Did you ever wonder why men were so preoccupied with food and sex, while women were so much more complex? Sit back for a bit while yours truly, Angry Old Fat Man, explains how the whole situation came about.
Grey’s “Cake Or Death” Moment : Is Death Easier To Manage Than Type I Diabetes?
Last night's episode of Grey's Anatomy was called "Start Me Up." And it sure got me started. Pardon me for a bit while I crawl up on my soapbox. Because, you see, I think that "Start Me Up" included the biggest gaffe ever made by Grey's.
And yes, we're talking about a show where I've not missed an episode since it debuted as a mid-season replacement in 2005. That's more than a little bit sad, if you think about it, but loyalty is so embedded in my makeup that it may be as much vice as virtue. In all of these years, I've not seen the GA writers get it as wrong as they did last night - in one particular scene.
I'm talking about the scene where Teddy's hubby-for-insurance-only, Henry, was under the knife. Thanks to the quickie marriage and the brand new insurance, Henry can now have surgery for a recurring condition he's suffered from for years that causes repeated tumors. So newly-insured Henry, now Mr. Teddy, is on the OR table while the Chief and Bailey are operating. Right in the middle of the surgery, a medical student, who's observing, makes a comment and it causes the docs to examine Henry's interior a little closer. And what do they find?
There's a big ole cyst on Henry's pancreas. Not just any cyst, this one is a big cancerous cyst that is about to burst and kill Henry. So what do the good docs do? They call in Teddy, Henry's wife, a cardiac surgeon herself, to find out how Teddy wants them to handle the monstrous cyst. Does she want it removed? CAKE OR DEATH?
Teddy and Henry, as noted above, are basically strangers. She did a good deed by marrying him to get him insured. Like the cliche says, no good deed goes unpunished and the Chief wants Teddy to crawl. When the Chief demands her decision, Teddy sort of haltingly says they should remove the cyst. Then it's time for a half-shell buffet featuring Teddy, common sense, and the Grey's writers good judgment and excellent reputations. Because the Chief tells Teddy - not so fast, girlfrog. You better think about this.
Chief tells Teddy that if the pancreas is removed or mostly removed, it'll likely make Henry a Type I diabetic. Can Henry handle such a serious, such a volatile disease? Does he have a good family support system? Teddy doesn't know. Then again, she doesn't know much about her new hubby. That, of course, was the Chief's point. Ultimately, she tells them to remove the cyst and Henry survives the surgery.
But let's back up for a minute. Grey's writers crafted a scene where they asked if it's better to be a living Type I diabetic or a dead man with an intact pancreas. WTF??? The Chief, while grilling Teddy, notes that Type I diabetes is a difficult disease to manage, so she should carefully consider whether they should operate or not. Apparently, the Chief thinks that death is easier to manage than Type I diabetes.
Death never seemed like a manageable condition to me.
You see, I'm a Type I diabetic. Millions of living, breathing Americans are Type I diabetics. I'm betting that, like me, every one of them considers Type I preferable to death. Type I diabetes is a condition that can be managed. Outside of some rocking paranormal romance novels, death is pretty much a condition that ends all management.
What makes this even worse is that this scene comes from a show that tries to be oh-so-conscientious about how it portrays G/L/B/TG issues, women's rights issues and even death penalty issues. Coming from this show this scene looks like a big, obvious, flat-out insult to millions of American diabetics.
Type I diabetes may not look like cake - unless the other choice is death.
There's not much I'd carry a picket sign for, but if the American Diabetes Association wants to stage a protest over this one, I just might carry a sign.
Mine would read - No, I'm Not Better Off Dead.
Compelling Stories – The Prodigal Son’s Redemption
It's the male again, pinch-hitting for Mary Anne who is in emotional turmoil after seeing our oldest son off to Orlando once again.
Thinking about our sons and our relationships with them made me appreciate a recent news story and its ties with universal and timeless themes woven throughout humanity's broad narrative tapestry much more.
No matter what else you think about the Bible, it can't be denied that it has been the most influentual piece of literature in mankind's short history. Its myriad stories collectively cover most (if not all) of Polti's 36 plots, and Jesus's teaching via parables allows even those of us who are mentally dense (read: me!) to access deep philosophical concepts.
The parable that is most applicable to Ted Williams, who was the "homeless man with the golden voice", is the parable of the prodigal son.
Initially, Mr. Williams' story didn't intrigue me that much, though it warmed my heart a little. All I had seen was this video (also embedded below), which went viral a few days after its debut.
From the news coverage afterwards, I knew Mr. Williams had given himself over to alcohol, drugs, and crime in the past, and had been sober for awhile but had been reduced to begging on the road, and had some job offers after being (re)discovered. It was good to hear, especially in this economy, that someone so down on his luck and trying to scramble back up from a difficult position in his life was able to get back on his feet again.
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AOFM-MWU – Geeking Out – Linux
Hello kiddies, the irritated corpulent male here.
I decided to "geek out" on you fools. You see, I've had the Linux itch for a few years now, ever since I assembled a desktop computer out of spare parts for my parents and wanted to avoid paying for another copy of Windows XP. I had heard about Ubuntu being the easiest variant of Linux to install, and that it also resembled Windows the most.
So I tried to bust into the world of open source operating systems. Ubuntu installed easily enough, recognized most of the hardware with one exception - the modem.
My parents had (and still have) dial-up Internet access. They live so far out in the woods that the Deliverance Banjo Boy keeps telling them that they need to move closer to town. And if there's nothing else to know about Ubuntu, there's the fact that it requires a broadband Internet connection to accomplish anything with it, and that IT'S A HELL OF LOT MORE COMPLICATED THAN WINDOWS!
So it was a no-go for my parents, but I vowed that I would have my vengeance on little Billy Gates, oh yes. Vengeance. Raging, fist-shaking, snorting and drooling nerd vengeance.
At last, today, I have my fat geek vengeance. I have resurrected a laptop from that great computer graveyard - our garage - and now its undead carcass is stumbling around on the Internet with a dark, unholy free operating system powering its formerly lifeless appendages.
Bringing the E-Revolution Home
My oldest son is 19 and threatening to turn 20, but I'm not sure I'll allow that. I'd like to send both my kids backwards towards infancy if I could. Anyway, he thinks he'll be 20 in March, but I'm rooting for him to turn 18 again... then 17 then 16, then 15 then... Anyway, Zack was the poster child for someone who'd be the ideal ereader owner.
Zack is a sophomore at the University of Central Florida (UCF) in Orlando. However, his home is in Myrtle Beach, SC. During the school year he travels a lot - sometimes by Amtrak and sometimes by plane. By plane he'll have layovers between connecting flights and by train he's riding the rails for about 9 hours. And he's a reader from way back. So on those long trips, books are how he passes the time.
Like I said, he's a reader, so books are also one of the ways (besides his computer generally, World of Warcraft, specifically and hopefully studying - at least occasionally) that he passes his time at home and in his dorm. He has 3 full bookcases in his room at home and boxes more in his apartment/dorm at UCF. Amongst the most important book to him are the bulkiest - the Twilight series, all of 'em. Those are 4 of the biggest, bulkiest books on the planet - and Zack adores them. He wants them with him at home, at his dorm, and traveling between the two.
Like I said, he was the poster child for someone who needed an ereader. That would've been true even if his Mom wasn't an indie author who likes her ereader - although it's only a beginner's model. I wanted better for my son. The ebook revolution has advanced and my son, the National Merit Scholar studying engineering on a full scholarship, well, he should have the best - or at least, the best for him out of the variety of full-fledged "real" ereaders. Which one would that be?
Romancing Your Ereader Without Spending A Fortune
A big ole' welcome to all of the lucky folks who found a new ereader under their trees this year. When you charged up that device and logged on to download your first ebook, a magical thing happened to you - you threw off your shackles. Did you feel 'em fall away?
I bet you didn't even know that up to the point of that first ebook download you'd been a prisoner for your entire life. You'd been chained to the taste, the choices and the whims of big publishing. You only thought you were deciding what you wanted to read. In reality, you were picking only from the crop of what the NY castle dwellers decided was "acceptable." But no longer.
Your ereader bought your freedom. Now the world that the publishing royals fought and held away from you for so long is yours. You just fired the gatekeepers. There are no more literary agents or publishing companies between you and what you read. You're now the gatekeeper and there is a bunch of fine indie writing you can enjoy that was never open to you before.
But not all of the big companies fought the erevolution as hard as the NY royals. And some of those companies are flourishing in the e-age and they should be rewarded by customer loyalty. On our shores, the big e-winner is Harlequin. Overseas, it appears to be a company that (to me, which means little in the scheme of things) looks a lot like Harlequin - Mills & Boon. I know that Harlequin's opening its doors so early to the e-changes was likely a natural growth for the company. Harlequin didn't require gatekeepers to the same extent as the NY royals. Harlequin already took unagented submissions for a bunch of its lines. Harlequin adapted before the e-age arrived and made further changes and now it's one of the reader's and writer's best friends.
Now that you've got that new ereader, you've likely also acquired a new hobby - filling it with free, or low cost ebooks. Hopefully, most of those are romance ebooks - that's what I write, of course. After you've gone to your favorite etailer and bought the entire catalogue of Quacking Alone Romances authored by yours truly, Mary Anne Graham, you'll be looking to add some other books to your device.
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Have You Seen This Elf?

WANTED
This elf is wanted in connection to several incidents of the following:
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Aggravated holiday shopping
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Silliness in the first degree
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Random acts of smiling and Christmas cheer
This elf has been most recently observed in Wal-Mart, though he has been spotted in other retail establishments around Myrtle Beach as well. He is armed. He has two of them in fact, and has been seen carrying presents in both of them. He has recently begun to victimize small children by grinning at them with malicious happiness and terrorizing store clerks with loud proclamations of "Merry Christmas".
DO NOT ATTEMPT TO APPREHEND HIM YOURSELF! ALERT THE PROPER AUTHORITIES!



Pebbling Nipples, Rippling Abs & Ringing Registers
Some of the hot news this week promises hotter sales in 2011 for crafters of HEAs, like yours truly. Yes, Virginia, Bowker says it. The New York Times says it. Even Smart Bitch Sarah Wendell says it. And if the Smart Bitches say it, then it must be true - "Romance is now the fastest-growing segment of the e-reading market, ahead of general fiction, mystery and science fiction, according to data from Bowker, a research organization for the publishing industry."
Industry honchos say that the "discreet power" of the e-book reader mean that "romance novels are now enjoying a renaissance." The popular wisdom is that e-readers allow their owners to read whatever they like privately, without displaying the covers of the books. Romance novel covers have long been a platform for showing long-locked bare-chested lads with rippling abs embracing a longer-locked lady with a low cut bodice or a silk gown tight enough to show off her pebbling nipples.
Those-who-know-these-things say that lots of ladies have been hesitant to indulge in lovely, lusty tales because of these cover images. In the NY Times piece a CFO of All Romance quotes e-reader customers who've said they can now indulge their love of romance novels - without having to "show my husband what I'm reading." The switched.com piece says mass-transit commuters with e-readers are downloading romances in record numbers because they don't have to worry "about a fellow traveler casting a judgemental glance" at the book cover.
I have trouble identifying with any of this. I've never cared what anyone thought of my romance novels - covers and all. Whatever romance novel I was reading accompanied me to college and law school classes. The only time I ever had a professor object to a book didn't involve a romance novel. (At Francis Marion University one of my profs made me take me take James Joyce's "Ulysses" outside her classroom and made me promise never again to bring the novel back into her presence. It turns out the professor wrote her doctoral thesis on the book and never wanted to see it again.)
And women worrying about telling their hubby they are reading a romance or being afraid to show him the cover? Oh, please. Who are these women? Did they poll refugees from the 1950s? If a woman is that concerned with her hubby's opinion of her reading material, then her marriage has far, far deeper problems than romance novels.
Besides, in my household Mr. Quack designs the romance novel covers. All of the earlier book covers were pretty non-offensive and gender neutral, but they were striking covers with very graphic images. They're killer covers but they don't necessarily sell sex and lust. We both adore the covers, but the one I'm writing now, The Duke of Eden (it's up as a serial on Amazon BTW), has a much more graphic cover. Currently in Casa de Quack hubby and I have been talking about him doing some new covers for the earlier books that are more graphic. Yes, we're talking about adding pebbling nipples and rippling abs.
Why? Because we've learned that sex still sells. And Quacking Alone Romances is very much a joint enterprise. What's good for the brand is good for our bank account. And what's good for the brand is what sells. Some of the very best-selling e-reading material is erotica of the kind that can make me blush - and that ain't an easy thing. We've learned that the graphic covers grab the eye and we'll never get readers to press the buy button if we don't get their attention first.
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Bad Sex 2010: Dead Bugs, Pencils & Giant She Creatures
Each year Britain's Literary Review honors a mainstream author with "The Bad Sex In Fiction Award." The award goes to writers whose descriptions of sexual antics and activity inspire "eye-rolling and disgust."
This year, Rowan Somerville won the award for descriptions in his book, "The Shape of Her." Passages like the following secured him the honor:
Like a lepidopterist mounting a tough-skinned insect with a too blunt pin he screwed himself into her.
As if that wasn't good enough to secure the best of the bad prize, elsewhere in the book Somerville describes a nipple as "the nose of the loveliest nocturnal animal, sniffing in the night."
Some other big literary names were on the list of nominees, including Jonathan Franzen for his book Freedom which included the following passage:
One afternoon, as Connie described it, her excited clitoris grew to be eight inches long, a protruding pencil of tenderness with which she gently parted the lips of his penis and drove herself down to the base of its shaft. Another day, at her urging, Joey described to her the sleek warm neatness of her turds as they slid from her anus and fell into his open mouth, where, since these were only words, they tasted like excellent, dark chocolate.
Another nominee was Adam Ross for descriptions in his book, Mr. Peanut. Including a passage where a husband describes his love for his wife's "giganticness" and said if he made love to her from behind he felt like "an X-rated Gulliver among the Brobdingnags." Ross writes,
She was not his wife but a giant she-creature, an overlarge sex pet: his to screw, groom and maintain.
In accepting the award, Somerville was gracious and stated that he felt it was fitting because, "There is nothing more English than bad sex."
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The True Year of the E-Reader
Hi folks, AOFM pinch-hitting for the crazy duck lady. She's busy on the laptop looking for Black Friday-Saturday-Sunday deals. Me? I just wait until Christmas Eve and buy jewelry. Or at least I used to when we had disposable income. Now I buy cheap plastic trinkets from China and hand those out with drunken ass-whippings, like all good daddies do.
It's not all bad this year, though. We were told the first Christmas after Oprah showed off the Kindle that it was THE YEAR OF THE E-READER-R-R-R. That was 2009 or so. At "under" $400 (did you ever notice that when retailers say something is "under" a certain price, that's the actual price?), it was AVAILABLE TO EVERYONE!
Until we get to $400 for a gallon of gas, (which is an entirely separate blog post) something at that price is not really available to everyone. Something has to pretty much be a household necessity to be priced at $400 or more, especially after the economic downturn of early 2009. And an e-reader is not a household necessity (unless you happen to be married to an insane duck lady with sharp metal implements within her easy reach).
So when Amazon et al tried to talk up 2009 as THE YEAR OF THE E-READER-R-R-R, they were full of it.