Epitaph on a Politician
(The more things change the more they stay the same.)
Here lies John Jones, a polititian,
convincing constituents was his mission.
Of honour he’d little, of truth he’d nil.
Now in this cemetery he lies still.
Epitaph on a Politician
(The more things change the more they stay the same.)
Here lies John Jones, a polititian,
convincing constituents was his mission.
Of honour he’d little, of truth he’d nil.
Now in this cemetery he lies still.
Yes, AMY sold to UNINTENDED CONSEQUENCES Anthology (Wolfsinger Pubs.) I’ve just okayed the galleys, and the anthology should be out any day now, while the cover, (based on my story) is fantastic!
I was recently reading some of Snopes.com (the site that debunks fake news items, urban myths, and odd rumours.) They had new item on an employee in Taco bell who frefused to accept a US $2 bill, claimning it had to be fake because they didn’t have a $2 bill. Yes, that’s a bit odd. But back in the early 1990s, I had a couple of odd events in the USA of similar type.
It also doesn’t help when you and the currency are genuinely foreign. Back in 1991 I was about to leave New Zealand for a holiday, staying initially with friends in New Jersey. As I was now a published author, my friend had alerted his local newspaper to my arrival and as my latest story had just appeared in MZB’s Fantasy Magazine, they planned to interview/photograph me. The night before the reporter rang diffidently to ask “She does speak English, doesn’t she?” A question that when relayed to me left me helpless with laughter. And yes, I do, as does pretty much everyone in New Zealand.
    Matters going on from there when I purchased a number of books from my host and paid in $50 NZ bills in a letter sent after my return. He took them to the bank which refused them on the spot as ‘trying to deposit monopoly money,” and “was he aware that passing fake cash is a crime.” It took him some time to convince the bank manager that New Zealand cash is both valid and worth real money with a regularly listed bank exchange rate. That story too when relayed to me left me giggling.
I returned to a riotous welcome. The geese did war-dances at the gate, twelve hens and a rooster hurtled in from all directions to celebrate my return by demanding dinner, and when my friend and I walked into the house, Thunder was already on his back, paws waving wildly. Yes. I was home. I returned with a box of books to read, no award, but at least I’d been on the ballot, and the trip home was pleasant and very productive.
What wasn’t so good was the con hotel, the Cuba Street CQ, which underwhelmed me considerably. I can overlook having a blown bulb in my bed’s headboard (for three nights despite them knowing about it) I can overlook the confusion over our request for a hotel parking bay at reception and the time it took to pay for one.I can overlook what appeared to be a problem with the internal phone system so that when I phoned reception I sat there listening to the phone ring for some 3-4 minutes without response, (how fortunate no one was having a heart attack.)
What I’m not at all happy over is the standard of safety and security at the hotel! Why? Well to start with, of the three of us staying on that room, I am very moderately disabled, but another friend is very much so after a stroke some years earlier. As she found after getting into the shower, to exit that she had to stand precariously on one foot while lifting the other knee-high – WITH NO HAND GRIPS and with no safety mat to give her feet better purchase. Not good, guys. A bathroom should have hand grips by both toilet and bath (and a rubber mat) for the safety of older citizens and those who aren’t 100% fit.
But it was the (none-existant) level of security that ended up bothering me the most. Sunday late afternoon we returned to our room to find all the lights on when I opened the door. Interesting! To activate the power it requires a keycard. I checked, nope, we all had ours, so the one I then discovered in the power slot wasn’t ours. That had to have been the cleaner’s. There’s only one problem with that. It can open a lot of doors. Horrified I rushed it down and handed it back at reception where this information and the card’s receipt was shrugged off. There seemed to be no understanding of the all too real dangers of this breach of security.
On my return the hotel asked for my feedback, and I emphasized the dangers of a system where someone could leave an all access card in a room and apparently not realise what they had done, while the reception staff also seemed oblivious to the dangers. In other words, a) they have no system of checking that cards have not been left behind, and b) they don’t look to have any worries when they are. Look at a possible scenario. I found the card and returned it at once. What if it had been someone else who found it, someone who saw the potential – and acted on it? A number of guests could have discovered valuables to have been taken. Worse still, if that person had entered a room where a guest wasn’t immediately obvious, then if the intruder panicked, struck the guest out of their way as the intruder sought escape, the hotel could have ended up with an elderly person with a broken hip…and that’s by no means ALL that could occur. Possibilities range from rape to manslaughter if someone less than honest had laid hands on that forgotten keycard.
What really worried me was that I said this on hotel feedback, the manager then emailed me and stated that “in respect to the swipe card left in your room, this card is used to activate the lighting and heating. All room access cards are securely stored and accounted for at all times.” I beg your pardon. Yes, it was used to activate the lighting, but it also opens doors. And if all access cards are securely stored and accounted for at all times, how come we found one left in our room? If they’re this casual about security, one of the more dangerous scenarios is likely to happen sooner or later. I’d prefer it didn’t. I’ve asked the concomm to speak to the hotel, but considering the very brush-it-under-the-carpet attitude over this and the safety issues, I wonder how much will actually be done to improve these aspects before something happens.
Thanks to all who voted for me, but sadly this time I didn’t win. On the other hand if schedules are kept, I may have at least one eligible book again in 2018 since a fantasy novel should be out next year. Meanwhile short stories continue to sell with A FRIEND OF GRANNY NGAIRE sold to MYRIAD LANDS ANTHOLOGY.(Guardbridge Books) for mid-July.
so why, you may ask. Well, myself I prefer a hotel to be competent, and that includes getting right who your guests are. A friend of mine has been harrassed by this bunch for a month, he’s had seven emails in four weeks demanding that: he provide them with feedback on his stay with the BEST WESTERN Seven Seas, San Diego, CALIFORNIA. They also want him to buy hotel gift cards, explain how delighted they are that he’s arriving, and then that he stayed, send him an e-statement, information on other Best Western hotels, and demand again that he provide feedback. He’s had enough and emailed their tech support asking what’s going on. Because the first name they keep quoting isn’t his, he and Glen (his wife) have never been in San Diego, he’s certainly never stayed at the Best Western there, and right now if he never does so, it’ll be too soon. What he’d like to know, is where and how they got hold of his email address, why they can’t tell one customer from another (when they have a different name) and why, even if he HAD been a customer, they’d find it necessary to harrass him with so many emails in a mere four weeks? Oh, and in case this bunch thinks they should pick up my email and start making offers, forget it, I too am NOT INTERESTED!
They say that nothing foolproof is so against a sufficiently talented fool. Looking at the increasingly stupid decisions on Political Correctness, I can only wonder if there’s a limit on that either – and I have a feeling there may not be.
Yes, life is good. I signed contracts for BASTET’S DAUGHTERS with Wildside April 20th. I’m delighted, they do such a great job on the Sherlock Holmes pastiches I write, that I know I’ll be happy with this fantasy book too.
Then I had acceptances for- LALLI sold to rEVOLUTION antho. (MIFI writers) and
The Story Emporium accepted FOR LOVE OF MAXIE. An annual weird western steampunk volume, edited by J.A. Campbell who has a degree in Horse management, so I enjoy trying for a horse story that fits the theme. (Must now start encouraging my subconscious to consider something for next year, it’s never too early.)
Two nights with light snowfall last week, and just under seven inches of rain over May. hens have mostly gone off the lay, sheep are muttering in the lee of the house, cat is very firmly by the fire. Winter!
Winter Woollies
4 July 2016
That is, temperatures for the start of July hit minus two here on the weekend. But considering we’re a month into winter that isn’t surprising. What is surprising is that it’s taken so long to drop that low and again, that after a day or so there, they went back up. Yes, we’re still getting warmer than usual temperatures, and while April was dryish, (and so was June,) with a fraction under seven inches for May, and – if we do get decent precipitation for July – we should still end up with better winter grass growth than any year before that I can recall. And as someone or another was saying on TV the other night, they consider global warming to be established fact. I always believed it, I just wish it wasn’t currently being proved – although my damaged leg approves the warmer weather, as does Thunder, my Ocicat, who at almost 13 now, feels the winter chill and doesn’t like it