Today is the anniversary of the bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City in 1995. At 9:02am White Nationalist Timothy McVeigh set off a U-Haul truck loaded with 55 gallon drums filled with anfo* explosives that killed 168 men, women, and children. The truck was parked in the street directly in front of the building's daycare center insuring a heavy loss of life among these youngest victims. An additional 680 men, women, and children were injured. This remains the largest act of domestic terrorism in U.S. history.

I've been really sick the last several days and my memory is just shot. I read a story about a young teen girl that is the pilot ofvan ultra-advanced fighter space cruiser. Both the plane and the AI are named Ghost. She is sucked into a vortex over the North Pole and sent back in time, 40 years I think.

Thing is I can't remember the name of the story or the author. I'm sure I read it here, but even checking my browser history hasn't helped.

So, anybody?

Just ran across this on a website (nostraightnews.com). What Do We Do About Women With A Penis Interesting reading.

https://www.nostraightnews.com/what-do-we-do-about-women-wit...

I just felt like I had to tell this rather than just put it behind me. This last week we buried my next to oldest brother in Arlington National Cemetery. Weather put a monkey wrench in things, no horse-drawn caisson or honor guard marching along side. He did receive a 21 gun salute and there was an honor guard graveside. It was kind of eerie, the blanket of snow covering everything. The cemetery was closed to normal traffic and the snow muted what sound there was. It was a very solemn ceremony.

Hell is over with another year, finally. In the last six weeks was the birthday of my late partner. This was followed a few weeks later by the anniversary of her death. This year it was compounded by the lack of antidepressents due to the lack of money to pay for them. I've really not been a nice person to be around.

Happy Fuckin' Thanksgiving and Merry Fuckin' Christmas.

I'm dredging up the old stories but my memory won't cooperate. College student is moving into an apartment and meets two of his new neighbors, two girls. Various things happen and they end up a triad. Guy goes girl, which means as a would-be engineer she has to prove herself to her coworkers. Working for an engineering firm, she saves the day when new stress detectors of her own design detect that a city bridge is going to give way soon. The old design detectors weren't picking up the problem, but with the new detectors they have enough time to prevent any injuries and damage.

A golden Oldie. Story is about a teen that refuses to cut his hair during the summer. Mother says okay, but you have to take care of your hair. Washed, conditioned, dried, all of that. And one more thing, when she is home, in addition to his hair being clean, it has to up off his neck, not cut, just up off his neck. So he gets a succession of up-dos, such as a french roll, a cascade of pin curls from an up do, or a Gibson Girl. Then he is spotted by a couple of senior girls, and things get interesting!

Sound familiar?

I am guessing something has gone tits up. I'm getting a dark background, like a dark grey that makes it almost impossible to read black print against. I checked my settings as best I could but found nothing.

Well, while I'm incapacited I've been rereading a number of Bailey's stories, they hold up well in the rereading, if I do say so myself!

I was rereading "Images" and I discovered that Chapter 55 is missing. I checked with Bailey and discovered that not only is 55 missing, Bailey lost the backup when there was a computer crash.

Is Bev's Balcony gone? I saw a picture on FB that looked like one of Rebecca De mere's (spelling?) and I wanted to look, but now I don't have anyplace to check.

A little something for the Grammar Police.

Bizarro Comic

Interesting article on the KQED website about nonbinary gender people. It isn't simple anymore.

Boy? Girl? Both? Neither? A New Generation Overthrows Gender

I just saw a news item saying a warning was issued for a portion of Northern Calif. that a dam is close to bursting. It is calling for evacuations. At the bottom it says "THIS IS NOT A DRILL" repeated three times.

This started out as a comment on another blog, but I didn't want that person to feel as if they had been singled out for attention. This is something that has been on my mind for awhile now.

It wasn't that long ago I only knew one person with a Patreon. At last count a few months back there were over 30. A few are set at $1.00 but most have a $5.00 minimum. A small number are higher. So I figure my monthly contributition to the people I really feel I should donate to is close to $150. A month. Ouch!

Tomorrow, Jan. 27, is the 50th anniversary of the launch pad fire that killed the Apollo 1 crew, Gus Grissom, Ed White, and Roger Chaffee. What was supposed to be a routine systems test became a funeral pyre when a flash fire fueled by the pure oxygen inside the Apollo roared through the capsule interior. Subsequent investigations revealed significant design flaws and faulty procedures. This resulted in a complete redesign of the Apollo capsule and revamped rules and regulations.