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Ok, so last week as your eyes drove away from my blog to more important things like real life, you left me like a kid who had been dropped off at the wrong kid’s birthday party. I’ve been eating their food and using their bathroom and have only just figured out that I don’t have a clue who any of these people are… and still no one else has noticed. I have been the first to admit that I find myself in completely unfamiliar territory when it comes to business. The dreaded “B” word – “bu – is – ness”… it passes very uncomfortably through my lips. Years ago I went through a boiling surge of musical creativity; I wrote songs about love, life and about being a loser. Every poor soul with ears who came within a guitar pic’s throw of me and my six stringed torture-tool was forced to endure my latest hit, which came as a deluge of passionate wailing and trademark angst; and yet to my very great surprise (now, not then) I was often asked for an encore. People would say to me, “Why don’t ...

As brilliant as the past seven days have been, I am still not yet the master of the wobbly boat. First of all there’s Felix, my evil cat who I mentioned in my last series… Well, Felix has a “brother” called Fernando who was in every way the opposite of everything that made Felix a pain. Fernando was the perfect male cat until he got pregnant. This week I discovered his tummy was getting bigger and so were his kitty nipples… after further investigation I discovered he was missing something unique to all male cats, making him a female. Now I have to consider gender reassignment as a possible expenditure when all of this is over, that is if I want “him” to keep the name Fernando. At least my kids will enjoy having some kittens for a while, at least until for as long as it takes me to find them new homes! Anyone want a kitten? While this is a good example of the price of procrastination, it also demonstrates what not paying close attention will cost you! I’ve procrastinated on ...

In the beginning God created The heavens and the earth The world submerged in waters deep And all was dark before it's birth The planet hung in silent space A formless silhouette But glory graced it's cold dark face As upon the deep hovered his Spirit And then the Holy Elohim Commanded that the night Step aside and bow down to His words, "Let there be light!" And upon the earth the new light shone It's youthful radiance All because the great God spoke His word of influence And by that word he kept apart The darkness from the light And declared the light be called the "Day" And the dark he designated "Night" And evening fled Morning came fast The first of all the days had passed. And then the Great I Am proclaimed, "Let there be an expanse!" And the waters separated quick To facilitate the skies advance And by the Lord's supreme decree The firmament was so Distinguishing the atmosphere From the ...

There are certain movies that, in the course of your life, you will come back to. For me those movies are dominated by two directors, George Lucas and Steven Spielberg. In my formative years these magicians of film were at the top of their game and produced some of the most memorable movie moments that, like handprints in wet cement, left their mark permanently in my developing brain. But this Review is thanks to Spielberg, so move over George. I was three when I first saw E.T. at the local cinema with my older cousin who was babysitting me that day. I still remember how both awe-struck and devastated I was when E.T. finally went home; his mother ship leaving its rainbow trail in the night sky. The days of VHS came along and the bright among us discovered that if you had two VCRs you could easily “dub” video rentals. Of course this was illegal, but this was the 80’s when most of the population’s hair cuts should have been illegal. We had an uncle who had amassed for himself a m...

We’ve all seen this in the movies, a guy in a row-boat in the middle of a lake stands up only to have the dinghy wobble frantically about, threatening to tip him overboard until he finally finds his balance, standing very still in the centre of the boat in a sort of spider-man pose while he figures out what to do next… That’s me, metaphorically speaking... Last week my “boat” was wobbling. If you saw my blog you might have read between the lines; that I was doing the wobbly boat dance, wondering who let me take their boat out in the first place! This week I’m doing the spider-man balancing pose, gradually finding my sea-legs while I ponder what to do next… From the day I started Pimp My Twenty Bucks until Now I have not had a week like this one, in which I have sold so many titles, breaking all my previous personal records! But enough chit-chat, let’s get straight into it! This week I sold: James Clavell’s Whirlwind -$3 James Clavell’s Noble House -$3 ...

When a liquid is heated its molecules react, In fact they start to move around and violently interact Crashing into molecules Which are not yet in motion until they gain such insane speeds they break free of their boiling potion And so they make their great escape in the form of vapor Until they meet with something cold and their adventure starts to taper Losing kinetic energy they start to coalesce and become little liquid drops upon the newfound cold surface The process itself is not unlike A kettle boiling fast The steam escapes the angry jug and collects in droplets on the glass It also happens naturally when the suns hot rays makes water to evaporate and thus creates clouds full of rain In chemical technology the procedure is done with distilling apparatus or a big distilling column Its purpose is to separate liquids that can steam from ones that can’t evaporate or turn to gas so easily The portion which evaporates When heat is applied condens...

For the past three to four months I have been indistinguishable from Julie Andrews in the opening credits of “The Sound of Music”. As I leapt from week to week, from one small success to another, it was as though I was the young head-strong nun dancing in the hills, crushing the daisies under my careless feet, singing, “The Hills are alive, with the smell of money…. La lah ah ah…” Then I reached the top of the hill having made the Hundred Bucks for which I had been climbing. In my elation, and perhaps pride, propelled by stronger ambitions I threw myself at the next hill before me, on top of which rests, hopefully, a greater figure of $500. But as the song says, what are we going to do about Maria? Because this Maria is not wearing the right shoes, has no climbing experience, and didn’t notice at the outset just how rocky and jagged this new hill would quickly become! Last week I set forth my various intentions regarding how I was going to transform my new found hundred into $5...