Time has almost run out
But I will not cry
Finally know what life is about
and it is time to die
Life is a only a game
We are all born to lose
We start out the same
We will all pay our dues
Time has almost run out
But I will not cry
Finally know what life is about
and it is time to die
Life is a only a game
We are all born to lose
We start out the same
We will all pay our dues
Unfortunately this blog has been put on some kind of spam engine…repetitious posts from random names coming from gmail, hotmail and a few others. This new type of spam is annoying to any administrator. The comments are not necessarily bad, but they are repeated as if statements are chosen randomly and sent out under various names.
It has taken all the fun out of blogging. I can no longer tell which posts are fake and which ones are real. Why is this going on? Beats me.
If you have something to say, say it in a way that I will know you are talking to me and you are not some form of artificial intelligence spam machine or spider. I have just about had it with people taking advantage of technology to annoy other people for no reason than to just annoy. Do you feel big feeding my site into a machine to spurt random messages. Well, glory to you….you ended something that could have been a good time.
Rot in hell, spammers. And may the devil spam you for eternity.
You will NEVER convince me to be a sheep. Technology changes too fast to guarantee our work will survive in this ‘new’ form. Even Wordpad from win95 did not work on xp. Cams from win98 were not compatible with Vista. Etc, etc etc. Will this technology, html or whatever, be available and functioning 20 yrs from now? Doubtful!
I like to control my reading without worrying about charging or batteries. I like to turn my own pages which becomes part of the feeling of being in the story. I always finger the next page, preparing to turn it long before necessary, and that makes me feel there is ‘much more to come’. I like to put the book down and see I am halfway through by how many pages thickness is left. I like to curl up in bed with my book not worrying it will fall on the floor and break or get crushed under me and no longer ‘work’….I can use it to smack a fly or bug…I can throw it at the birdcage when he is screaming too much (kidding LOL)…Nothing will convince me that these new ‘machines’ are better than a book made out of paper and ink.
They make it sound like it is cheap. The cost for the machines themselves is not cheap. People seem to distance themselves from the original costs of actually owning the equipment to read the ‘free’ books. The machines are not indestructible either. They can melt, crack, or as in most cases with anything tech, be OUTDATED in a few months.
It is only good advertising for a very old theme…ebooks…which have ALWAYS been available for desktops or laptops, free or by sale, but were NEVER popular until this advertising frenzy started with ipad. What makes me laugh is people fall for it….keep up with the Joneses….God forbid you don’t own what a million other fools were conned into buying. They have you by the shorts….Baa Baa
“Superstitious nonsense” is an expression that is usually declared before someone is proven wrong by fate, the gods or nature. Immerse yourself in this astonishing collection of 13 spine-chilling stories of 13 well-known superstitions. Each story is an extraordinary, hair-raising tale that will cause the reader to wonder…”What if…?”
http://www.amazon.com/Edens-Truth-Susan-May-Gudge/dp/1451597851/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpi_4
This book will probably anger the scientists…and to the archaeologists, I humbly ask their forgiveness as they fill in the blanks and correct my errors in their own minds. To the religious people, this book may possibly upset them so that they may wish revenge. To them I only ask that they open their minds and accept the truth as it is written. The story is based on real people in real times past, and written down to the best of my ability, as I remember it. The story is written to finally bring science and religion together, as I explain Eden’s Truth with the true story of the Garden of Eden… Eve
The Vapirian are an old race, older than humans. They are not Vampires, although their culture has left reminders behind that gave birth to many of the vampire legends known on Earth. The planet Vapir is a dimly lit world under a violet sky, a blue sun and a buttercup-yellow moon. The journey to Earth takes a little over a year but is considered to be a very important part of the Vapir culture. The people of Vapir are not able to bear female children, so when a young man reaches maturity at one hundred years of age; he goes to Earth to search for a Bride.
http://www.amazon.com/Ghost-Generations-Susan-May-Gudge/dp/1451536933/ref=pd_bxgy_b_img_b
A young woman, the last of a long family line, visits the burial place of her ancestors, only to be met by their spirits as they come together to discuss the guilts, loves and mistakes of their lifetimes. A mystery surrounds the body of a child buried long before that fated meeting, separated from the burial grounds of the majority of the family. Who was the child? Why is he buried alone? A sad story, told simply and with respect, covering many aspects of human life over the decades of each generation.
Lately I have noticed a huge influx of people leaving comments on my blog. Who are you people? The return url’s show as being either facebook, google, bing and such which is fine as I do not really need your url. The comments are all one line, some saying the same exact wording although different names and locations. I do not know how or why this is happening in the last couple of weeks but I am finding one thing rather tedious.
Spelling. Words count. As an author, bad spelling is something of a pet peeve of mine. Sure, we all mess up once in awhile but when writing one short 5 word sentence, there should not be 3 typos. Check your spelling, people. Bad spelling or typos only point out your laziness or lack of consideration for the person reading what you are ‘trying’ to write.
Since I work with words and have always loved words, this new trend is really getting to me. The typos hurt my eyes, turning them to mush and making them spin in their sockets. The typo then hits my brain and it screams in terror and confusion at such dyslexic comments. I try to answer but my fingers refuse to accept answering, since they only know the real way of typing and cannot duplicate the typos with easy skill.
So, come on, people. If you are going to take the time to write, write well. Check your spelling before hitting Enter. Surely you can check 5 words before sending them out to the world (a world that WILL sit in judgement of your words, believe me). Practice your typing, even if texting; The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. Type that out 10x per day till you get it right and then consider typing to the world.
So, for my sanity, I must impose a new rule onto this blog. SPELLING COUNTS. Any and all comments or posts will be deleted if there is even one mistake. Severe? I suppose it is, but I feel this is necessary in order to clean up the horrible mess on the internet of people not caring about words enough to take time to do it right. Words count. Words are power. Words are my chosen weapon. Words are my drug of choice and you are ruining my buzz.
Susan May Gudge
They say ‘money does not buy happiness.’ To that I say BULLWINKIE! Let us examine who ‘they’ could be.
First we have the born rich. Yes, they are the ones that are born into money. Their parents had it and passed it on to the next generation. Of course they can say it cannot buy happiness, they know no other life. But, tell them to give it up, that having no money will make them happier and they will no doubt refuse. They have their troubles, yes, and to them the troubles are important. Yet, they have never had to feel the bite of hunger.
Then we have the newly rich. Those that have worked hard and earned their way out of the lower classes or have won some type of lottery. The ones that worked hard know they could lose it and return to their poverty status at any time. They know and appreciate the money they get. The lottery winners, ahhh, have you seen their faces when they learn they have won? Joy, happiness, wonder. For just that one instant in some people’s lives, money DID buy happiness.
Next, of course, we have the middle class. One of the major causes of divorce (other than fidelity) is money. Who spent it? How much is left? Why did you buy that purse when we needed milk? Where did that case of beer come from? They work hard, try to earn enough to pay the bills and are broke by the next paycheque. Just a little more money and their marriages may have survived. Love is great, yes, but love is stretched thin when they fear their finances, causing sleepless nights. Sleepless nights cause stress and crankiness. Would they be happier with a bit more so they do not have to worry if their children will be fed or the house will not be taken from them for lack of payment? No doubt!
Last, but surely not least, are the poor. They sit in their cold residences, not enough money to pay the heating. They sit with their bellies empty, listening to their children cry because they have nothing to eat. They may say that they are happy, that having money would not make them happier. To many that would be a way to save face. They accept their lot in life because complaining only brings pity, not help. Inside, many know that having money would make their lives easier, their children’s lives easier…happier. The children to not cry tears of joy when they starve.
So, I say to you, the next person that says that money cannot buy happiness, just answer BULLWINKIE! As a writer, I have known rich and poor. The sales of my books do not make me unhappy. First I am happy because people like my work but secondly, and not less important, I am happy that my bills may get paid and my pets will be fed.
Money can buy happiness….It can buy dog food, cat food, turtle food, bird food, fish food and chocolate! Therefore, to all you nay-sayers out there who disagree with me on this subject, all I can say to you is BULLWINKIE!
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Make me happy. Buy a book! http://www.amazon.com/Susan-May-Gudge/e/B003I8G8UC/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0
Life just hasn’t been the same since they removed poor Pluto’s status as a planet. I think it is time that we, the people of Earth, demand our Pluto be given back its Planet status. People all over the world mourn the demotion of our beloved Pluto. It was like when they removed the planet status, Pluto died. This cannot be!
“Well because it is not in the same plane as the other planets, it has an eccentric orbit, and there are other large asteroids that have similar orbits… it just was an accident of history that somebody spotted it earlier than the others” “There ya have it” Yup, that is the science part and I totally get it….but the heart…the heart…the heart says Pluto is a Planet and exists!!! Science be damned, give us back our Pluto.
Therefore, I think I will start a petition with this posting. Raise your fist in the air and scream that you will not allow our Pluto to be abused in this manner. Raise your voices and be heard. Let the bigwigs hear your plea to give us back our planet with the cute name!
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I, (yell out your name), here solemnly sign/adhere to the following Petition:
Reinstate Pluto to Planet status immediately.
*Post comment to add your name to this very important Petition!