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I got Arthur C. Clarke. So did the guy whose tweet led me there. I suspect you will, too.

Apparently I'm an Arthur Conan Doyle.

And I write like Stephen King.

Now if I could only get paid like Stephen ...

Apparently I'm an Arthur Conan Doyle.

#MeToo, but I purposely wrote flowerly prose. I should look thru this here site to see if I have something more native.

Apparently I'm an Arthur Conan Doyle.

#MeToo, but I purposely wrote flowerly prose. I should look thru this here site to see if I have something more native.

Well, hell. Double posting. Any, I dug around found a comment to feed to the writing analyzer and I now write like Cory Doctorow. I plucked out a bit from an email, and ... Kurt Vonnegut.

I must have multiple writing personalities.

https://ammo.com/articles/memorial-day-forgotten-history-what-it-commemorates

Nice idea, but what if you don't write fiction but you know which fiction writer's style you very much empathized with, once upon a time?

In my case, that was Mary Stewart. (She also wrote fantasy.)

From a 1971 book of hers:

...And now they (10-year-old Mary and her cat Tib) were at the foot of the wide flight of steps that led up to the front door. There were (stone) griffins here, too. They sat on their stone pedestals, one at each side of the steps. On the right-hand pedestal Mary saw yet another notice. It said, simply:

TRESPASSERS

WILL BE

TRANSFORMED

Mary stared, stopped dead, then turned quickly to look behind her.

Mr. Flanagan was nowhere to be seen. And as he went back to his stableyard, he had shut the gate behind him. The archway was barred by a solid slab of studded oak.

Then the front door of the College opened, and a tall woman in black came out on to the head of the steps. She beckoned to Mary.

Mary looked at Tib. Tib looked back with no expression whatever in his green, green eyes.

The woman beckoned again.

Mary walked up the steps towards her.

(And that, I think, is enough to prove that she was superior to Rowling. Just as Lewis Carroll was.)

Another hoax crime.

https://nypost.com/2019/05/27/subway-rider-lied-about-anti-gay-attack-was-actually-aggressor-cops/

More media bias:

The Media Won’t Say It, but Christians Are the No. 1 Persecuted Group Worldwide

I typically got B's and C's in high school English, so I suspect my writing would resemble the author of a script for some cheesy movie that was panned by MST3K.

You do NOT f*ck with a Gurkha. Ever.

That day a lone Gurkha took out 30 Taliban using every weapon within reach

Well, I'm sure their shareholders are comforted by the fact that they've locked up enough of the major market share to pursue niche clients.

https://www.redstate.com/alexparker/2019/05/26/gillette-releases-first-trans-commercial-proud-father-helps-daughter-shave-beard/

Thotpocalypse Now:

A Germany-based Chinese programmer said he and some friends have identified 100k porn actresses from around the world, cross-referencing faces in porn videos with social media profile pictures. The goal is to help others check whether their girlfriends ever acted in those films.

https://twitter.com/yiqinfu/status/1133215940936650754

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I wrote this dissing Stephen King in a Disqus thread:

Everything he writes is like this:

Evil thing has animal-like thoughs.
Blablabla
Blablabla
Blablabla
Evil thing kills someone, and it's always an unlikeable character.
Blablabla
Something about women from Bangor, Maine being frigid. And then they die.
Blablabla
Blablabla
Evil thing kills another unlikeable character.
Blablabla
Blablabla
Blablabla
Hero and evil thing confront each other. Hero/Evil thing escapes.
Blablabla
Blablabla
Hero and generic spunky white woman kiss and there's a hint they had sex
Blablabla
Blablabla
Blablabla
Hero kills evil thing.
The end.
Epilogue: Evil thing is still alive.

So I got James Joyce. Does that speak well of me or very bad about him?

I've been wondering when someone would post a link with that photo in it; And it turns out it's me, here, now, because of the splendid Hawk coinage "douche-sicle."

The man is a prince. He hugged me once (no lie!); I've yet to wash that shirt.

Y'know, it's been nearly a quarter of a century since Into Thin Air was published.

I propose a new law fo America, a land which is all about rules— If you climb Everest and die, we kill your *family* too… Not on some photogenic mountain, but in some Kentucky piss-ditch. Nobody wants to climb up there and haul your carcass down.

Thinking out loud here. Let me know what you think. We got a problem to solve.

I like carbs and I like coffee, but not together, so no.

Still, someone gets points for Dreaming a Big Dream.

The Earth ain't flat.

This is more immediately compelling than is the Pontchartrain example, even though New Orleans is a funner city to drink in than is Ontario.

…I presume. Never been to Canada.

Gillette has given up on the male market IRA. They've been losing market share for decades and nothing they've tried has worked. So they finally said to heck with it lets go all woman and become a ladies razor company. They are growing in that market segment and it appears the be the future of the company no matter what they want.

What is more interesting is this is what Gillette think women want from a razor company, and Gillette appears to be right.

"Never been to Canada."

It's nice.

Joyce and King?

"I'll take Famous Drunken Authors for $100, Alex".

Though to be fair, Joyce never ended a 20-plus-year eight-volume series with a note to any unhappy readers to piss off if they didn't like it.

Depends on what you mean by "weird."

Thinking out loud here. Let me know what you think. We got a problem to solve. ~ Crid at May 28, 2019 3:14 PM

Not really - rich douchebags dying on Mt. Everest is pretty much a problem that solves itself.

...New Orleans is a funner city to drink in than is Ontario. …I presume. Never been to Canada. ~ Crid at May 28, 2019 3:32 PM

It's nice. ~ Gog_Magog_Carpet_Reclaimers at May 28, 2019 3:52 PM

I've been to New Orleans and to Vancouver. One was filthy and the other pristine (you can probably guess which was which). Both were fun, but for drinking I'd go with New Orleans. There's something about getting drunk, even slightly, in an orderly city that seems wrong, a little discordant.

I've been to Toronto and it had a nice bar scene. The outside wall urinals thing was a bit weird. New Orleans was more fun. The city gives a feeling like no one there actually works for a living. Just grifters grifting other grifters.

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Hmm.. Let's try this again on with some old uh, adult entertainment er, stuff I used to write before depression tore me apart at the seams..

Oh, I used to write like Agatha Christie.

I used a different, blunter and less-technical, post and found that, with that one, I write like Kurt Vonnegut.

Hmm.