I shouldn’t have to tell people this–

Good grief, world! The “Do You Want POWER?” advertisement thingie at the end of my last blog post was HUMOR. It was a JOKE. It was out of an old comic book, and that address wouldn’t work any longer. It’s “New York 7,” for cryin’ a bucket. Nowadays they have things called “zip codes” (probably New York, NY 10007″), so you wouldn’t see that sort of thing in an active ad. It’s a parody of itself, a trip, something to giggle at. In today’s irony-saturated post-postmodern ‘net atmosphere, I figured it would be funny to most readers.

But I got THREE private mail thingies warning me that “this sort of thing is occult and you shouldn’t be messing with it or sending this guy moolah,” and two quick “unfriending” requests in a row that’re most likely due to Outrage and Incensedness over the “ad.”

Sheesh!

But anyway. It was supposed to be funny! For those with a twisted sense of humor! If you didn’t get it, just ignore it and hit PAGE DOWN. Thanks for playing!

(I do wish I could get a Talismanic Seal of Luck. Probably with MY luck, it would be a rare defective one that put more obstacles in your way in order to build character. Oy! Please, Universe, my character is WAY overbuilt for the neighborhood!)


A perhaps less alarming image. “What–are you looking at my nuts acorn??”

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Author: shalanna

Shalanna: rhymes with "Madonna" and "I wanna," and is not a soundalike with "Hosanna" or "Sha-Na-Na." Aging hippie with long hair, husband, elderly mother, and yappy Pomeranian. I've been writing since I could hold a crayon. I started with fiction, which Mama said was "lying." “Don’t tell stories,” she would admonish, in Southern vernacular. “That's all in your imagination!” When grownups said this, they were not approving. So, shamed, I stopped telling stories for a few years--rather, I stopped letting anyone read them. I'm married to a fellow computer nerd who doesn't really like hearing about writing, but who reads sf/fantasy and understands the creative drive. I'm actually a nonconformist/hippie still wearing bluejeans and drop earrings and the Alice-in-Wonderland hair with headbands and sandals. Favorite flavor is chocolate/orange, favorite color is either Dreamsicle orange (cantaloupe) or bubble-gum pink, favorite musical is either Bye Bye Birdie, Rocky Horror, or The Producers . . . wait, I also love The Music Man. Is this getting way too specific and irrelevant yet? Obvious why I don't sell a ton of flash fiction, isn't it? To define oneself, I always say, it is good to make a list. How about a booklist? Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird Frank and Ernestine Gilbreth, Cheaper by the Dozen C.S.Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (all the Narnia books) J.R.R.Tolkien,The Hobbit/LORD OF THE RINGS trilogy Gail Godwin, The Odd Woman F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby J. D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye (before dismissing it, actually read it) George Orwell, 1984 Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle Donna Tartt, The Secret History Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn James Allen, As A Man Thinketh Mark Winegardner, Elvis Presley Boulevard James Thurber, My Life and Hard Times The Wizard of Oz, L. Frank Baum Winnie-the-Pooh/House at Pooh Corner, A. A. Milne Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie The KJV and NIV Bible (each translation has its glories)

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