Updates…conflict, wars and writing schedule

First the writing….

Alrighty…Long story short. I’m working on finishing Blue Technomancer and it’s going to take me more then a minute before I can get on to thinking about where I want the blog to go. I’m up to 24 episodes and I’m a long way from being done. The story spans several years and I’m testing my limits with new techniques. I’m having to fun of time to stop writing on it. When I finish it might be 50+ episodes.

On to conflict….

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The West is in an unofficial war with Russia that is set to have major changing with world economy and more importantly food.

1#My source 2# Shit storm 3# imports hit the wall…..

And I have eyes on the raising gas and food prices. The kicker will come when people no longer are concerned about the big screen Oled TV but finding food or growing it at their apartment.

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It is what it is…..The West (Clown World) is fucking with Russia because the reasons justify the people at the bottom suffering.. Everybody at the bottom are in for conflict. Right now it’s tight. It will get worse and people will have go through real survival in the west….again.

My thoughts….I am a man and a survivor so the times don’t move me like it did five years ago. Let alone during 2020.

I don’t say all this to be a beta bitch trying to scare you. I say….. Act with intelligence and be courageous because there is no other option.

There really isn’t no other option in my mind. All I have to do is look back at the play book of people that did it in the past and my own and take notes and take action.

That said I started out this year with with several goals. One of those goals is to make more money…..

I have already succeeded in that goal twice over. The challenge now is fast can I get to 12 grand a week? I’m not there yet but I know there is a cheat code I’m missing that will work for me.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Simp song of the day…My whole has changed by G

The lyrics

chorus:
My whole life has changed
Since you came in
I knew back then
You were that special one
I’m so in love, so deep in love
You made my life complete
You are so sweet
No one competes
Glad you came into my life
You blind me with your love
With you I am in sight

You never realize something is weird as fuck or dumb as fuck to hear until you aren’t in the category of it.

Girl, you opened me
I’m wide open
And I’m doing things, I never do
But I feel so good, I feel so good
Why’d it take so long me finding you
This is my story
And I’m telling you
It’s not fiction
It’s truely a fact
Without you right here having my back
I really don’t know just where I’d be

You opened me?! What the fuck does that mean?

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Death by ignoring

Silence.

It comes after then end of it all. The ride. The ride of attention and shots and giggles.

All good with the falling of the sun.

Now there is only night.

It comes. It is here.

Orien has gone.

Chocolate covered Paydays is forgotten.

Until Winter comes again.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

The battle of Witts with a dumbass…

The Princes’ Bride is one of my favorite movies has down sense I was a kid. Still a movie that holds up and has me generally thrilled and smiling at the comedy, charm and action sword fight scenes.

The man in black. My favorite hero. My favorite color.

But the battle of wits

I keep watching this scene a lot lately. I love it. Almost as much about as the sword fight. The battle against a Gamma for the prize of a female.

The archetypes my dude.

The Sigma “Lone wolf”

The Gamma “smart talking dumbass”

The battle with a dude that can’t admit he’s not as smart as he thinks he is and he’s a fucking dumbass for waging his life on whether you can guess where the poison is.

All the signs. He talks to damn much.

The man in black didn’t lie. He said, guess where the poison is. Decide and we both drink.

Out of the three. The skilled fencer. The giant. The sneaky smart talking schemer is the one that dies.

It goes to show the saying is true for all times. Never take a bet against a lone wolf and always bet on black.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Mary Little

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“I have a name. Skylark. Inform this peasant mutant whom he is speaking with.” The lady said midly.

My father turned in his seat and facing young Styx. “Her name’s lady Mary Little. She is my elfin wife of a sort and also my book keeper and manager of my affairs.”

Styx shook his head. “Mary is a proper Edo lady’s name. She’s a dark elf pure blood.”

“Mary Little is her nameā€¦..in the public. I have no idea what her real name is because according to their beliefs Mary’s hold power over her people. It’s close enough to the truth though.”

“But she has power over you though. Is that it?”

Lord Skylark shrugged. “My child is in her. It is what it is. My child will not be an orphan or live as we did. Be respectful.” He said simple.

Styx frowned but said nothing more. He studied the beautiful elf on the other seat facing him. “My apologies Mum. I am Styx Shade. I meant no disrespect to you. It’s my street up bringing and such. Sense your married to my brother that would make you my elder sister in-law.”

Miss Little held up her hand. “Skylark has no family. You-” She paused looking between them and frowned. She fixed her gaze on Lord Skylark. “Skylark. Who is this boy to you?”

“He was raised for a time by Mother Fin.” He said.

“He will not be an heir to your holdings. No matter what legal agreements stand between you two or otherwise.” Miss Little said with a calm assurance.

“I am his teacher. Styx is going to be my disciple. Once inducted into the guild he will make his way on his own. He has a gift. I wish to nurture.”

Miss Little snorted and caught Styx staring at her in confusion. She looked at him pointedly. “What are you confused about boy? You are a boy in fact. How old are seventeen summers at the most?”

Styx shook his head. “Seventeen and a half fall days Mum. Again, I apologize for my low born behavior. It’s just a habit and experiences I have had.”

Documents a warobe change

“Damnnation. All this fucking paper work. I already gave my word I’d take the boy on.” Lord Skylark said heatedly as he sat down and signed the adoption papers of custody of Styx.

Brandon nodded. “I know. I know but you know the law and all. Are you married?”

Lord Styx sighed and nodded. “Yes. I am sadly. I am expecting my first child though in three months or sooner.”

Brandon and Styx shared a look at the six months or sooner comment. But, neither said anything to it.

Lord Skylark finished the signing and came to his feet waving Styx to follow him. “Let’s go little brother. We got to make a go of it. You know.” He said turning to the door.

Styx caught Brandon cover his mouth to keep from laughing. Styx frowned looking at Lord Skylark’s back. “Your hiding something.”

Both Lord Skylark and Brandon stared at him. My father looked at Brandon with suspicious intent.

“I thought you said he was a black.” Lord Skylark said.

“I would thank you, My Lord to speak to me if you’ve got a question to ask.” Styx said.

Lord Skylark shrugged. “Are you using magick on my mind or are you using magic to see into the near future? Either way the Blacks or Shades aren’t known for that kind of magic in your kind.”

Styx glowered at my father looking down his nose at him as if he was a high Lord of the first order. “You have a tell. You didn’t look at me directly when you spoke and your fake Lordly accent slipped a bit at the end. Also Brandon knows something is wrong with you.. What the hell are you afraid of outside that door?”

Brandon laughed his ass-off. “Snarking hell. Boy oh yo has a right quick mind. Reminds me of someone.”

Lord Skylark stared Styx. “Are you a half elf.”

“I’m not a black or elf. I’m a Shade.” Styx said.

Lord Skylark nodded. “Styx Shade. I get that part. But, be honest or I’ll leave you here. Your no more fully Elf or Shade as I am neither fully human or fully Elf.”

Styx shrugged and made a motion with his right hand over his heart. “It is like you said. I’m Styx Shade. Everything else doesn’t matter. I don’t answer to anything else but my own name. Lord Ethan Skylark.”

Lord Skylark saw the motion Styx had done and knew the reason for it. “Agreed.  But, no lies from here on out. We’re family now. As strange as that might be a contradiction-“

“You keep your end. I’ll keep mean. Momma Jinn taught the way of things.” Styx said.

Lord Skylark blinked and nodded his head. “Excellent. So let’s go.” He headed to the door and opened it walking out while Brandon led Styx out.

Styx hand a over his eyes and one hand on Brandon’s bulky forearm.

Lord Skylark frowned waiting outside on the steps for Styx and Brandon to come out with Styx sharing a few words between each other about Momma Finn, Lord Skylark and Mr. Carter. Styx did more listening then any talk.

“What are two doing?” Lord Skylark said stiffly.

Brandon stared at him. “Ethan. He’s day blind. Get your ass over here and help him down to your car.”

Lord Skylark frowned. “Bloody hell. How the-“

“I told you I have cursed eyes damn it. I just need a decent pair of nightshade goggles to see in the day. I’m good to work for you. I’m good. I’ll keep my part to you. I said I would. I will.” Styx said.

Lord Skylark sighed coming up the stairs and laid Styx hand on his forearm. “Let’s go. I’ll get you your goggles and a fresh new suit as well for your raising station in life.” He said opening the door to the limousine for Styx. Styx got inside sliding in as Lord Skylark joined him and closed the door.

“What the fuck is this? You were told to get an apprentice not a mutant elf.”

Styx opened his eyes in the dark limousine to stare at the ebony skinned beauty with long flowing platinum down the back of her Scarlett silk dress. Her eyes were dark and studying Styx in disgust. He looked at her pronounced  pointy ears and tried to get out of the car.

Lord Skylark grabbed his arms. “What the fuck is-“

Styx turned to him. “You knocked up her up didn’t you? Damn nation. Damn it to hell Ethan. You had to knock up a fucking dark heart. A fucking magick kind. She warned you against this. She fucking told what they do to us when we fuck with them.. We always end up dead. Are you mad? Are you crazy?!” He said.

“Excuse me. What the hell is he saying?” The female said in annoyed voice.

Lord Skylark grimanced. “Damn it. Momma Finn taught you everything and told you to many scary stories. She isn’t going to kill me or you. We have an agreement. She’s having my kid. Elfs are kin on their word and agreements. I’ll do right by you. You’ll keep your end up. Right?” He said

Styx stared at him. “Damn nation. You have gone mad.”

“What the hell is going on?”

The return R. Downey Jr.’s weird as fuck Sherlock Holmes…why?

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There’s talk and buzz in the air for more of Robert Downey Jr’s Sherlock Holmes becoming a Television series.

Because reasons?

I watched the first shit. I found it entertaining for a moment and annoying from my memory of the interpretation.

I remember Jeremy Brett with found love and Senior affection. I can go back to that shit and find humor and real humanity in the character of Sherlock with a twisting cartoon mix.

I find it more interesting trying to think the logistics for how Robert Downey Jr came up with that weird Eng-ish London shit accent.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

The Jones Book: Home going

Iren

Daddy’s breathes came in graspy and shallow. I counted them in my head as his heart monitor was starting to give out.

Damn him.

I had told him to get the damn device put in his chest. Why? Why? Why couldn’t he ever listen to me on it? Damnable pride.

John Henry Jones didn’t answer to no one not even the daughter that had care for him, paid his bills and gambling debts and cooked his meals.. Damn him and his male pride and….

He looked at me. I went over to his bed and took his hand. He stared at me narrowing his eyes. I knew his thoughts.

“I promise. I’ll get the book to the Seed. I won’t let you down.”

His face relaxed. He smiled at me as he died. The doctors and nurses pushed me away. I picked up the old giant leather book from my chair. I backed away as the doctors tried to save him. My phone vibrated in my pocket. That was Chad. I had to go.

I stayed though. Until, it was finally over. They left the room quietly and covered his face. This was it. The paper was already signed. Daddy would get cremation and have his ashes buried next to my mother’s grave..It was over.

No. I still had one more favor to do for my Daddy. One more job that had to get done. Then I was done and on my own.

I turned to go but then stopped. Damn him. He couldn’t leave me nothing but a job to do for him. I wasn’t even allowed to look inside the book.

I looked back at him and went over to his body. His face was frozen with that same happy expression. I looked under his shirt and took the necklace that had the ring.

Leave it girl. Don’t you dare take it when I’m gone. It’s bad luck.

I heard his Warnings in my head from days before when I asked him if I could have it. He had shook his head stiffly and made me promise not to take it. He said it wasn’t right for a woman to have a ring from his thieving days. He said the ring was cursed. But, he never took it off or got rid of it. He always had it sense before I could remember.

I looked at the inscription inside the gold band. JJ x LB.

I knew JJ was Daddy so whoever LB was had to be my mother. If not I was going to find out. I took the necklace from him. I turned to leave and froze.

Chad Whett stood in the door way in a black hoodie two gold chains and black jeans. He stared at me knowing the promise I had made to my Daddy. I put the necklace on and raised my chin at him. “You got something to say shorty?”

Chad smiled. “I’m just waiting for you to come on. We got a flight to catch.”

“Your not-“

“Save it. You’re already losing it. Can’t let that happen. It would effect our business together. Let’s go.” He said and looked at my father. “See you, John.” He said turning and walking away.

I turned back to Daddy picking up the book before I leaned down and kissed his cheek. “Sorry. But, you should have expected it from me. I am your daughter.”

I turned and walked quickly out of the room.

First draft

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