for winter, and their winters hoping they’ve stockpiled enough food and wood to burn. They live off the land and maintain the same equipment for 20 years. They laugh and carry on and have fun too, but they don’t have time to stage any “goofing off” shots like they do on Duck Dynasty or other “reality” shows (note: I love the guys on Duck Dynasty, but it’s a way different show). The closest they came was when the patriarch of the family, Otto Kilcher, sawed off the top of a car to make a sled to get his hay in for the winter–so that his cattle wouldn’t starve due to an early snowstorm. But he wasn’t above hopping on for a ride while his son, Eivin, dragged it by ATV to the pasture.
Netflix has a bunch of seasons available for streaming, and I’m watching them back to back:
Eve Kilcher, Eivin’s wife, with one of the many salmon they will need to keep them alive through the winter.
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Happy Thanksgiving folks.
(warning: unholy amounts of profanity)
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A few months ago, I got an opportunity to donate a short story to the folks at Lazy Beagle Entertainment for inclusion in an anthology of short work they were putting together. Because I’m well-known for my charitable ways, I donated the left hemisphere of my brain to the task. The right side was busy computing prime numbers (working on a new record). The name of my contribution is “American Glory” — a fascinating tale that’s been likened to Dickens, Hemingway, and Ray Bradbury combined, except “better.” Just saying…
Anyway, please follow the link below to get your copy:
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John L. Monk 