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Hey, Where Is Everybody?

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Come on now–where did everybody go?

Ever since daylight saving started, the viewership numbers around here have tanked. And that’s too bad, because we have an abundance of things that ought to be discussed. I mean, the political scene alone offers enough material for several whole conferences of both psychiatrists and exorcists.

Of course, if you’re not here, you aren’t reading this exhortation. But if you are here: first, thank you very much for being here! Second, dive right in with a comment. And third, share one of these posts on your Facebook page or something, or pass the word to someone else–anything to bring ’em in.


Another Totally Stupid Thing to Protest

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Good grief, it’s 4:00 already! How did that happen?

Blogged, went grocery shopping, blogged some more, cranked out a Newwithviews column–that’s how. And now I’m feelin’ it.

There really are too many stories for me to cover. The other day “Unknowable” suggested I visit the Wikipedia article about the Hasbro toy company, to see how deeply Political Correctness has debauched our culture. I did; and the thing that stood out was the storm of protest that greeted Hasbro’s “Star Wars Monopoly” game. A lot of people went on the warpath because there weren’t enough female characters in the game. Oops. Was I allowed to say that?

Hey! If that’s what’s important in your life, you need a new life.

But then just about every game or toy they come out with winds up with somebody, somewhere, protesting it. Like these dips just live for something to complain about.

Our popular culture wearies me, sometimes.


Nude Bus Driver Wins Powerball

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You know that old saying, “Never trust a nude bus driver”? I mean, gee, look what shape his bus is in! Maybe he can fix it up, now that he’s won $459 billion in the New Jersey Powerball. Like, he now owns the place… the whole state…

Sorry for the click bait, but I’ll do just about anything to try to boost my readership. Ever since they started Daylight Saving this year, my numbers are way down. And anyway, if you don’t think a prodigy like the one described above can happen, then you don’t know New Jersey.

P.S.–Remember, all the post you missed are waiting for you in the blog archives.


Bell Mountain Movie Contest on Life Support

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Last call for this contest! Just name four actors to play four characters in the Bell Mountain movie–which will be made as soon as somebody scrapes up $200 million for it–and win an autographed certificate by the author of these immortal literary works (that would be me) praising your wisdom, perspicacity, and good taste.

I’ll do just about anything to gin up readership. And this blog has been sucking wind since Daylight Saving went into effect.

The first few days of the movie contest were wild and enjoyable; but the fact is, only half a dozen of you ever entered it. What kind of contest is that? I wanted to keep it going until The Temptation (No. 11 in the series) was published. I thought that was going to happen any day now… but my intuition hasn’t been sinking many foul shots lately, has it?

“But Lee–maybe that movie contest just didn’t interest all that many people. Who ever told you that you had great potential as a contest impresario?”

Look, I’ll let it run for the rest of this week and then close it out and try to come up with something better. Or better prizes. An all-expense-paid trip to Lintum Forest, maybe. Or dinner with Lord Reesh. It’s a bit too soon to start another comment contest, but I’m open to suggestions.

A contest to think up a new kind of contest? Whose silly idea is that!


Censored! (That Would Be Me)

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Well-nigh instantaneously, as I tried to post my weekly “Joe Collidge” piece on Facebook, I received the following message:

“Your message couldn’t be sent because it includes content that other people on Facebook have reported as abusive.”

What “other people”? Who had any opportunity to read it? I’d only just written it. Do they mean Mr. Algorithm?

I think I’ve figured out, though, which particular phrase set off the robot’s alarm bell. As an experiment, I’ll go back and try a minor edit. If it works, I’ll return to this post and add a P.S. In the meantime, I hope the picture of the happy puppies can spare me further censorship.

P.S.–I made the edit and still can’t post it. This time it’s some razzmatazz about not being able to download the message from my URL, whatever the deuce that means.

If any of you would like to experiment, try sharing the Joe Collidge post on your Facebook page and see what happens–and let me know.


Computer Hell

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I lost a big chunk of this morning because, as I was peacefully, innocently typing the last post some two hours ago, the computer suddenly decided it didn’t want to type anymore. Hit the keys, tap-tap-tap, and nothing happens. The screen did display a warning box of some kind, which flashed on and off in just a second, much too fast for me to read it. Something about “filter keys,” whatever that is.

So I went and did our weekend’s banking and grocery shopping alone while Patty stayed here and fixed the computer. The keyboard was locked, she had to unlock it: shut the computer down, then start it up again, easy as pie.

Michael Crichton had a pet peeve about stupid design in technology, which he mentioned in several of his books. Here, one of my fingers must have touched whatever key locks the keyboard–I have no idea which, and certainly never did it on purpose. The computer keyboard provides all kinds of opportunities for disaster. All it takes is one little slip-up. I once lost five chapters of one of my books because I hit a wrong key somehow, and that whole great big job of work simply disappeared forever. Maybe some Martian has it. I had to do the whole job over again. How wise I was! to decide to type up my books in limited-size chapter sets, and send them to the editor as I finished each one. It could have just as easily been the whole 80,000-word novel. But if I go on about it any more, I’m going to wake up screaming.

Time for a cigar.


‘Bell Mountain Movie’ Contest–Hello? Hello?

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After a great February, this old blog has been in the doldrums so far this month. And the Bell Mountain Movie contest is even deeper in the doldrums. It’s still ongoing, but you’d never think so. A few readers have played it with great gusto, but they haven’t had much company.

To play, all you have to do is nominate actors to play four characters in a Bell Mountain Movie that will be made as soon as we can scrape up $200 million. Any four characters, any four actors. The winner gets an autographed certificate that’ll look fantastic on your resume when you apply for a job. There can even be more than one winner. And if you want to cast actors who aren’t with us anymore, that’s fine–it’s what I always do.

Of course, in order to play, it helps if you’ve read one or more of the books. Ah, there’s the rub!

I meant to keep the contest going until Book No. 11 in the series, The Temptation, is published. I don’t know when that’ll be, but it should be soon. Meanwhile, the contest needs more players. (Ah, for the days of the Christmas Carol Contest! That was a blast, wasn’t it?)

Anyway, we’ve got some interesting posts and great comments today–tell your friends what they’re missing.


Another Blogging Milestone

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WordPress tells me that today I have blogged here for 1,700 days in a row. Is that a milestone or a millstone? I must be crazy.

When I got up this morning there was an inch and a half of snow on the ground and the governor of New Jersey had declared a state of emergency. This is rather hard to believe.

Anyway, here I am with 1,700 days in a row. Maybe it’ll help my books find readers. It’s not like I can put up a billboard or something.

I have no way of knowing what kind of fruit, if any, my writing will produce. Sow the seed and pray it lands on good ground.


Music for the ‘Bell Mountain’ Movie

This is not part of the movie contest–which is still on, by the way–it’s just my non-negotiable demand that Bernard Herrmann compose and conduct the music score. The above is his introductory music for Jason and the Argonauts (1963), one of my all-time absolute favorite movies. It’s got everything a good movie should have–a homicidal bronze giant, flying harpies, a skeleton hit squad–and whatever was happening on screen, Bernard Herrmann had the perfect music for it.

As for the cast-the-movie contest, we have entries so far from (he pauses to count on his fingers) half a dozen readers. Shoot, I was hoping to at least run out of fingers.

I know, I know: you can’t cast the movie if you haven’t read any of the books. I also know I need more readers. Like, lots more.

Let’s keep the contest running a little longer, in hopes of getting more entries. The winner or winners will get a signed certificate in recognition of their wisdom, perspicacity, and good taste. Let’s face it, with only six entries–albeit quite enthusiastic entries which most of us have enjoyed reading–this is something short of the Irish Sweepstakes. I’m sorry I didn’t let Lord Reesh run the contest, but it’d too late now.


What to Do Now…?

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We actually have a bridge almost just like this, a mile or two from here. I wonder if it just might be our bridge!

As I set this blog up for the day, Patty reads me nooze items from the Drudge Report. Meanwhile, for the first time this whole winter, it has snowed outside! Gotta be a good three inches’ worth. New Jersey now has three inches more snow than Trinidad got this winter.

For some reason our political nooze seems especially grotesque today. I will never understand why there are Democrats.

I keep looking out the window at the snow. I know more than a few of you are heartily sick of snow this winter, but that’s only because you’ve had too much of it. Don’t be mad at me for enjoying this three-inch extravaganza.

Come on, now, Lee, there’s political nooze for you to cover–

I think I’ll go outside, stand in the snow, and enjoy a cigar. All work and no play, you know, makes Jack a dull boy.

And maybe a snowman…


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