Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Wherefor art thou

Christmas has come and gone. Let me rephrase that, Christmas day has come and gone. What are you doing today? Are you reading that new book? Is everything ready to be returned? What are your plans for today? For tomorrow? You have tons of new 'stuff'. Is that it? You are all done with Christmas until next year, right? I received, this year for The holiday, some material items. Yes, I like them. But they get used, they may break, they may get lost. They are, in reality, of little value. I also 'received' some new friends. I 'received' a revitalized spirit. These are the gifts of the ages.

Does your Christmas exist for a few weeks, then poof! It is over in one day. Take that spirit of giving, that loving feeling and wrap your life around it. Live each day like it is Christmas. Smile at your fellow humans. Treat your surroundings with kindness. Christmas is not about gifts. Christmas is not about material 'things'. Christmas is the love and harmony we show every living thing on this small planet called Earth. It is all about sharing. What shall you give shall in return be received many times over. Let this year be the seed the spirit of Christmas takes root in your heart and grows to become the person you are.

Are you going to box up your spirit of love and put it on the curb this boxing day? Will your box of Christmas spirit be again stored in your attic, not to be reopened until next year? Are you living in a box, a self centered house of one? Take yourself out of the darkness of self containment. Remove that bushel basket and let there be light in your life. Take that light and show others the path of contentment. Guide your fellow humans down the path of hope. Be the guiding light.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Please help!!!

Please read and pass on;

If there is anyone in the Syracuse or surrounding area who would love to welcome a 3 year old Bichon/Poodle into their home, please contact me offlist ASAP. We know of a man who purchased this male for his mother, who then passed away. He's had the dog for a while but lives in an apartment and works 11-12 hours a day. Instead of leaving him alone, he's decided to put him to sleep the day after Christmas. The appointment is already made...YIKES! !!He is good with kids and other animals and just wants someone to pay attention to him.I'm heart broken about this, and we are considering bringing him into our home and hearts - even temporarily - but we already have two furry babies. (Not sure about managing a third???)This little guy is absolutely adorable and I have pictures if you're interested. He's all white, small, up to date on shots, housebroken. I know it's a long shot, but I'm trying to get the word out to as many people as possible. I want to try and save this little life.Thanks so much for any good thoughts or interest.Have a good one!Gina R-G

The daisy fields

I am a sensitive person. I get upset easily, but I calm down quickly. I am difficult to anger. I don't calm down easily when angered. But I am angry now. Why? Because there is an epidemic in this world that needs our attention. It's called aids. Oh, wait, I know what you are thinking, aids only happens to queers. You figure you are not queer so it is not your problem.

WAKE UP!!!!!!!

It is everybodys problem.

It isn't just sex that spreads this deadly menace. Read then read some more about how it is spread. Sex may be where it starts, but dirty needles, tainted blood, and probably dozens of other reasons. It is not just the gay community, or just Africa, it is everywhere. You, your family or friends could come into contact and not even know it. Try this. Get a few scratches from you dog or your cat, then offer to help someone put a bandaid on a small cut they received. Wait a few days and go to the doctor. You may have aids!!! It is that easy to pass it on.

Check out this blog from an excellent writer to learn more.


We have only two choices. One, we ignore the problem and the world goes away. Two, help, in any way that we can, and the problem goes away. Which choice is yours?

Monday, December 18, 2006

Flying Farm Animal Bombsquad

Like my title?

I'll try to keep the bull to a minimum (don't get me wrong, I am going to milk that title for all its worth).

I was going to say I don't want to hog the spotlight, but I'm not chicken so I'll ham it up here. Yes, you read that right, this is pun central. Throw veggies, the animals are hungry.


Sorry, a low flying goose just came in. With that, let's gander about and see what this day has in store. It's monday, not really the cream of the crop in terms of days of the week. I hope the levity in this post puts a few smiles on everyone. There is absolutely no point to it beyond that.

Ok, so puns get your goat? Sorry Balaam, but this is one donkey (you thought I was going to say ass, didn't you?), that lives for the next best pun. Words are the humans toys so let's play.

You are reading this so I assume you like to read. Visit the link above and check out the links page. There you will find links to many of todays best writers. Woud I kid you? (sorry, couldn't pass it up)

Now, to paraphrase Bart Simpson, Let's not have a cow here. My primary goal this morning is to start monday off with a smile. I am also trying to egg you on to read some of the great unknown literature.

I'll shut up now.


Sunday, December 10, 2006

Let there be BOOKS!


Somebody said to use the blogs. I use the blogs. I a bloggin' away here. In fact, this is a blog. In fact, this is a bloke busy blogging businesswise.

Now that I have you blored to btears (silent b), then I have something real interesting to tell ya! I got a feather stuck up, well, up where a feather ought not to go, and updated my books webpage!!! I added metatags (more than there were), and added a page of pages. Sound confusing? I hope so. My suggestion? Unconfuse yourself (this is coming from the uncrafter and unwriter and I is unconfused and often unclear, and according to some, unhinged). You can tell me about that last part after you go to:



Beads, Bonds, Books, Beauty

It's pyscho time. NO, NO! I mean it's Psychedelic time. With the Beatles Sgt Pepper playing in the background, I managed to get my website up and running. Beads for sale or rather beads made into jewelry. Bonds and I don't mean that number 7 spy. I refer here to the bonds of friendship since I have links to many on the site. The links take you to many sites to add more books to your library. Mine of course is on front since I want you to buy my books. Actually you want to buy my books first since 'Computers Simplified' will ensure your computer skills are up to par, 'Simply Math' will ensure you can add up all the purchases you will make, and 'Journey into the Surreal' will keep you laughing while your bank account empties out buying all these great books, beads, and art. Oh, I didn't mention the prettiest part of this? Beauty is for the artist on the links site. There is another and when I get his link I'll add it. (Gale, are you listening?).

There it is, Beads, Bonds, Books, and Beauty


Saturday, December 09, 2006

At least it's a start

I modified an older website into just jewelry. Here's the link: http://uncrafters.tripod.com
This isn't all and the site is a long ways from being done, but thanks to a very dear friend it has gotten this far. If ya likes what ya sees, just follow the yellow brick road, or the directions, whichever comes first.However, just make your selection but don't buy it until monday. I have to redo the paypal. If there's nothing there you like, wait because I have more. Better yet, contact me and we'll discuss what ya want.


Friday, December 08, 2006

Oh my goodness, what do I call this?

Ok folks,

It's now official. I am going to spend time playing with this blog thing. [no Max, it's not like tennis, you don't bat blogs back and forth over a fence. People use it like a diary, or to rant. Excuse me? Oh, a rant means to complain about things, like 'Why can't I get plaid in stripes', or 'I voted for Lassie, why didn't she take office?']

Sorry for the interruption. Max is an imaginary friend who only understands things that are written. Now, where were we? Oh yeah, I was talking about this blog thing. Now ain't that a funny word, 'blog'. What does it stand for, I wonder? Basket log? Barbeque log? Beer log? no, that would be Beer keg. Aren't these $%%^%# computer terms just the cutest little ole thang? We can even link them. I can just picture that, a virtual link of words like cyber sausage.

Now, to answer the age old question. Ok, it came up yesterday but that was an age, wasn't it? I'll be cyber digging for markets for childrens stories. I know, I can't use the %#@$#^ part, but the rest is pretty clean. Of course when the parents read some of the silly stuff they might be $#%^& me.

I would have put a link in there but I had some cyber eggs and needed a cyber sausage to go with it. I'll pick up some more for next time. Maybe next time I can try to write something a bit more serious. We'll see.

Friday, December 01, 2006

Religion sucks eggs

Aha!! I got your attention.

This post has nothing to do with religion or eggs. Although, I do hope by the end of this post you pray for those less fortunate.

If you are reading this, you have access to a computer. When you are done you will get something to eat, go watch television or go to bed. Do me a favor.

When you go get something to eat, try to picture all of the homeless with neither money, nor a place to stay or a source of food. Remember our servicemen who are living in the mideast, eating k rations while praying they don't get killed while protecting American interests. I don't care why we are there. The point is, it is American military personnel and they need our support.

As you watch tv, Check the news a few times. See the pictures of Irag? See the bombs and terrorist attacks in Afganistan? Look closely at those streets in Irag. There is someone with a gun on every block. Was that a pile of rock over there on the left? No, that was someones home. Now look out our window. How many bombed out buildings do you see? Is there a tank sitting across the street?

Duck!!!! There goes another rocket. Oh wait, that was on TV.

When you go to bed, think long and hard about all those that are sleeping in boxes and under bridges. How many paychecks are you away from that? You have a warm place to sleep, lucky you. How many in this world do not? You have a soft pillow for your head. Take that out and replace it with a rock. Leave the covers off and open the window. Guess what, that is close to how all too many will try and sleep tonight. Oh? You think I'm still talking about Iraq. Get off the computer and get in your car. Drive around, especially in the bigger cities. You'll see many that are homeless. Know any of them? They could have been your neighbors, Your friends, or someone in your family. While you are out, take that money you were going to use to get a cup of coffee and put it in one of those red kettles. At least at this time of year you can pretend to care and give away a few pennies. You talk a great talk about how we should do something to help. Good, put your money where your mouth is.

Now, when you get back home, go to bed. Get some sleep and try to convince yourself you made a change in the world. You didn't, by the way. Do something year around and you will. As you dream, picture what the Iraq, Israel, Palestine, Afgan people are seeing. Will the home be here tomorrow or will that next rocket or car bomb take it out?

Sleep well

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

The holidays are here again

The holidays are here. It's time to get that Christmas list out and start picking up the gifts. For those that need to get a present for the new computer user, or the I-can-spell-math-but-can't-do-it person, there are two ebooks available for purchase on my website below. For those family gatherings an evening of story telling is an option. Journey into the Surreal is a collection of short, funny, family style stories and is in the ebook also available here:

If you or your family or friends has a computer but need some techical assistance, visit my tech support site:

Remember, it is important to get your Christmas shopping done early and the sooner you pick up one of these ebooks, the sooner you can cross those names off your list. Also, the sooner you pick up one, the sooner I can go out and finish off my list also.Ron

Friday, November 10, 2006

first stop on the blog tour

I have a very special guest blogger, Dorothy Thompson, author of "A Complete Guide to Promoting & Selling Your Self-Published eBook," For those of us that write but know nothing of promotion, this is the bible of reference. If you are or want to be, a writer, pick up this book. If your computer isn't working right, click on the link above.


In self promoting, where should one start?

Hi, Ron, and thanks for having me! When you choose to self-promote your book, you make that choice to either give your book (or eBook) all you got, or let it die. You are the book’s life force, and it is you who has to have that dedication, that perseverance, to do everything in your power to make sure the book does well. If you fail, then you only have yourself to blame.

Every book or eBook on this planet, if written well, has the potential to be a big money-maker. It all depends on how you promote. I have seen books with under a hundred pages do so well for the author that she appeared on television talk shows and national magazines. But, this author does a bang-up job of promoting. The secret to her success is that she found her niche, and pounced on it. You have to find that hook, and use it.

If I had to pick one thing that was the most important in self-promotion, it would be to have the best search-friendly selling page for your book or eBook that you muster. Once you have that in place, talk it up! Find some unique angle that makes people want to visit your website, thus buy your book or eBook. Word of mouth is the best kind of promotion you can use, but if you don’t have a well-designed selling page, what’s the use?

A well-designed selling page consists of placing relevant search words and phrases dotted throughout. What kinds of search words would people use to find your website? Use them. If you’d like to see how I set up my selling page for my eBook, A Complete Guide to Promoting & Selling Your Self-Published eBook, go to www.thewriterslife.net/promoteebook.html.

Is there a guide to writing press releases?

There is a standard format you can use, but also keep in mind to use those same search words and phrases throughout. Publicity Insider puts out a wonderful template you can use to go by. You can see it at http://www.publicityinsider.com/release.asp.

My eBook, as you know, boasts over 40 places to send your press releases. The key is to send your press releases to as many press release sites that you can to up your search engine ranking. And, don’t just stop with one. Keep them coming. Every time you can tie your eBook in with a newsworthy topic, let her rip. I know of someone (and I’m sure there’s many more people out there like her) that sends a press release off once a month. She ties anything romantic-related, but newsworthy, in with her book and sends it off. Her sales are going through the roof!

Does this book apply only to the ebook format?

Good question, Ron. This eBook to promote eBooks can be used for print books as well. All the strategies I used in this eBook are great for promoting any kind of book. I discuss how to turn your website into a powerful selling tool, how to set up a selling page that will bring in potential buyers, how to set up your own personal guerilla marketing plan, how to promote yourself through radio interviews, lots of neat stuff, and the best part about it is that every single promotional venue is absolutely free. I show people how self-publishing is one of the most viable, not to mention profitable, ways of earning added income over the Internet there is. All the secrets to great promotion is inside my eBook. If you use every single one of the methods in the eBook to promote your own eBook, you’ll see those sales!

For more information on my eBook, A Complete Guide to Promoting & Selling Your Self-Published eBook, visit www.thewriterslife.net/promoteebook.html.

Monday, November 06, 2006

drugged to death

According to the TV, I have a doctor. I have been to Walgreens and another big drug store and did not find any doctors for sale. Even if there was, I wouldn't buy one. I don't want one. All they do is take half your paycheck and give you scrips to spend the other half on pills.

We, as Americans, spend the last half of our short lives downing pills. There's a pill to go to sleep, a pill to make you thin, clean out arteries, make you cry and heaven only knows what else. We are a drug induced nation!! I believe very strongly that this is lowering our life expectancy. I find it amazing how few pills my parents and grandparents took and how old they lived to be!!

None of them worried about how long an erection lasted, or even if they got one. It was nothing for them to pull an apple off the tree and just eat it. Oh my goodness, they did not wash it! I grew up taking strawberries and wild grapes along with a lot of other wild fruits and never did get sick. I've pulled up potatoes and wiped the dirt off and eaten them. Hmm, I guess I was supposed to get sick.

The bacon I eat, the water I drink, and good grief, even the high cholesterol foods has not made me deathly ill nor increased my weight to the point of needing a crane to lift me up. What is more important is that I do not stress over these things. Let the surgeon general have a heart attack worring over what color my food is. Take those damn drug ads off the tv and out of the house and maybe, just maybe, the kids won't find their own drugs. As it is now, it's fine for the kids to take drugs because look at mom and dad's medicine cabinent.

We are a drug induced, tv influenced nation with cell phones growing out of our ears. I guess that's why we can't think straight, interact socially or hear what is going on around us.

Sunday, November 05, 2006


We live in the age of wonder. We've gne from the mechanical age to the electrical age to the electronic and have entered the strange world of biotechnology. This can be proven very easily. Take some of that stuff the government really doesn't want you to have. Let's see, what do they call it? Sorry, it has been a long time since I've even seen it. Oh that's right, money. Most of it is now housed in some museum someplace.I think its called Fort Knox.

The reason we the people aren't allowed that stuff is because it has magic properties. Observe if you will, what happens when someone who has somehow acquired some of this magic paper walks into a store that sells cellular phones. He/she will hand this magic paper to the person behind the counter and poof! like magic, a cell phone grows out of their ear! I am surprised they are able to sleep at night with this new added appendage. I would imagine it has a breakin period. I find it amazing how many of these biological appendages have maliciously attached themselves to others.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

non affordable economy

I live in a modest (under $60k) house. There are three out of four here working and one is working two jobs. But, thanks in large part to our fantastic pres who thinks sending our boys to fight in a country that no longer needs us but does have a big effect on oil prices, the cost of our very existence is out of our price range. There was a time when folks could afford to put gas in their car and buy groceries in the same week. But since the middle east isn't making enough of a profit and the insurance companies need bigger buildings, we, the little people, get to realize the true meaning of global warming. Our money warms the hands of the politician in the form of higher taxes so that congress gets bigger raises. It warms the insurance company so they can build fancier buildings and send out more junk mail and it warms the doctors hands so he can make us take more pills and they can then take longer and fancier vacations.

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

healthy living???

Ok, I'm getting a little fed up with all this healthy stuff they are throwing at us on tv. Let's see, what does it take to be healthy?

First, avoid the foods that the Surgeon General has deemed unsafe. That includes: Milk, Bacon, fried foods, sweets, anything that is green, anything that is white, anything that tastes good. Then, you go to the doctor to get a bunch of those carb killing pills and whatever other pills the doc wants to have you spend your last penny on. You might as well spend the money on drugs (legal type), because there is little at the grocery store, except the vitamins and energy boosters.

Then, once you've got most of your money spent on drugs and vitamins, you spend the rest of your life savings on some fitness videos and a bowflex. Oh, someplace in there, you must try to squeeze in some insurance also. That way they can afford to build fancy buildings and the top brass can go on those expensive tours.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

Let's get real!

Ok, it's time to look at a bit of reality here. Bad people will enter this or any other country no matter what is done to keep them out. By putting up fences and other barriers we increase the number of bad immigree's. Why? Because it is a challenge to them. We want to keep the foreigners out yet we move all production companies to their countries. Does that make sense?

The real question is, why do we need to put up any kind of barrier? Open the borders between the US and Mexico as well as between US and Canada! Let the people come in. The immigrants that sneak in do jobs that most Americans don't want to do anyway. That also allows Americans to get into Mexico to work at the real jobs since they have all moved there anyway.

I would like to see the federal government do something it has not done in decades.


Sunday, October 22, 2006

Remove the dictator!

I just read where the laws have been changed to allow anyone to be searched anywhere anytime! I hereby call for an impeachment of George Bush while we still can!! This is the same path taken by Hitler, Mussolini and all the other malicious dictators of the world. We must act now, while we still have any rights left. One by one our civil rights are being stolen from us and if we just sit here and watch, we will become subserviant to the will of one rich, oil baron!

Stand up and be noticed!!!

unjust Harrassment of writer (reposted)

A writer and close friend in Traverse City Michigan was recently assaulted by two bullies wearing police uniforms. Theresa Pachesny saw headlights in her mirror and moved over one lane. These two city thugs decided she was drunk (no alcohol in her system at all), and arrested her! By denying her her medication (inhalers), she has since become quite ill. Read her full story below. At the end are the authorities to contact to help us rid the system of officers that operate at will with reckless abandon disregarding the rights of the American public.

The Burning Times Aren't Over
Theresa Chaze
I now know how the women of the Burning Times felt being dragged from their homes in the middle of the night and tortured. I wasn't dragged from my home nor was I physically tortured, but I was kidnapped and emotionally tortured by the Traverse City Police Department and the Grand Traverse Sheriff Department of Michigan.

After working a ten hour shift at Normic Industries that started at 3:30 pm Tuesday October 17th and ending 2 am on the 18th, I was driving home on South Airport Road. A few minutes after I turned off Park Drive on to South Airport, a car drove up very close behind me. The headlights were lighting the interior of my car and it was making me very uncomfortable because it simply wasn't safe. If I suddenly had to stop, the other car would have rear-ended me. I turned on my signal and moved into the left lane. The car advanced and I saw it was a police car. I thought he was in a hurry and would pass. Instead, he turned his flashers on. Confused, I turned on my signal and pulled over back in to the right lane, then off to the side of the road, turning off my car and rolling down the window. The officer walked up and I asked "What? What did I do?"

He asked me for my driver's license and registration.

I told him it was in my purse and pointed to the backseat.

He told me to get it, so I started opening the door. He got angry and slammed it shut. He demanded that I get it by reaching around the other way. There was no way I could reach it. He yanked open the door and ordered me to get out and go to the back of my car. I did what I was told, asking what did I do. He refused to answer. Moments later, he walked around riffling through my purse. He asked me if I had anything sharp that would cut him or a weapon. I have a small atheme that I carry for when I do ritual in the woods. It's a set of two knives--two inches and one inch. Since most people don't know what an athame is, I called them knives. I bought them on Ebay for 99 cents. He dug to the bottom of the outside pocket and found them. He again looked through the main pocket, then gave me my purse back and demanded I give him my license and registration. I asked him to hold his flashlight over my purse while I looked for them; it was even a bigger mess than when I gave it to him. After I gave him the forms, I was handcuff and put in the back of the squad car. I kept asking why and neither officer would answer me. I asked to talk to a supervisor and was told he knew, but he was too busy to talk to me. Where the second officer came from I don't know. I was so overhelmed, I didn't see if there was a second car. They searched my car without my permission and arranged to have my car towed. They took my keys and drove me to the jail. The handcuffs were so tightened they make my hands numb. Wednesday I woke up with my right wrist hurt and swollen.

After we got to the jail, I was informed that my car was swerving and that is why I was stopped. They arrested me because of my carrying a concealed weapon. I was totally amazed. They took off the handcuffs and I was processed. They took all my jewelry, including my pentacle necklace, and I was searched. During the processing, I was searched twice more, which I didn't understand. Except for going to the bathroom, I was always in their sight, so why would they continually have to search me? Another person was being given a breathalyzer test. I asked to be given one as well. I wanted it as evidence that was sober and I had never done it before. I asked to talk to a supervisor and again was denied. I asked for an attorney and was denied. They placed me in a hallway. There was a payphone, but I didn't know who to call and I no longer had any money. The longer I waited, the more nervous, I became. Stress is the main trigger for my asthma. As the attack started, I asked for my inhaler; they refused to give it to me. It turned into a major attack to the point of throwing up and peeing on myself. An officer walked in and told me to stop making myself sick. I told him the best that I could that I have asthma and needed my inhaler. A few minutes later, he allowed me to use it, but it took a little while before I was able to talk. During that time a dark haired officer with a mustache, who claimed he was a supervisor came it. I told him that I could talk yet and to come back in a few minutes. He never came back, but another one did. He said he was the shift sergeant who arrest me and that the other was the supervisor for the jail. I explain to him what had happened and the actual size of the knifes. He didn't understand why the officer decided to arrest me--that he had the option of not. He also said that the officer contacted him and told him that the knife was three inches long; it was at that point he gave the officer the option of arresting or not. He said at this point there was nothing he could do, but at the 9 am, I would be given my bond hearing and that I would most likely be let go without having to pay a bond. I told him about my asthma, allergies, and hypoglycemia. He said he would make sure that I had access to my inhaler and given something to eat. I told him I would be missing two dozes of my allergy medication because I didn't carry them with me. There was nothing he could do. I asked for an attorney and why my rights hadn't been read to me. He said my rights didn't have to be read to me because they hadn't asked about the knife, but ignored my request for an attorney. Before he left, he again said he didn't understand why I was arrested and was sorry that he couldn't help.

Later I was put into a holding room and bagged lunch with two sandwiches, cookie, juice and an apple were given to me. The juice was high in sugar so it helped bring my blood sugar left back up. The sandwich tasted strange and the bread was all dry. It made me sick. I forced myself to eat half of it because I needed to eat and nibbled on the stale cookie. It was so bad I didn't know what kind it was. I rationed out the juice to keep my blood sugar up. For the rest of the night, I sat on the mattress and walked the parade of people. Every few hours my chest would start to get tight and I would ask for my inhaler. It was hard to get their attention, but eventually it would be provided. Each time the officers were getting nastier about it. Breakfast was served to the other inmates but I didn't receive any, nor was I asked if I wanted any.

There weren't any clocks so I lost track of time. Eventually I was let out to talk to the "magistrate" --the woman who set my bail. I tried to tell her my side; she wouldn't listen. No one would. She was more interested in my income and what property I owned, than finding out what my history was. I tried to tell her that I had never been arrested; like everyone else, she ignored me. She told me I was to go before the judge at 2pm. My bond was set at five thousand dollars with ten percent down. The only person I could think to call who would have access to that kind of money was my employer. I called him and he said he would see what he could do. Later, I was able to use the phone twice more to get bond. My sister-in-law wasn't home; my credit card wouldn't increase my limit. I didn't know what I was going to do.

No one would give me any information nor help me understand the process. For most of the morning, I sat with my back against the wall, crying. Lunch was served, but by that time I had waited to long to eat. Looking at it make me feel nauseous, eating would only make me vomit. Instead, I curled back up in my corner and drank the Kool-Aid type drink they gave me. I continue to ask for my inhaler regularly. The officers were getting hostile. At one point, they nearly refused, but they gave it to me and told me it was the last time. Another officer mentioned that they should send me to the nurse to be checked out. However that wasn't done.

It seemed to be getting late. I started asking about the time. I was told I had to appear before the judge at 2pm. I was already in enough trouble already; I didn't need more by being late. The officers told me not to worry about it; the paperwork wasn't filled out yet, but it would be soon. There was an announcement made for something at three o'clock. I again told an officer about the 2 pm appointment, he told me the paperwork still wasn't ready. Later I asked again about the time, the officer said it was nearly four. Another person and I would be arranged before five. The was a problem with the transfer of a person and there was chaos for about 10-15 minutes. The officers had a good time beating up a young man who was being difficult. They laughed and joked about how they wanted to punch him bloody. After things had calmed down, my court appearance had been pushed back to Thursday at 9:45 am but my bond had been posted. They were just waiting to get the receipt. After dinner had been service, I was finally let out of the cell and my paperwork processed. They had taken all the cash I had on hand and deducted cost of my stay, returning the rest in a check. They wouldn't give me copies of anything bond the receipt of my bond being paid and the check. They allowed me to use the phone. I called my employer to tell him that I had been released. He told me that he had tried to pay the bond earlier, but was told that I would be arraigned at two and that it would be reduced. When he called before three and he found out that I hadn't been, he made arrangements to pay it before 4. I wasn't released until after 5pm. It was too late to contact an attorney. By the time, the cab picked me up and the tow driver returned to the lot, it was after 6:30pm. Neither of them would accept a check and I ended up going over my limit on my credit card in order to get myself and my car home.

On Wednesday, I arrived at the courthouse at 9:30. I asked where I need to be and for my paperwork. I was told I didn't need any and was directed to the courtroom. While I was waiting, I talked to a man who also had been in jail at the same time. He heard the officers joking that my paperwork had been ready for a while, but since I had been a pain they were going to teach me a lesson. It was after 11:30 before I was called before the judge. He finally read me my rights and gave me a phone number to call the next day to get an attorney. I told him I had never been arrested before and he agreed to give me back the ten percent my employer paid. I was able to leave.

I was cooperative from the beginning and through the whole ordeal. I keep asking why, because I wasn’t being given answers. The couple of times in the past, when I had been stopped the first words the officer said was did you know you were speeding. The arresting officer wouldn’t tell me anything. It was as if he was looking for a reason to arrest me and wouldn’t stop until he found one. I didn’t know him and don’t know why he would want to hurt me. I lost two days of work, cost me money I couldn't afford, and has made me physically ill. I learned we do not have as many rights as we think we do. You can be pulled over and arrested without being told why. The officer and his co-workers refused to give me his name or give me a copy of the police report. You don’t have to be read your rights, given access to an attorney, or receive medical attention. You can be bullied and mocked by the people who are suppose to protect you; if you ask questions you are considered a troublemaker and you are detained longer. I always thought the police were to protect the public, but they are the ones the public needs protection from.

Contact info: if you have the time and are willing to calle the Traverse City District Attorney's office at 231-922-4600. The Michigan Attorney General is Mike Cox and his phone number is517-373-1110.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Media release for Computers simplified



Ron Berry

For Immediate Release

Computers are stupid, you are not!

Computers Simplified by Ron Berry was released on Oct. 1.

Computers are simple; all they know is on or off. However, between that simple machine and you the user is Big Bad Microsoft, and they aren’t simple. They take what you want and tell the machine. Computers are easy but they are high tech, and as such there is a lot of terminology that can be very confusing. That’s where Computers Simplified comes in. This book puts the fancy language into human language. After reading this book, the computer salesman won’t be able to confuse you, and sell you something you don’t want and don’t need.

Ron Berry knows his field of computers well enough to show even the most novice of users how to repair or upgrade their system just by talking to them via the phone or messenger. With unlimited patience, he helps others take as much time, ask as many questions as needed and repeats calmly all instructions until the information is understood. A lack of computer knowledge is not a drawback when asking for Mr. Berry’s help. As long as the person understands English, any and all problems can be solved.

"I don't know what I would have done if not for Ron Berry," says Dorothy Thompson, editor of The Writer's Life. "A simple think like deleting cookies sent my head in a tailspin. Not only can I delete cookies and unused files, Ron has shown me how I can perform simple maintenance on my computer without hiring outside help. COMPUTERS SIMPLIFIED has been a godsend, and one in which I highly recommend."

Ron Berry, a Cedar Rapids native, has been working with computers for over twenty years. His original experience was with mainframes but when pc’s for the home came out, he wasted little time in having his own. Years of experience with electronics prepared Mr. Berry well for his foray into the world of computing. After receiving his degree in Electronics, he went to work in the Avionics field. Between using computers to test sundry Avionic components and taking a part-time position doing technical support, Mr. Berry’s understanding of computers became well developed.

Computers Simplified is available on Mr. Berry’s website:

A media kit and photos are available on request

Monday, October 16, 2006

An open letter to all creditors

To all creditors,

Do not call us. Do not have your computer call us. We know what we owe, to whom and how much. You will get paid. We have only so much money and we pay on a priority scale. Where you are on the list depends on what and when you'll be paid. Our list, in order is:
Car payment

You classify as one of the others. If there is any money left, you will get some pittance. If you do not live on a street, use a vehicle (including buse), have some type of utilities and are not a machine and thus require some type of sustenance (food), then you have the same list.

Our ultimate dream is that you someday are on the other end of the type of calls you take great pleasure in making.


A consumer

Saturday, October 14, 2006

Reality sets in

Just another rant here. My last post mentioned the idiocy of finding work after fifty. Here describes work no matter the age.

It is very simple. It is not what you know, it's who you know. Unless you are one of the original employees, the first thing one finds when securing work is the good ol boy (good ol girl), network. If the other, older, in terms of seniority, employees like you and you 'fit it', you have a chance. But, if you are independent and also an outsider, which as a newbie, you will be, you don't stand the proverbial snowballs chance. You could be working in the tropics at a place that does not have A/C, and it will feel like the Arctic. You will be tolerated but only until a suitable replacement is found. You'll be treated as if you are trying to take their jobs. Iceberg shoulders and Icicle stares will accompany you all around the workplace.

You have three choices. Give in and become one of the masses and hope you can find a clique to fit into. If that is not to your liking, you can become a penquin and hope for the best. But your medically safest method is to find a different job. Eventually one opens up that actually accepts outsiders. They are rare and far between, but unless you can start your own company or are independently wealthy, those are the only choices.

Bear in mind that if you do manage to survive the working conditions, you still have to contend with management and you must realize that most management positions fall victim to the Peter Principle.

Friday, October 13, 2006

Lessons Learned

In my close to six decades of existence, I have learned much. Some of it in schools, but mostly in the school of hard knocks. However, as one ages, some lessons are learned but no one wants to admit to being the teacher. A primary example is employment. Here is how it works.

After the age of forty, it is possible to get a job, if you have a degree equal to or greater than, a bachelor's.
After the age of fifty, it is still possible to secure work, degree notwithstanding. However, it will only be as a dishwasher.
After the age of fifty-five, no place will have you, regardless of knowledge, training, or experience.

In fact, after the age of fifty, holding a job is virtually impossible. This is so because by this age, ninety percent of all jobs are learned in high school, thus making it more economically feasible to hire a high school graduate.

The result of this is a lot of wasted talent and experience. It doesn't matter though because companies save the beloved dollar and the extra energy of the younger generation allows them to fight to reduce medicare. By lowering the amount of medicare that can be paid to the seniors, the faster they die off. Since the unemployable, overtrained, overexperienced seniors are so stressed out by the lack of employment options, the heart attack rate goes up. This is the modern, cold-blooded method of population control. Insurance companies charge an arm and a leg, pay out a pittance to us old-timers and their coffers grow so that the upper mangement youngsters can collect large bonus's. This holds true with most corporations also.

I know, you don't believe what I've just written, but if you survive to the crumbling old age past fifty five, you will experience the same coldness.


animal house

I counted the number of stuffed animals in this room, 10 plus the doll, Marvin. Two of those beasties are on the bed. They have special significance. Amber, my daughter got a lavender elephant out of one of those claw machines. She gave it to me. It has, actually, double meaning since as a kid (many, many decades ago), I had a black stuffed elephant a friend made for me and of course being a gift from my daughter. In honor of my childhood special friend, I named her Lolly. She's female because not many guys are comfortable in bright lavender. The other special animal is Eeore. I got this from Rose. She won it this summer when we went to Adventureland. I won for her, a frog and bright blue octopus. Both of whom decorate this room.

I find the presence of the animals in this room to be a source of great pleasure and inspiration. I've always loved stuffed animals anyway. Our car has a bright green and orange spider in the front window, a halloween bear, a little red bear and a sea green bear as well as the grinch. If nothing else, it makes it easier to find our car!


Thursday, October 12, 2006

The surreal writer

Thought I better let everyone know I'm still around. I've had this blog for quite awhile but haven't been on here much. Well, since I'm not working at a brick and mortar place anymore maybe I can post every now and then.

Here is something to do for fun.

Heres a new way to have fun at home.Supplies:small plastic fishsmall magnetssome sticksstringGlade scented candletoothpicksLittle smokiesglow in the dark starssetup:glue small magnets on fish. Attach a small magnet to one end ofstring and other end to stick.put stars on ceiling.fill bathtubNow, wait until dark, turn the lights out and you can go fishing inthe bathtub. When you've caught your limit, come back to thecampground (table), and have a weinie roast. Use the toothpicks tohold a little smokie over the campfire (Glade candle). You can thensit around and sing campy little songs.

Saturday, July 22, 2006

funny stuff

Just a reminder, my ebook, Journey into the Surreal is ready for purchase. View a teaser file and purchase instructions on my website.



Saturday, July 01, 2006

humor - new direction

A new direction for me. This is just the beginning, more later.


Pasta Politics

As Jake was cleaning the backyard he noticed the large quantity of nuts hiding under all the bushes. He thought to himself that this was a rather squirrelly situation! We need to plant some long-term berries. Thus the rise of the Pasta Political Organization!

The American political system had long been plagued by Republican and Democrat policies that sounded good, but really didn’t work. It was time to spice things up. The proof is in the sauce. With that in mind, Jake started to lay out his campaign.

Speech title: Lasagna Unlimited
Campaign slogan: Pasta rules!

The pasta rules:
The Pasta Rules1) If a policy doesn't work, try a bunch of ill thought out ones, something will stick to the wall.2) When a policy is half-baked (cooked) put it out there anyway and see if it works. Who needs PLANNING?!3) Boil lots of water

Campaign promises: A spaghetti tree in every yard and a guarantee of at least bi-annual parsley and sage sprays.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

updated website

Hey all,

I have just updated the bio on my website, http://www.freewebs.com/unwriter/ Stop by for a visit and while there, buy a copy of my ebook, drop me a line, make a comment or at least sign my guestbook.


Monday, June 12, 2006

writers ink

My ebook, Journey into the Surreal is now for sale at:


writers ink