Sexual Harassment is not a joke, I’m not laughing.

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When I was in high school my teacher redefined the terms “rape” and “sexual assault” to mean “a forced invasion of someone’s personal space” and everyone laughed. Of course we laughed, we were not yet 18, still living in loving, sheltered households and it was funny to walk too close to your friend and make a rape joke. What comedians, we didn’t know about the impact of our own naivety.

I went on to university, still not fully understanding the concept that lesson had placed before us, yet knowing that I needed to be wary that nothing of that definition ever happened to me. Since moving away from home, I’ve had to endure varying degrees of personal space invasion; men grabbing me in nightclubs, trying to steal kisses without even caring about my name, men standing too close to me at ATMs so I’ve had to yell at them to…

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: World’s Best Widget

You’ve been granted magical engineering skills, but you can only use them to build one gadget or machine. What do you build?


I play computer role playing games. Perhaps more accurately I should stand up and say that I am addicted to them. I restrict myself to those from a certain developer, since I do really like to have a life outside of gaming.

There is for me one indispensable element of these games. I can save them. I can get to a difficult part, and I can save my current progress; if it all goes wrong, I can them reload my saved game and try it again. Which is a fascinating concept.

How could we use this in real life. And how would we. One could effectively live for ever, as some of my games are wont to do. Endlessly exploring options; reliving events to get the most out of them; undoing dreadful errors, and correcting them.

I have played entire games in the role of a wizard; then reloaded an early save, made a few changes and played the whole thing again this time as a rogue. Which leads inevitably to the darker aspects of this facility. We could live our lives, as total rogues, reloading an earlier save each time we were caught. Or worse, experimenting until we found the perfect heist, or murder.

Oh well, it was a nice idea.

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Richard Burton, perhaps

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: Voice Work

Your blog is about to be recorded into an audiobook. If you could choose anyone — from your grandma to Samuel L. Jackson — to narrate your posts, who would it be?


Richard Burton, famously possessed a fabulous voice. Oddly, I know him really only from Jeff Wayne’s musical version the War of the Worlds; where he is the narrator. Someone has edited together all the spoken parts on this YouTube video. I can just imagine him extolling the virtues of coffee.

On the other hand. I recently watched a BBC tv programme on one man’s trip through the South (of the US). Reginald D Hunterwas exploring his homeland through it’s musical heritage. I know him only from this programme, though he too has a marvellous voice. He also used a gigantic open topped car to travel around in. Perhaps he would feel more at home than Burton, in the ol’ yellow El Camino.


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Second Time Around ~ Lord Of The Rings

I so nearly wrote about The Lord of the Rings for this Daily Prompt. I was afraid I couldn’t do it justice. Not like this.

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In response to the Daily Post writing prompt Second Time Around.
Tell us about a book you can read again and again without getting bored — what is it that speaks to you?

I’m fairly certain I’ve answered that question one way or another before on this blog. And IRL.
I read The Lord of the Rings 37 times between October 1995 and December 19 2001 when the first movie came out. I won’t tell you how many more times I’ve read it since then. You’d think me crazy (my husband does LOL).

I recall my first reading so very clearly. A high school friend lent me the books thinking that since I loved reading and that I had such a fertile imagination, I would enjoy this one. This was the time I decided that I would never read prologues before the story anymore. The prologue “Concerning Hobbits” almost…

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