Sorta-Bio

Yup…it’s me.  Just me.  The only one available.  Someday, maybe, I’ll come in a 6 pack (currently, I kinda resemble a keg) – but not today.

Should we do the dating site stats?  Lemme see…

I’m over the age of 20, but under the age of 100 – yea, that narrows it down about as much as it’s gonna get narrowed.  Old enough to know better, young enough not to care.

Haircolor has been subject to change in the past, but the little boxes of color got annoyingly smelly.  Right now, it’s steadily morphing from reddish-brown to silver all by itself.  It wears me long – because I decided to eschew the salon about 5 years ago.

I either have to wear glasses, or risk walking into things like walls…but at least I don’t have to use one of them little red-tipped white canes yet.

Short & Sassy are two words that fit me well.

I’m a mother.  I’m a daughter.  I’m an aunt, but not a monkey’s uncle.

I spend most of my time either working, sleeping, dreaming, writing, aiming my camera at weird stuff, or feeding the 4 felines who currently reside with me…but don’t worry, I’m not one of those crazy cat people – my son and daughter-in-law(2B) are always around to assist with taming the fur.

I’ll probably put an incredibly weird photo I’ve taken here later…so check back.

 

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  2. O, brave new world, that has such people in it…is the dedication in my novel, Tito’s Dead, recently reviewed in Glenn Hates Books’ blog. I commented on Glenn’s review with a ‘like’ and thanked him because, like yourself, I found it amusing. I did point out one glaring inaccuracy, among others, that I’m Irish, not a Brit. Glenn ‘liked’ my comment and left this reply,
    ‘lmao. I know you’re irish, man. It’s pretty bloody obvious. But to me, a dumb-ass American, all of Europe are ‘Brits’. Doesn’t matter if you’re
    from ireland, scotland, france, whatever, you’re a fucking Brit to me.’
    I have no objection to that, either, even if I find it xenophobic, myopic and, at a stretch, racist. What I do find odd, though, is that both my comment and his reply have since disappeared from the review on his blog. As a journalist for more than 20 years (and a book and music reviewer for ten of those), I have always valued free speech and equally, the right of reply.
    I would like to offer you the opportunity to read Tito’s Dead or visit my blog and check out my poetry. Pigeons are neither characters nor obsessions in my life, just an ironic intrusion.

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  4. G’day Peg,
    Given as Maggie “The Zombies Ate My Brains’ thinks your site is better than Vegemite on toast (her words interpreted into my lingo) I am here , tramping through your delightful war of words, oh promise I didn’t disturb a thing, albeit I will be back 😉

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    • Very glad to see you here, Muzzy – and tramp to your heart’s content. I love the way you phrased that – tramping through the delightful war on words – fantastic phrasing!

      But…I gotta ask – what, exactly, IS Vegemite? I’ve heard of it, know it’s a foodstuff, but never really had the courage to ask what exactly it IS. 🙂

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      • G’day Sue,
        Ahhhhh, Vegemite, my favourite brekky food, made from a concentrated yeast extract grown on barley and wheat, full of B vitamins, with the spreadable consistency of margarine, the Pièce de résistance being, it’s as black as pitch. We of the Dinosaur generation were fed this delightful spread on our dummies following through on crusts of buttered bread as we grew. Because of it’s sharp rather salty taste that makes one’s tongue tingle, it should be used sparingly, the mistake newbies to this delectable treat make is they plaster it on their bread, this practice has been known to blow even the best fitting socks right off one’s feet. (end of commercial) 😉

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