Testament - Back to Square 1 1/2

Since a few relatives have decided to behave in a way that would make the Borgias rather proud, I decided to update my testament.

I thought that I'd found the perfect way to protect my paper "babies" by giving my literary rights to a library...

Good thing I didn't have time to have my new testament officially registered because that new potential heir would probably have been a terrible mistake.

I mean, when you say that you want to give your literary rights so your books will be safe with them, but they understand that you want to give them the contents of your bookcases, well... it doesn't bode well for the security of your paper "babies".

I'm back to my first testament, which I hadn't destroyed, but it burdens people I love.

I'm looking for an association, or a charity (or another library), that could rescue my books (the ones I wrote and will write), but I would QUITE welcome suggestions.

It needs to be a group that can potentially deal with publishers, and who's LGBTQ-friendly (anywhere around the globe, of course).

Ideas???

Becoming a Misanthrope

Imagine the scene: a packed bus (I mean, really, really packed).

Imagine Biped A: young (that's irrelevant, but... maybe not so much down the tale), watching a film on its mobile, and not holding any handlebar (or anything) and therefore standing with its legs spread wide in order not to fall.

Imagine Biped B: much older than Biped A, and trying not to fall in spite of a firm grip on a handlebar.

Now, here's the drama: Biped B asks Biped A to not spread its legs so wide so Biped B can have a bit more space. Biped A ignores Biped B, who doesn't back down and tells Biped A that it's being quite selfish.

And here's the nuttiness: most of the bipeds around asked Biped B to shut the fuck up because it was bothering them (there's even one that asked Biped B to shut up, but who kept insisting that it didn't want to get involved - you got involved when you opened your mouth, miserable twat).

Have things come to this? A biped that wants to keep watching its mobile on a packed bus is the one who's protected by most of the other bipeds?

Well, this is where I wish to avoid such selfish village idiots and become a misanthrope.

And why didn't I say a thing? Simple. I'd have yelled at the selfish ones that they were wankers, and that life was too short for such pettiness - and since I currently have to face daily family drama these days, I may have been tempted to punctuate my statement with punches. 

Not being a fan of small spaces with bars, I read my book, planned this post, and was ready to pretend that I didn't speak the language if asked to join the plonkers.

Gosh. Bipeds are exhausting.

Christmas Wish

I still loathe Christmas, which is approaching too rapidly for my taste, and I get asked what I want for Christmas (Merlin be praised, 98% of my Christmas shopping's done), and here's my problem: how does one tell relatives that one doesn't want expensive gifts that are meant to make the buyers feel good (when they're not the kind that tries to buy affection, or tries to make the recipient feel either bad or worthless - for whatever reason)?

If I could answer honestly, I'd say that the only thing I want is quiet: no family drama, no stress, no tears, no bullying, no belittling. 

Fat chance!!!

My perfect Christmas present is to spend Christmas without a knot in my stomach, and without having to deal with DNA-related bullies.

January will never come fast enough...

How I Got away with Naming Things (Sort of)

I name things, as in... my computer has a name, my printer has a name, my MP3 player has a name.

This is a thing I do.

I once had a friend who knew that I do this, and he joked that I couldn't possibly give names to the veggie tins in my kitchen. I said, deadpan, that they didn't stay long enough for me to give them names.

If it bothers people that I name things... I don't give a fig.

Some of my relatives find me odd (what's new?), and one tried to make fun of me, because of this, recently.

And then... the "universe" (it's just a lovely coincidence, actually) decided to help me as my new phone has a name. I don't mean something like XYU-tw2159. Her name's Lola, and I can call her that, coz that's her name; it's on the box and everything. And when that relative snorted that I'd given a name to my phone, I could say that she came that way, which is 100% true - and I like her name.

Now... did I buy that one because she had a name? Another post may answer to this question one day......