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Facebook Lockup

My account on Facebook is locked up. Has been most of the night. So if you don't see me on there for a while, its because I have no access.

Not really happy about the fact either. Facebook has not been the most stable of systems lately and when I think about putting more time and effort into placement and advertising, Facebook is not at the top of my list.

Yes, I hear you and I Apathize

This idea hit me in the forehead this evening and I can't seem to get it out, so I guess I'm going to have to write it out.


- to actively show no interest in something, or anything
- the act of intentional attention failure
- to not care

usage: It's normal for people to empathize with those in trouble, but all he does is apathize when someone else is struggling.

On the Internet, in blogs, Social Networks and forums I come across a large number of sticky sentimental, crappy articles which are based on faulty logic, heart strings and mis-construed facts (normally from the bible, or political platforms) which should be laughed off the pages, but instead are applauded and taken as Biblical Facts. I have stood aloof and in awe of these atrocities long enough… the only sane response to such arrogant ignorance is cold Apathy.

While I am certainly using these sicky sticky melodramatic landmines for the purpose of trafficking my idea of an Apathizing life, these books are more important to me than this quibble. These books are focused on the ideal of Living on Purpose, rather than droning through life as a victim.

The posts I focus on are not randomly picked, nor are they what-ever-I-could-find, but rather posts, which perpetuate the idea of living as a victim, or worse, victimizing our responsibilities. The most sinful phrase I have ever heard spoken, and then agreed with on a group level, was “I did this because I had to, and now look what has become of me.” In every human atrocity known to our history, there is someone in a position of authority, uttering these words at the accusing eyes across the funeral pyre.

These posts are viral infections, which decay our nation, our neighbors and our futures. What is grievous about them, is that I strongly doubt that the original authors of these quips had this goal in mind when composing them.

Santa Claus is in town???

Can someone please tell me why Santa Claus is backing his fat Ass up into September?

Took this at CVS tonight... It is still September! WTF mate!

I understand that we should have the Christmas spirit all year long, but this is really going too far... it is seriously embarrassing Christmas is so commercialized that we except this level of advertisement for the holiday.

Even if you are not a Christian (or especially if you are not) and just celebrate the Yule-Time joy of Winterfest, I can only imagine that this is just as ridiculous.

I am not sure what we do about it, and perhaps that is the problem... how do we stop this errosion in a culture which not only doesn't have any sacred icons, but strives to reject anything as being sacred? The answer is, you don't, of course.

This is the icon of our nation... not the Santa Claus in the window, but the notion that there is nothing improper about it, and that the real important objective is market-value. ... A bit of trivia I learned a while back is more relevant now that I have seen this creeping Chris Cringle on display .. the dollar sign with one bar … $ … is a symbol for silver … with two bars it is the symbol for U.S. That is our holy symbol now, and why this type of marketing overdrive is prevalent and accepted in our country
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Cairn - Rock Piles

No matter what I am writing about, whatever subject matter I wish to apply to a fictional scene, some one out there is a total geek on the subject. I'm very fond of those people.

Cairn - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia: "Cairn is a term used mainly in the English-speaking world for a man-made pile of stones. It comes from the Irish: carn (plural cairn) or Scottish Gaelic: càrn (plural càirn). Cairns are found all over the world in uplands, on moorland, on mountaintops, near waterways and on sea cliffs, and also in barren desert and tundra areas. They vary in size from small stone markers to entire artificial hills, and in complexity from loose, conical rock piles to delicately balanced sculptures and elaborate feats of megalithic engineering. Cairns may be painted or otherwise decorated, e.g. for increased visibility or for religious reasons."

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Family First

"Sure would be easier if Grandfather was dead."
"Did you just wish our grandfather killed?"
"No. I just said it would be easier."
"That's horrible!"
"Why? It’s not like he's more than money these days."
"Jeffery! What has gotten into you? You can't possibly be so cruel!"
"Why is that cruel? I am just being sensible. Besides, it’s no worse than killing your husband."
"That's got nothing to do with it!"
"You are saying that actual murder is better than wishing someone had passed away of natural causes?"
"He's your grandfather!"
"Besides, my husband was terrible."
"In bed?"
"That too."

Fiction in 101 words by Glenn Hefley © 2011

Brighter Than I Am

Your eyes in the morning; bright, wonderful and clear. The happiness in them as you look at me. Your smile is almost as bright in the rising golden sun. You have just woken, half of your face still buried in the pillow, so you don’t yet remember all of the disappointments, or the heart breaks. You only remember you love me.

Today I am going to be more, change, move with greater power and focus. Today I will accomplish a goal, and strive to build a dream… so that sometime soon, you will give me your morning smile, in the afternoon.

Fiction in 101 words by Glenn Hefley © 2011

GTP and ME and Chess

You: Give me an annotation of the following game, noting and highlighting tactics, positioning, shifts in momentum and their causes, as we...