That's how I feel today. Run ragged even though I haven't really done anything. I haven't done anything out of the ordinary, anyway. I just feel stretched.
There are a lot of things going on in the background right now. Just home stuff / life stuff and stuff stuff. Some big, some not so big, some that is threatening to become overwhelming if I let it.
Grandbaby No. 1 is due next spring and that's a huge life change. Suddenly I'm the "old" person in the room and the shoe is currently pinching. It's not that I'm not happy for the parents. I am. I'm thrilled for them because they seem to be thrilled (mostly) with the situation. It's just that I'm too damned young to be so freakin' old and I'm having a hard time adjusting.
There are other things, too.
MIL is fading mentally although she's still front and center physically. Her episodes of getting lost in the house - trapping herself in odd places because she can't remember how to navigate the twenty feet from here to there she's navigated without problem for years - are coming more frequently. Her speech is slurring, even though it's not related to her TIA of a few weeks ago. She's just tired, spending more and more time sleeping. The clock is winding down, it's just a big hanging question of when.
That when will then be followed by now what? That's a whole other realm I'm not ready to poke around in.
Fortunately, because of her bedroom being in our living room, we don't do the whole Christmas thing anymore. It's been four years since we last put up the tree and decorated the house and, quite frankly, I miss it but not enough to long to do it again.
We don't do Christmas cards. It's a huge time and money sink for something that's going to end up in the trash when all is said and done. Besides, if I haven't spoken to you in a year or more, it's likely that neither of us are particularly interested in working hard on the relationship. See my prior post about friendship and what it means to me - the 1:1 relationship. Since neither of us is particularly determined to work hard on it, it's easier to let it slide. Does that mean I'll be poorer for the lack of company? Probably. But that's a choice I've made and I'm ready to stand by it.
At least I don't have that stress, but there are other things and it's those that are making me twitchy.
After the dust of Thursday settled the rest of our weekend was nice. Recovery took about twenty-four hours and things settled down.
I still haven't gone out to buy the new shoes I need, even though that was part of my plan for the weekend. I put that down to the fact that I would rather drive a nail through my foot than go shopping. Can you tell from that, that I hate shopping? I do. Even though the leather upper of my right shoe is torn through and both are cracked and split.
I do have to go shoe shopping before January. That's when El Nino is supposed to hit and we're supposed to get buckets of rain. Gosh! I hope we do. Out of curiosity I was poking around on the interweb yesterday, based on a conversation about the water levels at Lake Tahoe, and I discovered a number of really shocking before and afters of Lake Oroville - one of Central California's major reservoirs.
It's going to take a LOT of water to refill that, and that's just one of the lakes of which I found images. Folsom Lake, east of Sacramento is another one:
I think that's something else that's stressing me, although I don't know why. I can't do anything about it. Still, it's unsettling.
So - pillar post pillar post... A running round of nonsense that I can't affect.
I can't affect MIL. I can't affect Sam, who is also fading although not as quickly as MIL. I can't affect the drought except to keep trying to save water. Many things poking and prodding about which I can do nothing. Is that what it is? Just that is causing me heartburn and problems?
Hmm. If that's the case then I need to stop and figure out how to deal with it, because I sure as heck am not going to keep going with this sense of impending doom hanging over my head.
So, I'm going to cogitate, perhaps examine my navel in great contemplative detail, and try to figure it out. In the meantime, I hope you have a tidily ordered day.
Best~
Philippa
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Monday, November 30, 2015
Sunday, November 29, 2015
Arrogance & Division
I have seen and heard several examples of arrogance in the
past twenty-four hours. I’m not looking for it, or paying attention. Today I
spent most of my time writing and posting one of my stories up on WriteOn. I
played Farm Heroes and Bubble Witch. I didn’t sit in front of the television
and watch or on my computer and browse. These things just popped up.
On Scribblers, one person declared Friday’s Planned
Parenthood shooting a “terrorist” attack, even though no one from the police,
FBI or media had or has called it that. That declarative statement is pretty
arrogant – an ‘I know what no one else does’ declaration.
This morning I was watching CNN while I fixed and ate my
breakfast. They were talking about the Syrian refugees and the fact that a lot
of Americans don’t want people who might include a small subset of violent
people to be let into the country without proper vetting. Our State Department
and FBI and a bunch of other law enforcement and security agencies have warned
the government that we can’t vet these people because the systems aren’t in
place to do it. Yet, because the Republicans in the House and Senate want to
slow the process down and make sure we take reasonable precaution, one of CNN’s
talking heads declared that “the GOP is jingoistic”. What? That’s a trait exclusive
to the GOP and no one on the left is? No one registered as a Democrat sees the need to check these people before we let them into our country? Nope. Apparently not because this individual seems to know what is in the hearts and minds of everyone
who happens to affiliate themselves more closely with the GOP than the
Democrats.
Individually, these are small things but they’re coming more
often and it’s disturbing if you think about it. It adds to the mind and
thought control – you must think this way or you’re “evil” – and divisive
nature of discourse.
The Scribblers comment obviously wasn’t considered. It was a
word that’s in common use and the larger underlying meaning wasn’t taken into
consideration when it was used. However, is anyone who does something evil
automatically going to be labeled a ‘terrorist’ from now on? What about the declarations made by some in the Black Lives
Matter group?
"Pigs in a blanket, fry 'em like bacon!" was one chant that was quickly and deliberately ignored by the leftwing media. Searching for the following clip, only Fox seems to have carried it on their broadcast.
Another was "What do we want? Dead cops! When do we want 'em? Now!"
That was a few months ago and the liberal media rushed to cover it up - whitewash over it -
and it’s been a while since we’ve heard about that, but the declaration was
made – why wasn’t that labeled a “terrorist threat”? Or if that’s not palatable,
how about a less powerful label – “hate speech”?
Oh! I know. Like duh! It’s because it was uttered by some black Americans.
Because the vocal minority insists that the rest of America “owes”
something to blacks for historic events that took place more than one-hundred
fifty years ago. African Americans get a pass. They can do and say anything and
white Americans are supposed to look away and not comment because, since we
happen to have been born with white skin, we’re supposed to feel guilty.
Now that raises, in my mind, the question of where is the
equality in that? If people – an individual, a group or a segment of society
wants to be respected and treated as an equal, they have to abide by the same
rules and meet the same standard as everyone else, or they’re not equal.
The CNN comment is just another example of the arrogance of
American media – and it is not restricted to the “left” outlets – NBC and its
subsidiaries, ABC and its subsidiaries and CNN. It also includes Fox News which
has an agenda all its own.
They suppress stories and “Fair and Balanced” is nowhere in
sight anymore. Listen to their talking heads and it’s all a very rightwing
slant.
I’m not looking for this stuff. I have other things to do,
other things I’m thinking about. But it’s just popped up into my awareness
which tells me that it’s probably happening a
lot if I were to pay attention.
So what does it mean? I don’t know, but it is worrying.
We have a President who advocates special treatment of black
over white and giving a pass to black people.
Remember Ferguson? Obama came out and added his voice to
those declaring the cop was in the wrong. But when black people started rioting
through the streets, burning businesses and wreaking havoc, nothing was said by
our “leader” or his Attorney General, Eric Holder. In the end, the evidence
showed the officer was well within his rights to shoot Michael Brown since Brown was trying to get the officer's handgun and he was afraid for his life and was
defending himself. Obama spoke out against the shooting but was deafeningly silent on the rioters.
It was the same with Baltimore, and the same with Trayvon Martin
in Florida. Obama didn't wait for the evidence in either case. Black person assaulted by white? Don't wait for the investigation. Don't wait until the evidence is in. Just declare the light skinned person was in the wrong and the dark skinned people
who are burning cities are just fine. Persecute the light skinned person but
give the darker skinned person a pass, no matter what they did.
Now understand me here. I look at people as people. I do not
care one whit what color of skin or eyes or hair they have. I look at their behavior - what they do and how they act.
Personally, I think Barack Obama is a dangerous incompetent
who looks on the presidency as an on-going golf vacation.
I think John Roberts is a manipulated fool, a tool of the
left who hasn’t the first foggiest clue about what his role on the United
States Supreme Court is supposed to be.
I admire, greatly, Clarence Thomas, Ben Carson, Alan Keyes,
and J.J. Watt.
I despise Hilliary Clinton and John Kerry. Two more
unqualified people would be hard to find. Their positions are purely and simply
the result of political award ceremonies.
In the case of Hilliary, I am utterly convinced it was a conversation between her and the Democrat party back in 2007 that went something like:
“Drop out of the presidential race
and let the black guy win, and you can be Secretary of State. Then, in a few
years, we (the DNC) will do everything we can to put you into the oval office.”
"Oh, okay."
To distill this further, anyone who expects, demands or
promotes special treatment of one group over another warrants my disgust.
Anyone, an individual or a group who promotes or advocates special treatment of
one group over another is destructive and ensures equality will never be
achieved.
Unfortunately, and worrying to me, is the fact that the
divisions appearing in this country are growing and I don’t know that anyone or
anything can stop them from spreading. Every time I turn on the “news” – the talking heads who
offer opinion and commentary instead of reporting – it’s obvious. Just listen
to what’s said, how it’s phrased the meaning of the words spoken.
What we need going forward is honest conversation, respectful and a clear understanding of what is 'fair and balanced'. Otherwise we'll have to get a boatload of epoxy filler and hope it all holds together.
Think before speaking and stand up to correct those who create division - if we start small, we can move mountains!
Have a lovely day.
Best~
Philippa
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Saturday, November 28, 2015
When is "More" Too Much?
Again we have a situation where the news is full of a shooting. Again it's in Colorado. The scene of the Columbine massacre, the Aurora theater shooting, and a number of other high-profile cases, including one in Colorado Springs on October 31, 2015 this year in which a shooter killed three people and was shot, himself.
What fascinates me is that a brief, cursory review of Colorado firearms law this morning shows a couple of gaping holes.
There is no waiting period, for instance. And the State of Colorado prohibits gun registration. Yes - the State of Colorado prohibits gun registration. You can find that for yourself, here: https://www.colorado.gov/pacific/csp/colorado-gun-laws That is the Official Colorado State Patrol website.
A couple of years ago, when legislators tried to tighten up the regulations, after Columbine, after the Aurora theater shooting, before this, the citizens of Colorado held a recall election against four legislators who had proposed stricter gun laws. The ever popular Wikipedia has information on that - four legislators were named, two were recalled.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colorado_recall_election,_2013
So, before the cries of "more gun control!" become too loud, stop and ask yourself, or your roomie, why, if it's so horrible, did the citizens of Colorado themselves fight back against more restrictive laws?
It is an interesting question. Colorado is not precisely a bastion of conservative thoughts and values. Heck! It was among the first states to legalize marijuana. For Heaven's sake, marijuana retailers hold Black Friday sales to attract new customers and offer Christmas gift sets.
http://www.9news.com/story/life/holiday/black-friday/2015/11/27/black-friday-pot-sales/76463526/
I don't get it, I really don't but because the State of Colorado has the laws that it does and the citizens of Colorado seem satisfied with them as they are, okay. I'll shrug and go about my business.
Now, for the sake of intellectual exercise and exploration, let's play pretend. What if the receptionist at Planned Parenthood was a hunter, someone with experience with firearms, comfortable in their use. What if that person, or someone else there, with the same background and experience as my fictional receptionist, had a gun available. What if one of my fictional people, or someone outside, was carrying a concealed handgun, loaded with none in the chamber and the safety engaged but ready to rock and roll if needed. What do you suppose might have happened?
Yes, there might have been equal or greater carnage. Or, maybe, the shooter would have had second thoughts before pulling to a stop in front of the clinic. Maybe he would have had second thoughts even before putting the rifle into his vehicle and putting the key into the ignition. Maybe he would have thought about it and decided not to do that. Or, maybe, that receptionist, or the real-life guy who was outside, sitting in his car who looked square into the shooter's eyes and ended up with injuries resulting from glass from his windshield exploding into the car when the shooter fired at him, could have stepped up and shot the creep dead before he had the chance to terrorize everyone in that clinic, or kill three people.
The idiot's motive(s) still aren't known. The cops have had him in custody for nearly twenty-four hours as I write this, and they still don't know what the idiot wanted or was doing. Suicide by cop, maybe? Or maybe his daughter went to that clinic, had a procedure and suffered some sort of medical complication and he was out for revenge? Who knows. I don't. The cops don't. Only the shooter knows and, apparently, he's not talking.
I don't advocate going back to the Wild West of the 1800's where handgun laws were non-existent. However, I do wonder what it might be like if those of us who legally own weapons weren't surrounded by ignorant people who don't recognize firearms for what they are. They're a tool. These people aren't stupid, they're ignorant. They fear what they don't understand.
I honestly think that if firearms classes were required, if everyone had to go through firearms training, including the safe handling of them, the fear of them would evaporate. Once fear evaporated, the ignorant people who now fear them might come to realize that guns, in and of themselves, are not bad or evil.
I remember once reading that certain civilizations in the Caribbean and South America fear having their picture taken. They think the image is a form of soul stealing. They fear cameras because they don't understand how they work.
It's the same thing when it comes to firearms. People who fear them don't understand how they work.
Granted, unless you beat someone over the head with a camera, pointing it at them won't cause physical harm. It can be argued that pointing a gun at someone won't cause physical harm either, and it won't. It requires the flexion of a finger against the trigger to cause the harm, just as it requires the flexion of a finger to take a picture.
As a personal anecdote, my sister was a very vocal anti-gun advocate until she was in her forties. Then, her friends introduced her to the man she eventually married - a hunter. The last time I saw her, she took me trap shooting and let me use her custom-fitted Purdy shotgun. A year later she and her husband flew down to Arizona and went through a firearms camp. The same camp the FBI and law enforcement agencies use for their advanced training courses. Her then boyfriend taught her, educated her, that firearms in and of themselves are not the problem. They're now married and she still goes shooting.
So, before we talk about still more gun control laws, which have been proved again and again and again don't work, how about talking about instituting gun education laws?
Just a little food for thought.
Best~
Philippa
Follow me on Twitter: https://twitter.com/PhilippaStories
What fascinates me is that a brief, cursory review of Colorado firearms law this morning shows a couple of gaping holes.
There is no waiting period, for instance. And the State of Colorado prohibits gun registration. Yes - the State of Colorado prohibits gun registration. You can find that for yourself, here: https://www.colorado.gov/pacific/csp/colorado-gun-laws That is the Official Colorado State Patrol website.
A couple of years ago, when legislators tried to tighten up the regulations, after Columbine, after the Aurora theater shooting, before this, the citizens of Colorado held a recall election against four legislators who had proposed stricter gun laws. The ever popular Wikipedia has information on that - four legislators were named, two were recalled.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colorado_recall_election,_2013
So, before the cries of "more gun control!" become too loud, stop and ask yourself, or your roomie, why, if it's so horrible, did the citizens of Colorado themselves fight back against more restrictive laws?
It is an interesting question. Colorado is not precisely a bastion of conservative thoughts and values. Heck! It was among the first states to legalize marijuana. For Heaven's sake, marijuana retailers hold Black Friday sales to attract new customers and offer Christmas gift sets.
http://www.9news.com/story/life/holiday/black-friday/2015/11/27/black-friday-pot-sales/76463526/
I don't get it, I really don't but because the State of Colorado has the laws that it does and the citizens of Colorado seem satisfied with them as they are, okay. I'll shrug and go about my business.
Now, for the sake of intellectual exercise and exploration, let's play pretend. What if the receptionist at Planned Parenthood was a hunter, someone with experience with firearms, comfortable in their use. What if that person, or someone else there, with the same background and experience as my fictional receptionist, had a gun available. What if one of my fictional people, or someone outside, was carrying a concealed handgun, loaded with none in the chamber and the safety engaged but ready to rock and roll if needed. What do you suppose might have happened?
Yes, there might have been equal or greater carnage. Or, maybe, the shooter would have had second thoughts before pulling to a stop in front of the clinic. Maybe he would have had second thoughts even before putting the rifle into his vehicle and putting the key into the ignition. Maybe he would have thought about it and decided not to do that. Or, maybe, that receptionist, or the real-life guy who was outside, sitting in his car who looked square into the shooter's eyes and ended up with injuries resulting from glass from his windshield exploding into the car when the shooter fired at him, could have stepped up and shot the creep dead before he had the chance to terrorize everyone in that clinic, or kill three people.
The idiot's motive(s) still aren't known. The cops have had him in custody for nearly twenty-four hours as I write this, and they still don't know what the idiot wanted or was doing. Suicide by cop, maybe? Or maybe his daughter went to that clinic, had a procedure and suffered some sort of medical complication and he was out for revenge? Who knows. I don't. The cops don't. Only the shooter knows and, apparently, he's not talking.
I don't advocate going back to the Wild West of the 1800's where handgun laws were non-existent. However, I do wonder what it might be like if those of us who legally own weapons weren't surrounded by ignorant people who don't recognize firearms for what they are. They're a tool. These people aren't stupid, they're ignorant. They fear what they don't understand.
I honestly think that if firearms classes were required, if everyone had to go through firearms training, including the safe handling of them, the fear of them would evaporate. Once fear evaporated, the ignorant people who now fear them might come to realize that guns, in and of themselves, are not bad or evil.
I remember once reading that certain civilizations in the Caribbean and South America fear having their picture taken. They think the image is a form of soul stealing. They fear cameras because they don't understand how they work.
It's the same thing when it comes to firearms. People who fear them don't understand how they work.
Granted, unless you beat someone over the head with a camera, pointing it at them won't cause physical harm. It can be argued that pointing a gun at someone won't cause physical harm either, and it won't. It requires the flexion of a finger against the trigger to cause the harm, just as it requires the flexion of a finger to take a picture.
As a personal anecdote, my sister was a very vocal anti-gun advocate until she was in her forties. Then, her friends introduced her to the man she eventually married - a hunter. The last time I saw her, she took me trap shooting and let me use her custom-fitted Purdy shotgun. A year later she and her husband flew down to Arizona and went through a firearms camp. The same camp the FBI and law enforcement agencies use for their advanced training courses. Her then boyfriend taught her, educated her, that firearms in and of themselves are not the problem. They're now married and she still goes shooting.
So, before we talk about still more gun control laws, which have been proved again and again and again don't work, how about talking about instituting gun education laws?
Just a little food for thought.
Best~
Philippa
Follow me on Twitter: https://twitter.com/PhilippaStories
Friday, November 27, 2015
Well, That Was Interesting
I hope you had a great Thanksgiving, surrounded by friends and family. That your turkey or whatever your family served was perfect, the sides were all delicious, and nothing and no one got out of control.
As is as much a tradition anymore as turkey and dressing, we watched football - accompanied by the yelling and screaming previously mentioned in my post of last Saturday.
Cam Newton and the Panthers are amazing - an 11-0 record, beating the Dallas Cowboys quite nicely.
In that game, it was upsetting to see Romo go down on the same shoulder that was broken a few weeks ago. He probably would have been better served by the docs, the trainers and the team ownership if they had given him even a couple of more weeks of rehab to rebuild the muscles and ensure the bone was fully healed. As it is, he went down, his wife was horrified - there was a camera shot of her, head down and crying - and the x-rays are inconclusive.
Later that evening was the flip-side of horrible. Brett Favre had his number retired at Lambeau Field and his childhood hero, Bart Starr, was on hand to celebrate with him. A really excellent moment - on Thanksgiving or not.
Closer to home we had a delicious dinner and then... Yeah. It seems there is almost always an 'and then' accompanied by the opening strains of Beethoven's Fifth - dadadaDA without the follow-on. In case you're not sure, here's the first movement - it's the first couple of bars I'm using as my horror movie warning theme:
Is it any wonder that some musical aficionados refer to that first movement as the "Fate motif"?
Anyway, I had misgivings when hubby came back from the store with a selection of items not on the shopping list. Five bottles of wine, a bottle of Bushmill's Irish Whisky, and two bottles of Drambuie. Anyone else see a problem here? And, hubby is a self-admitted alcoholic. He's been on the wagon for weeks and last night, he fell off - HARD. Really, really hard and he's in a world of hurt this morning.
Even though that's private information, it's something that's common enough among the general population that I'm not afraid to share.
I don't "drink". I indulge, in moderation, but know the signs quite well. When the tip of my nose and my lips get numb, I'm done. No more - just water please. Last night we shared two bottles of wine, with him drinking the lion's share - a glass-and-a-half+ to my one glass - and I was on the cusp. I thought (as in actively thought) about his offer of Bushmill's and decided to have a little. About a finger's worth, and that was enough. From there, I stopped.
And this is, I think, the difference between an "addictive" personality and a non-addictive personality. Hubby is the former. I am the latter. He says, because it's comforting for him to say, that I'm as much of an alcoholic as he is. But I'm not.
We shared the two bottles of wine, then he went to the Bushmill's. He had a glass of that, then decided to add some Drambuie and see how that went down. Another glass of whisky with the Drambuie and... wham. Instant inebriation and it wasn't pretty.
If he had not brought the liquor home last night I would have been a touch, but no more than a touch, disappointed. After all, what's a nice dinner without a little wine? But why on Earth he had to bring home more than a bottle or two is beyond me.
We had chicken for dinner, so a nice dry chardonnay or a crisp sauvignon blanc would have gone well, with a slightly fruity wine for "dessert" - and that would have been enough. What possessed him to buy any more is a mystery to me, and one I'm not allowed to explore. I've tried to explore it and have been routinely slapped down hard for my efforts.
Even last night, when he pulled the Bushmill's from the freezer (which is where he likes to keep it, so it's nice and cold), I asked, "Are you sure?" and he said with practiced joviality, "What's your problem?" My problem.
It's my problem because I can't help but wonder why he's doing this to himself. My problem because if I had said one syllable more he would have lost his temper and told me to 'shut up', or words to that effect. My problem because this morning he's going to be in a bear of a mood and caring for his mother will fall to me. Which is fine, really, but she's fussy and particular and she will fret and fuss and ask a million questions for which I mostly have no answers.
The 'where's * son *' is easy. He's in bed, sick as a dog and hungover. It's after nine o'clock in the morning and he's in bed and will probably be in bed until 10:30 or later.
'What's wrong with him?' is easy, too. She was there. She saw some of the aftermath - the stumbling and staggering and slurring. She didn't see or hear the upstairs bit, but that's just as well.
However, there are a plethora of other questions she might ask, for which I have no answer. Things like, 'why did he drink so much?' Well, yes, I could answer that question. Because he's an alcoholic with all the self-control of a seven-year old left alone with Bill Gates's credit line in a Toys-R-Us. But, for domestic peace, it's better I don't get into that. There are too many potential answers, none of them good.
At six-thirty last evening he announced he was going upstairs, to bed. She followed about a minute later, announcing her intent and going into the bathroom.
In the living room, I turned her bed down, adjusted it (it's got a motorized mechanism that raises the head), got her water, did the lights - bright lights so she can find her way from bed to bath and back in the middle of the night. At seven I was left alone in the family room.
Honestly? It was pretty nice. No blaring television. I turned the volume down and changed the station to the internet radio station I prefer (kdfc.com - all classical, all the time with no ads, just announcements because it's a publicly funded station). Then I spent a couple of hours relaxing and letting the peace of the house steal over me. At nine I went up to bed and was settled in, after getting Sam taken care of, at nine-thirty.
This morning I'm a little drowsy, but no more than that. I finished my whisky and started in on water, and stayed on water all night. Had some more this morning, so I'm in fine shape.
Later today I'll head out and do the errands - after the Black Friday madness has a chance to calm a bit. I don't have to go to any of the malls, thank God. Just to Costco and PetSmart and Safeway or Raley's. Typical errands but I have to do them today because Sam's out of cat food as of this afternoon and if I'm heading across town to do that, I might as well stay across town and do the Costco run. Safeway and Raley's are both between here and there, so it's just another stop in my trip. Easy-peasy and then I'll be done with errands for the weekend.
So - there's a window into my world on the day after Thanksgiving. I do hope that yours was more pleasant, less dramatic and full of satisfaction and great memory makers.
Have a lovely day today, too, okay?
Best~
Philippa
Follow me on Twitter: https://twitter.com/PhilippaStories
As is as much a tradition anymore as turkey and dressing, we watched football - accompanied by the yelling and screaming previously mentioned in my post of last Saturday.
Cam Newton and the Panthers are amazing - an 11-0 record, beating the Dallas Cowboys quite nicely.
In that game, it was upsetting to see Romo go down on the same shoulder that was broken a few weeks ago. He probably would have been better served by the docs, the trainers and the team ownership if they had given him even a couple of more weeks of rehab to rebuild the muscles and ensure the bone was fully healed. As it is, he went down, his wife was horrified - there was a camera shot of her, head down and crying - and the x-rays are inconclusive.
Later that evening was the flip-side of horrible. Brett Favre had his number retired at Lambeau Field and his childhood hero, Bart Starr, was on hand to celebrate with him. A really excellent moment - on Thanksgiving or not.
Closer to home we had a delicious dinner and then... Yeah. It seems there is almost always an 'and then' accompanied by the opening strains of Beethoven's Fifth - dadadaDA without the follow-on. In case you're not sure, here's the first movement - it's the first couple of bars I'm using as my horror movie warning theme:
Is it any wonder that some musical aficionados refer to that first movement as the "Fate motif"?
Anyway, I had misgivings when hubby came back from the store with a selection of items not on the shopping list. Five bottles of wine, a bottle of Bushmill's Irish Whisky, and two bottles of Drambuie. Anyone else see a problem here? And, hubby is a self-admitted alcoholic. He's been on the wagon for weeks and last night, he fell off - HARD. Really, really hard and he's in a world of hurt this morning.
Even though that's private information, it's something that's common enough among the general population that I'm not afraid to share.
I don't "drink". I indulge, in moderation, but know the signs quite well. When the tip of my nose and my lips get numb, I'm done. No more - just water please. Last night we shared two bottles of wine, with him drinking the lion's share - a glass-and-a-half+ to my one glass - and I was on the cusp. I thought (as in actively thought) about his offer of Bushmill's and decided to have a little. About a finger's worth, and that was enough. From there, I stopped.
And this is, I think, the difference between an "addictive" personality and a non-addictive personality. Hubby is the former. I am the latter. He says, because it's comforting for him to say, that I'm as much of an alcoholic as he is. But I'm not.
We shared the two bottles of wine, then he went to the Bushmill's. He had a glass of that, then decided to add some Drambuie and see how that went down. Another glass of whisky with the Drambuie and... wham. Instant inebriation and it wasn't pretty.
If he had not brought the liquor home last night I would have been a touch, but no more than a touch, disappointed. After all, what's a nice dinner without a little wine? But why on Earth he had to bring home more than a bottle or two is beyond me.
We had chicken for dinner, so a nice dry chardonnay or a crisp sauvignon blanc would have gone well, with a slightly fruity wine for "dessert" - and that would have been enough. What possessed him to buy any more is a mystery to me, and one I'm not allowed to explore. I've tried to explore it and have been routinely slapped down hard for my efforts.
Even last night, when he pulled the Bushmill's from the freezer (which is where he likes to keep it, so it's nice and cold), I asked, "Are you sure?" and he said with practiced joviality, "What's your problem?" My problem.
It's my problem because I can't help but wonder why he's doing this to himself. My problem because if I had said one syllable more he would have lost his temper and told me to 'shut up', or words to that effect. My problem because this morning he's going to be in a bear of a mood and caring for his mother will fall to me. Which is fine, really, but she's fussy and particular and she will fret and fuss and ask a million questions for which I mostly have no answers.
The 'where's * son *' is easy. He's in bed, sick as a dog and hungover. It's after nine o'clock in the morning and he's in bed and will probably be in bed until 10:30 or later.
'What's wrong with him?' is easy, too. She was there. She saw some of the aftermath - the stumbling and staggering and slurring. She didn't see or hear the upstairs bit, but that's just as well.
However, there are a plethora of other questions she might ask, for which I have no answer. Things like, 'why did he drink so much?' Well, yes, I could answer that question. Because he's an alcoholic with all the self-control of a seven-year old left alone with Bill Gates's credit line in a Toys-R-Us. But, for domestic peace, it's better I don't get into that. There are too many potential answers, none of them good.
At six-thirty last evening he announced he was going upstairs, to bed. She followed about a minute later, announcing her intent and going into the bathroom.
In the living room, I turned her bed down, adjusted it (it's got a motorized mechanism that raises the head), got her water, did the lights - bright lights so she can find her way from bed to bath and back in the middle of the night. At seven I was left alone in the family room.
Honestly? It was pretty nice. No blaring television. I turned the volume down and changed the station to the internet radio station I prefer (kdfc.com - all classical, all the time with no ads, just announcements because it's a publicly funded station). Then I spent a couple of hours relaxing and letting the peace of the house steal over me. At nine I went up to bed and was settled in, after getting Sam taken care of, at nine-thirty.
This morning I'm a little drowsy, but no more than that. I finished my whisky and started in on water, and stayed on water all night. Had some more this morning, so I'm in fine shape.
Later today I'll head out and do the errands - after the Black Friday madness has a chance to calm a bit. I don't have to go to any of the malls, thank God. Just to Costco and PetSmart and Safeway or Raley's. Typical errands but I have to do them today because Sam's out of cat food as of this afternoon and if I'm heading across town to do that, I might as well stay across town and do the Costco run. Safeway and Raley's are both between here and there, so it's just another stop in my trip. Easy-peasy and then I'll be done with errands for the weekend.
So - there's a window into my world on the day after Thanksgiving. I do hope that yours was more pleasant, less dramatic and full of satisfaction and great memory makers.
Have a lovely day today, too, okay?
Best~
Philippa
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Wednesday, November 25, 2015
The Day Before Thanksgiving - Want & Have & Need
This morning I was over on WriteOn for a few minutes and one of the moderators asked us to post why we're thankful and, as always, there is much to appreciate.
Family
Friends
Health
Home
Job
Enough to eat
Clothes to wear
Coffee in the morning and a bed at night
My cat
My car
My writing and the simple pleasure I get from life.
I have a lot to give thanks for today, yesterday, tomorrow, next week and every day. Even when Life steps in and throws a spanner into the works, tossing me things that aren't fun or nice or easy I can always find something for which to say thanks. All it takes is practice and determination. That's why I call it picking flowers among the rubble.
When life collapses around my ears, as it does from time to time, there's rubble - a debris field that is sized based on the scope of the calamity. But even then, even among that debris, there are bright spots. It just takes practice to find them.
I know that in some ways, to some people, I'm "lucky". No. Not really. I've worked hard for what I have.
I have a house that's in desperate need of repair. On our block we are the decrepit place everyone else shakes their head over. But it is a house. It stands upright and does what it's supposed to do.
Now, would I like to fix it up? Hell yeah! Hubby doesn't, and that's the sticking point.
If I had my way we would throw money into it - and he promises we will, "someday". Unfortunately for him, after thirty-four years of marriage when he says "someday" I know it's really "never-ever-ever-ever-ever-not on your life!" So the house will probably reach a point where it collapses under its own weight before he does anything. But, for the time being, it is standing and it is doing what it's supposed to do for us.
I drive an older car. A 2005 model with more than 130,000 miles on the odometer. It gets me where I need to go. I maintain it, and it does what it's supposed to do, so it's okay.
My family is limited and shrinking, but I am not looking at that. I am looking forward. Sometimes that's the best thing to do. Sometimes that's the only thing to do.
Those who know me know that I do not live a charmed life. I have shared some of my "stuff" with people I trust, and it's those people who I rely on to provide a silver lining when things are bleak. Even if they don't know or appreciate it directly, just the fact that they're there and I can share some of the weight of the not-so-happy things with them is a huge help.
So my house isn't something out of Home Beautiful or Architectural Digest and I have some other not-so-great stuff in my life.
I like my job. It's a good job with a good deal of variety. It's not overly taxing. I'm not taking worries and cares home with me when I leave at night. I'm not in a position where I'm going to get a 2:00 am phone call that something went wrong and I have to get up and come in. I earn enough to keep myself away from the precipice of unpaid bills and past due invoices. It will never make me rich, but it's enough, and that's good because it's all I need.
There's a key right there: how much do you need? It's not how much do I or you or anyone else want, because we all want stuff.
I want to be paid more for what I do. Unfortunately, what I do doesn't have the value to the company for which I work to justify the gap between what I earn and what I want to earn.
I want to drive a newer car, one with fewer miles and more gadgets. The car that I have is perfectly adequate to the job, though. It gets me from here to there and back again safely, so why do I need more than that?
I want my house to be nicer, to be painted with new siding and a new roof, new carpet and new furniture, new window coverings (NOT BLINDS!!!) and new paint. Do I need those things? No. I have walls that are painted and carpet on the floor and furniture to sit on and all of the fundamentals.
It's a matter of separating Want from Need and identifying the fulfilled needs and being grateful for that. That's where I come from, anyway.
To some people the Want is bigger than the Have that fulfills the Need, and I think that's why people are unhappy.
Some people genuinely don't have what they need, even the basics, and that's where the rubber really hits the road. That's where the rest of us have to step in, to offer up the extras in our lives to those people who truly don't have wants because their needs loom so large.
Even I have extras in my life. There aren't many of them, but I have some and those my hubby and I will give up.
We donate a few times a year. Not much, but some. Right now, for instance, we have a garage full of toys and some clothes and books and some other things. They're not really necessities because we're using the necessities ourselves, but they're extras and if the Goodwill or Salvation Army or St. Vincent de Paul Society can use them, sell them and earn some money to do something for someone else, that's all good.
So I think it's a good question. What are you thankful for today? Do you have what you need or are you too focused on what you want to appreciate what you have?
Me? I'm happy, thank you. And grateful because I have what I need and I'm pretty much satisfied with that. I hope you are, too.
Have a lovely day.
Best~
Philippa
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Family
Friends
Health
Home
Job
Enough to eat
Clothes to wear
Coffee in the morning and a bed at night
My cat
My car
My writing and the simple pleasure I get from life.
I have a lot to give thanks for today, yesterday, tomorrow, next week and every day. Even when Life steps in and throws a spanner into the works, tossing me things that aren't fun or nice or easy I can always find something for which to say thanks. All it takes is practice and determination. That's why I call it picking flowers among the rubble.
When life collapses around my ears, as it does from time to time, there's rubble - a debris field that is sized based on the scope of the calamity. But even then, even among that debris, there are bright spots. It just takes practice to find them.
I know that in some ways, to some people, I'm "lucky". No. Not really. I've worked hard for what I have.
I have a house that's in desperate need of repair. On our block we are the decrepit place everyone else shakes their head over. But it is a house. It stands upright and does what it's supposed to do.
Now, would I like to fix it up? Hell yeah! Hubby doesn't, and that's the sticking point.
If I had my way we would throw money into it - and he promises we will, "someday". Unfortunately for him, after thirty-four years of marriage when he says "someday" I know it's really "never-ever-ever-ever-ever-not on your life!" So the house will probably reach a point where it collapses under its own weight before he does anything. But, for the time being, it is standing and it is doing what it's supposed to do for us.
I drive an older car. A 2005 model with more than 130,000 miles on the odometer. It gets me where I need to go. I maintain it, and it does what it's supposed to do, so it's okay.
My family is limited and shrinking, but I am not looking at that. I am looking forward. Sometimes that's the best thing to do. Sometimes that's the only thing to do.
Those who know me know that I do not live a charmed life. I have shared some of my "stuff" with people I trust, and it's those people who I rely on to provide a silver lining when things are bleak. Even if they don't know or appreciate it directly, just the fact that they're there and I can share some of the weight of the not-so-happy things with them is a huge help.
So my house isn't something out of Home Beautiful or Architectural Digest and I have some other not-so-great stuff in my life.
I like my job. It's a good job with a good deal of variety. It's not overly taxing. I'm not taking worries and cares home with me when I leave at night. I'm not in a position where I'm going to get a 2:00 am phone call that something went wrong and I have to get up and come in. I earn enough to keep myself away from the precipice of unpaid bills and past due invoices. It will never make me rich, but it's enough, and that's good because it's all I need.
There's a key right there: how much do you need? It's not how much do I or you or anyone else want, because we all want stuff.
I want to be paid more for what I do. Unfortunately, what I do doesn't have the value to the company for which I work to justify the gap between what I earn and what I want to earn.
I want to drive a newer car, one with fewer miles and more gadgets. The car that I have is perfectly adequate to the job, though. It gets me from here to there and back again safely, so why do I need more than that?
I want my house to be nicer, to be painted with new siding and a new roof, new carpet and new furniture, new window coverings (NOT BLINDS!!!) and new paint. Do I need those things? No. I have walls that are painted and carpet on the floor and furniture to sit on and all of the fundamentals.
It's a matter of separating Want from Need and identifying the fulfilled needs and being grateful for that. That's where I come from, anyway.
To some people the Want is bigger than the Have that fulfills the Need, and I think that's why people are unhappy.
Some people genuinely don't have what they need, even the basics, and that's where the rubber really hits the road. That's where the rest of us have to step in, to offer up the extras in our lives to those people who truly don't have wants because their needs loom so large.
Even I have extras in my life. There aren't many of them, but I have some and those my hubby and I will give up.
We donate a few times a year. Not much, but some. Right now, for instance, we have a garage full of toys and some clothes and books and some other things. They're not really necessities because we're using the necessities ourselves, but they're extras and if the Goodwill or Salvation Army or St. Vincent de Paul Society can use them, sell them and earn some money to do something for someone else, that's all good.
So I think it's a good question. What are you thankful for today? Do you have what you need or are you too focused on what you want to appreciate what you have?
Me? I'm happy, thank you. And grateful because I have what I need and I'm pretty much satisfied with that. I hope you are, too.
Have a lovely day.
Best~
Philippa
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Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Kitty Landmines & Falling Leaves
This is Sam. He's my almost nineteen year old kitty. He leaves little landmines for me overnight. Which is one of the reasons we lock him in a spare bedroom at night. I love him anyway.
At nineteen - or about ninety-two in people years - he has a right to be a bit crotchety and forgetful. He's skinny to the point of bones and skin. His joints don't work like they used to, and neither does anything else. I also suspect that, because of his age and how things don't work properly as we get older, he's not as quick off the mark when the need arises. Or, he has trouble getting the right angle on things in a time of need.
So, I don't mind, really. He did it yesterday. He did it this morning. He may do it again tomorrow. But I know his time is short. He's old.
On the plus side of the ledger today, we got a hefty dose of rain and about a billion leaves fell off the Sycamore trees in front of our building. They're not yet dry enough or worn out enough to be soft. Walking down the street a little while ago, I felt like a kid again. No matter how I lifted my feet, unless I wanted to look like Peter Robin from the Pooh stories, I scuffled and shuffled and made a lot of noise. It was fun. Just like I was a kid. Is this second childhood?
Other things are playing out around me. The weather is key because I do like rain. I like the way it sounds and smells, the feel of the soft air and the crispness of the season.
At work I've tossed my hat into a ring and now I'm waiting to see if it gets tossed back. Initial signs are favorable, but the final decision won't be made for a few months and much can happen between now and then.
I also tossed two of my hats into the ring of a potential publisher for two of my stories. One got tossed back posthaste with a very nice 'thanks but no thanks' note. I haven't heard on the other one so, who knows. Another case of time will tell and I have the time, so I'll keep plugging away and plan on a different course for the one rejected.
That's part and parcel of writing to be published, though. You work your tail off creating the best story you can create but if it's not what the market is looking for just then, forget it. The one that got tossed back isn't what's 'hot' at this time. It may be again, but it's not now.
The other is an erotic romance story with humor and hot scenes and all sorts of stuff to make it interesting. This is what's 'hot' - in more ways than one - right now, so perhaps this will garner interest. At least it hasn't been rejected and, if it is, I'll shop it to a couple of other houses. If it gets tossed out there, I'll self-publish it.
I read through it again last night - all of it - and found only a few things to fix and tweak to fill in a couple of holes. A few punctuation misses. A couple of minor details and one straggler of a detail that needed removing (a scene that's no longer in the story has a passing reference that might be confusing). More details to be added - how did the men pursuing my heroine know where she was? Oh! A miniature GPS transceiver - available from many sources for cheap and only about the size of a quarter. Easily concealable in an item of clothing.
The biggest thing for me on this story though is getting the sequel going again. I've got one started. I'm about a third of the way through it and don't even have a title for it yet, but I know how it ends (I think, unless something changes). I'd like to have that completed before the first book is out so that it can follow in a timely manner and be of equal quality.
Would you think I'm weird if I say that I almost hope this publisher does send another 'thanks but no thanks' letter?
I don't think he will, though. I think, maybe, I got through round one and am in the running to go before the editorial board for consideration. If that's the case, I'll get a note asking for a sample of the story. Or maybe they'll ask for a synopsis. Which is the second bane of a writer's existence.
It's both harder and easier than the back-of-the-book blurb because it's longer, but without telling the story you have to provide the arc.
How does the story start? What's its middle and end? Usually in less than a few hundred words. They can, however, be extremely helpful in identifying problems in a plot.
When I first wrote a synopsis for 'Genevieve's Piano', I realized I had a Grand Canyon of a hole in the plot. Jean's husband wasn't developed enough to be integral to the plot - yet he was supposed to be. It led me back to draw him in 3D, to make him live and breathe as much as Jean and Win. What was his motivation? Why did he do the things he did? Like beat her into a coma that nearly killed her in the opening paragraphs.
So there is good and there is not so good and then there are landmines. And not all of those are left by kitties.
Tomorrow I "get" to spend a few hours doing crafty stuff. Taking glue and glitter and putting them together on Christmas ornaments for our company's Holiday party.
Digging ditches? I like doing that better than crafty things.
Fixing fences? I like doing that better than crafty things.
Scrubbing floors? I like doing that better than I like crafty things.
There are all sorts of stuff that I like doing - but not crafty things. They're too 'fiddly' and don't permit for large movements - like swinging a pick-axe or wielding a shovel or spade or hammer. Even scrubbing floors allows large movements - sweeping movements as you swish the brush across the floor.
But, I volunteered. Not for this, not specifically, but for the party in general and this is part of the party in general that I roped myself into. Stupid. I should know better. Oh well. This too shall pass as all things do and something else will come along.
In the meantime there are my stories and my hope that someone will like something I've written and will pick it up and read it and suggest it to friends and around it will go. Which means that right now, I should get back to writing.
Have a lovely day - enjoy the leaves and watch out for landmines!
Best~
Philippa
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Monday, November 23, 2015
Seven Year Old Time
Do you remember when you were a kid, and an hour actually was an hour? It was a lo-nnng time. Long enough that days seemed to last for a day, not a minute or two.
That was how my day was yesterday, and it was lovely! I was amazed at how nice it felt to look at the clock, expecting to see it was around ten but finding it was only eight. Then looking again, hours later, to find it was just ten.
I kept expecting it to speed up, to hit "normal" speed in the grup world where a minute lasts about a second (unless something bad is happening when that minute becomes ten seconds). But it didn't. All day and all evening time moved at a stately pace and I was thrilled.
I edited about ten chapters of 'Shady'. Not just edited, but read and tweaked and re-read and refined. I went back farther than where I wanted to actually start working, to make sure the transition from what I had to what I was creating would be seamless. It is. I've added a "spoiler" to Melanie's happy time. I've brought the story to where I wanted it to be, and have modified it a bit. I'm still not entirely happy, but it is better than it was.
From more than 122,000 words on Friday I'm down to 117,000 - even fewer than I was yesterday even though I've added detail and a few other things. The fat is being rendered and the roast is coming along nicely.
I also tweaked the blurb I wrote in preparation for submitting it this week. Sticking a fork in it on Saturday, I discovered it wasn't quite done, so I messed with it a bit and it's better. Now I have to see what's needed / expected and then decide if what I have will work, or if it needs work.
On top of all of that, this is a short work week here in the States. Thanksgiving is Thursday and our company (as most do) is closed on Friday - so I'll have a four day weekend to write and edit and fix and tweak and mess with my story. At the rate I'm going, I may beat the end of January deadline I've set for myself by five or six weeks. If I'm lucky.
Of course, I want to get through this pass, then do another. The end of the story has got to be as strong and well-refined as the beginning, and that's almost harder than writing the thing in the first place.
When I was participating in Authonomy, before it shut down last summer, everyone would read and comment on the first few chapters of a story. Because of that focus and attention, the first chapters always were the strongest - you got feedback on every little detail, all from different perspectives, and adjusted based on what was said and suggested.
The rest of the book would pretty much just lie there, unread and unloved. Personally, the vast majority of the books were okay but in my time there I never once found anything on which I would willingly spend my money. I'm too picky and most writing today is, in my opinion, lazy.
With the ease of self-publishing, the ability to publish a mediocre story at the press of a few buttons, there isn't a striving for real quality.
For instance, there's a book that's just been selected by Kindle Scout for publication, and it's a head scratcher to me. In my opinion it is, at best, mediocre writing.
The entire first chapter is pointless. It adds nothing to the story - nothing to the plot, nothing of merit to the main character, and the secondary character in that chapter isn't more than mentioned another time or two throughout the remainder of the book. Why is he there in the first place?
It also breaks about every rule of good writing there is for an opening scene.
The book (I won't say the story) opens with the first line about a barking dog. Okay... and then what? It's not explained. This is the first line of the book and that dog evaporates without explanation. Why is it there?
The main character wakes up. Big deal. So did I, this morning and yesterday and the day before. That is not an Earth-shattering event because there's nothing else going on. She opens her eyes and achieves awareness. Yippity-skippity.
The blackout curtains aren't as good as advertised. So what? What has that detail got to do with anything else in the story?
She's in bed with a man whom she neither likes nor loves. In the bathroom, which is about the most interesting thing that's happened so far, she has an internal soliloquy about how many times she's found herself in bed with him. Now there's a bright and shining light for the women's movement. The stereotypical woman who can't make up her mind about a man.
And, when that's all said and done, that scene has zero to do with the rest of the story which is about the apparent disappearance of this woman's younger sister. The first part that has to do with the actual storyline is when the main character walks out of work and finds her father waiting for her. He looks scruffy - not like his usual self, and isn't at work, not like his usual self. That's where the story really starts and all that came before is nothing but styrofoam packing.
This drives me NUTS! The book has the potential to be a much better story - if the opening had to do with the rest of the story.
Honestly, if that first chapter were taken out completely the only one who would notice would be the author. It's a darling, pure and simple.
Further, in the draft that I read, the male characters were no better than stick figures. They were mentioned in off-hand terms and, because of the casualness of how they were handled, they didn't even have enough depth or interest to qualify as cardboard cut-outs. They did not stand up off the plane of the page and "feel" as if they might be real people.
Yet this kind of writing qualifies as "publishable". What makes it "publishable" is, almost exclusively, because it's going to be an e-book and the author self-promoted and got a lot of friends to back it. None of that makes the story good. It was just pushed harder than the others.
Once it hits the shelves, assuming it makes it into print, I doubt it's going to go anywhere. There are just too many flaws, in my opinion. I certainly wouldn't buy it - not based on that first chapter or on most of the rest of it I read. It isn't interesting enough to me, although the premise has potential.
Now I am not saying that mine is better, because I don't know that it is. But I am trying to make it better, to make it more interesting and to make all of my characters, primary and secondary, interesting and better than cardboard. That's why I'm laboring over this so hard. I put the first half of it up on Write On back in September, and I haven't added anything to it in weeks. Primarily because I am rewriting much of it - tightening it up and killing my darlings.
And this, my critique of this other person's story, is why I don't write reviews. I'm too brutal, too demanding from the standpoint of a consumer.
Several months ago when I was participating in a "critique" group, I commented on another person's writing and got blasted for it. In that story, there were so many plot holes I could well have been spelunking through a cave system someplace. I pointed them out, honestly and without much in the way of cushioning because that's how I am - and how I prefer to have my own writing critiqued. That did not go down well.
I heard from another member of the group, privately, and was pretty well told that I was too harsh. Perhaps so, but that message didn't change my opinion. All it did was make me drop out of the group. I can't do squishy reviews. I can't do ambivalent critiques. Not about writing and its quality.
So, now that I've written what I have about this story, which may be recognized by someone reading this post, I'll probably get smacked for saying what I have, but I'm not going to retract this because it's one person's opinion. Mine. And I'm entitled to it.
Now, with that said, I'm going to go back to building my world, to killing my darlings and getting my characters up, standing on their own two feet.
Have a lovely day!
Best~
Philippa
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That was how my day was yesterday, and it was lovely! I was amazed at how nice it felt to look at the clock, expecting to see it was around ten but finding it was only eight. Then looking again, hours later, to find it was just ten.
I kept expecting it to speed up, to hit "normal" speed in the grup world where a minute lasts about a second (unless something bad is happening when that minute becomes ten seconds). But it didn't. All day and all evening time moved at a stately pace and I was thrilled.
I edited about ten chapters of 'Shady'. Not just edited, but read and tweaked and re-read and refined. I went back farther than where I wanted to actually start working, to make sure the transition from what I had to what I was creating would be seamless. It is. I've added a "spoiler" to Melanie's happy time. I've brought the story to where I wanted it to be, and have modified it a bit. I'm still not entirely happy, but it is better than it was.
From more than 122,000 words on Friday I'm down to 117,000 - even fewer than I was yesterday even though I've added detail and a few other things. The fat is being rendered and the roast is coming along nicely.
I also tweaked the blurb I wrote in preparation for submitting it this week. Sticking a fork in it on Saturday, I discovered it wasn't quite done, so I messed with it a bit and it's better. Now I have to see what's needed / expected and then decide if what I have will work, or if it needs work.
On top of all of that, this is a short work week here in the States. Thanksgiving is Thursday and our company (as most do) is closed on Friday - so I'll have a four day weekend to write and edit and fix and tweak and mess with my story. At the rate I'm going, I may beat the end of January deadline I've set for myself by five or six weeks. If I'm lucky.
Of course, I want to get through this pass, then do another. The end of the story has got to be as strong and well-refined as the beginning, and that's almost harder than writing the thing in the first place.
When I was participating in Authonomy, before it shut down last summer, everyone would read and comment on the first few chapters of a story. Because of that focus and attention, the first chapters always were the strongest - you got feedback on every little detail, all from different perspectives, and adjusted based on what was said and suggested.
The rest of the book would pretty much just lie there, unread and unloved. Personally, the vast majority of the books were okay but in my time there I never once found anything on which I would willingly spend my money. I'm too picky and most writing today is, in my opinion, lazy.
With the ease of self-publishing, the ability to publish a mediocre story at the press of a few buttons, there isn't a striving for real quality.
For instance, there's a book that's just been selected by Kindle Scout for publication, and it's a head scratcher to me. In my opinion it is, at best, mediocre writing.
The entire first chapter is pointless. It adds nothing to the story - nothing to the plot, nothing of merit to the main character, and the secondary character in that chapter isn't more than mentioned another time or two throughout the remainder of the book. Why is he there in the first place?
It also breaks about every rule of good writing there is for an opening scene.
The book (I won't say the story) opens with the first line about a barking dog. Okay... and then what? It's not explained. This is the first line of the book and that dog evaporates without explanation. Why is it there?
The main character wakes up. Big deal. So did I, this morning and yesterday and the day before. That is not an Earth-shattering event because there's nothing else going on. She opens her eyes and achieves awareness. Yippity-skippity.
The blackout curtains aren't as good as advertised. So what? What has that detail got to do with anything else in the story?
She's in bed with a man whom she neither likes nor loves. In the bathroom, which is about the most interesting thing that's happened so far, she has an internal soliloquy about how many times she's found herself in bed with him. Now there's a bright and shining light for the women's movement. The stereotypical woman who can't make up her mind about a man.
And, when that's all said and done, that scene has zero to do with the rest of the story which is about the apparent disappearance of this woman's younger sister. The first part that has to do with the actual storyline is when the main character walks out of work and finds her father waiting for her. He looks scruffy - not like his usual self, and isn't at work, not like his usual self. That's where the story really starts and all that came before is nothing but styrofoam packing.
This drives me NUTS! The book has the potential to be a much better story - if the opening had to do with the rest of the story.
Honestly, if that first chapter were taken out completely the only one who would notice would be the author. It's a darling, pure and simple.
Further, in the draft that I read, the male characters were no better than stick figures. They were mentioned in off-hand terms and, because of the casualness of how they were handled, they didn't even have enough depth or interest to qualify as cardboard cut-outs. They did not stand up off the plane of the page and "feel" as if they might be real people.
Yet this kind of writing qualifies as "publishable". What makes it "publishable" is, almost exclusively, because it's going to be an e-book and the author self-promoted and got a lot of friends to back it. None of that makes the story good. It was just pushed harder than the others.
Once it hits the shelves, assuming it makes it into print, I doubt it's going to go anywhere. There are just too many flaws, in my opinion. I certainly wouldn't buy it - not based on that first chapter or on most of the rest of it I read. It isn't interesting enough to me, although the premise has potential.
Now I am not saying that mine is better, because I don't know that it is. But I am trying to make it better, to make it more interesting and to make all of my characters, primary and secondary, interesting and better than cardboard. That's why I'm laboring over this so hard. I put the first half of it up on Write On back in September, and I haven't added anything to it in weeks. Primarily because I am rewriting much of it - tightening it up and killing my darlings.
And this, my critique of this other person's story, is why I don't write reviews. I'm too brutal, too demanding from the standpoint of a consumer.
Several months ago when I was participating in a "critique" group, I commented on another person's writing and got blasted for it. In that story, there were so many plot holes I could well have been spelunking through a cave system someplace. I pointed them out, honestly and without much in the way of cushioning because that's how I am - and how I prefer to have my own writing critiqued. That did not go down well.
I heard from another member of the group, privately, and was pretty well told that I was too harsh. Perhaps so, but that message didn't change my opinion. All it did was make me drop out of the group. I can't do squishy reviews. I can't do ambivalent critiques. Not about writing and its quality.
So, now that I've written what I have about this story, which may be recognized by someone reading this post, I'll probably get smacked for saying what I have, but I'm not going to retract this because it's one person's opinion. Mine. And I'm entitled to it.
Now, with that said, I'm going to go back to building my world, to killing my darlings and getting my characters up, standing on their own two feet.
Have a lovely day!
Best~
Philippa
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Sunday, November 22, 2015
I'm Biting My Tongue Out of Respect
In the writer's community there is a phrase that's not, in the current timeline given recent events, really nice or politically correct. It's what I'm doing this weekend, though, and it is a common phrase, so here we go: I am killing darlings.
These are the things a writer creates. They have meaning, perhaps a special charm or favorite flavor but they are things not integral to telling a good story. Putting them down on paper the writer feels clever, excited by them. Then, when it comes time to edit, to slash and burn to distill the tale down to its best, those darlings are in the way. They're taking up valuable real estate, adding whipped cream to the pumpkin pie of the story.
That, by the way, is purely a seasonal reference. I cannot abide pumpkin pie. The flavor and texture of it makes me want to hurl cookies and stuff.
So, the whipped cream is mostly air with sweet flavoring, nothing of substance. It's what's underneath that has body and meaning. The whipped cream darlings are there, sweet and light and covering up the substance. I'm in the process of scraping off the whipped cream, getting down to the substance.
This is a hard thing to do. Think about that moment with your child, any one of them where you know that what's happening is good or necessary or what the child wants but you don't want it. You want to step in, to protect them.
A moment like that was when my baby daughter had to have a throat swab to make sure she didn't have strep. She was a determined little thing and she wasn't going to let that doctor anywhere close to her with that cotton-tipped thing-a-ma-roo. She fought and struggled so hard that he finally called in a nurse and the nurse and I had to hold her down so the doctor could get those little cells from the inside of her mouth. It was horrific, and it still - the better part of a quarter-of-a-century later - makes me cringe to think of it, but it was necessary.
That's what it feels like as a writer when it comes time to scrape the whipped cream.
My story was, as of Friday evening, well over 122,000 words. That's a lot of words. As of today, right now, it's down to a little over 117,000 words. Almost all of them with substance and meaning. There are still some that are fluff and not strictly necessary, but the majority of what's left behind where I am, are better than they were.
I still have a lot to do. I'm about three-quarters of the way through my book and I know there's a lot of good stuff ahead, but even more fluff, so there is still a lot of work. But, my goal is to finish this story, to get it in good enough shape that by January I could proudly publish it if I want to. At the rate I'm going, I'll be in time for that. I might even have time to do another pass, and kill off a few more of those whipped cream puffs.
The next bit gets really interesting, too. Melanie, my MC, has just confronted her husband and told him she's divorcing him. Coming up, she falls under investigation for murder because he dies. Of course she has an airtight alibi, but I'm trying to think of a way that I might make it a bit less airtight. We'll see. That's part of the fun of writing. For me, anyway.
So what am I missing while I sit here, inside on a beautiful autumn day? Blue skies, warm-ish temps, falling leaves and grubbing around in the mud. Because we had rain, we now have weeds. Lots of them. The little beggars are coming up all over the beds where we had the trees taken out. I think the cypress sap had some sort of anti-veg properties. We sometimes got weeds, but nothing like what I'm seeing out there, now. Now, it's a blanket of green. Which is pretty but a right nuisance when it comes time to get down and dirty with them - ripping them out without mercy, roots and all.
Well, we'll see what happens. There are a lot of things that might happen. One of them is that hubby might actually be convinced that the rotting fence that's leaning like a drunken sailor really does need to be replaced. Actually, he does know that it needs it. He just doesn't want to pay for it. I'm not sure what he's waiting for, unless he wants to see if the thing really will fall over. Once the fence does get replaced - before or after it collapses - he's promised to lay down landscape fabric and then pile rocks on top. That's nice. Kind of.
The fabric and rocks do keep the weeds down, but nothing grows. Then he's talking about taking out the back lawn and laying down a patio. Which will give our backyard all the appeal of a parking lot. That's what he wants though. Zero maintenance through concrete. Not my idea of heaven.
Whatever. We'll see. There's a lot between now and then and this and that. In the meantime, I have more darlings to scrape off my substance so I'm going to send this off and get back to work.
Have a lovely day!
Best~
Philippa
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These are the things a writer creates. They have meaning, perhaps a special charm or favorite flavor but they are things not integral to telling a good story. Putting them down on paper the writer feels clever, excited by them. Then, when it comes time to edit, to slash and burn to distill the tale down to its best, those darlings are in the way. They're taking up valuable real estate, adding whipped cream to the pumpkin pie of the story.
That, by the way, is purely a seasonal reference. I cannot abide pumpkin pie. The flavor and texture of it makes me want to hurl cookies and stuff.
So, the whipped cream is mostly air with sweet flavoring, nothing of substance. It's what's underneath that has body and meaning. The whipped cream darlings are there, sweet and light and covering up the substance. I'm in the process of scraping off the whipped cream, getting down to the substance.
This is a hard thing to do. Think about that moment with your child, any one of them where you know that what's happening is good or necessary or what the child wants but you don't want it. You want to step in, to protect them.
A moment like that was when my baby daughter had to have a throat swab to make sure she didn't have strep. She was a determined little thing and she wasn't going to let that doctor anywhere close to her with that cotton-tipped thing-a-ma-roo. She fought and struggled so hard that he finally called in a nurse and the nurse and I had to hold her down so the doctor could get those little cells from the inside of her mouth. It was horrific, and it still - the better part of a quarter-of-a-century later - makes me cringe to think of it, but it was necessary.
That's what it feels like as a writer when it comes time to scrape the whipped cream.
My story was, as of Friday evening, well over 122,000 words. That's a lot of words. As of today, right now, it's down to a little over 117,000 words. Almost all of them with substance and meaning. There are still some that are fluff and not strictly necessary, but the majority of what's left behind where I am, are better than they were.
I still have a lot to do. I'm about three-quarters of the way through my book and I know there's a lot of good stuff ahead, but even more fluff, so there is still a lot of work. But, my goal is to finish this story, to get it in good enough shape that by January I could proudly publish it if I want to. At the rate I'm going, I'll be in time for that. I might even have time to do another pass, and kill off a few more of those whipped cream puffs.
The next bit gets really interesting, too. Melanie, my MC, has just confronted her husband and told him she's divorcing him. Coming up, she falls under investigation for murder because he dies. Of course she has an airtight alibi, but I'm trying to think of a way that I might make it a bit less airtight. We'll see. That's part of the fun of writing. For me, anyway.
So what am I missing while I sit here, inside on a beautiful autumn day? Blue skies, warm-ish temps, falling leaves and grubbing around in the mud. Because we had rain, we now have weeds. Lots of them. The little beggars are coming up all over the beds where we had the trees taken out. I think the cypress sap had some sort of anti-veg properties. We sometimes got weeds, but nothing like what I'm seeing out there, now. Now, it's a blanket of green. Which is pretty but a right nuisance when it comes time to get down and dirty with them - ripping them out without mercy, roots and all.
Well, we'll see what happens. There are a lot of things that might happen. One of them is that hubby might actually be convinced that the rotting fence that's leaning like a drunken sailor really does need to be replaced. Actually, he does know that it needs it. He just doesn't want to pay for it. I'm not sure what he's waiting for, unless he wants to see if the thing really will fall over. Once the fence does get replaced - before or after it collapses - he's promised to lay down landscape fabric and then pile rocks on top. That's nice. Kind of.
The fabric and rocks do keep the weeds down, but nothing grows. Then he's talking about taking out the back lawn and laying down a patio. Which will give our backyard all the appeal of a parking lot. That's what he wants though. Zero maintenance through concrete. Not my idea of heaven.
Whatever. We'll see. There's a lot between now and then and this and that. In the meantime, I have more darlings to scrape off my substance so I'm going to send this off and get back to work.
Have a lovely day!
Best~
Philippa
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Saturday, November 21, 2015
Dare I say I cannot wait for the end of November? That is not a popular statement in this household. Hubby is insistent - at high decibels - that I be a football fan at this time of year. Which is fine because I do enjoy watching football - but not when there's a lot of yelling and screaming and jumping up and down no matter what's going on on the field.
Today, for instance, it's Ohio State v. Michigan State. Michigan State is my hubby's adopted team because the California Golden Bears have been wavering between crap and mediocre for the past decade. With all of his energy focused on Michigan State, I am expected to drop everything, plant my butt on the sofa even if I don't want to, and yell and scream right along with him.
Unfortunately for him, yelling and screaming is not in my DNA. I don't like doing it. I don't like hearing it. All I want to do is go into a quiet place and watch the game between doing other things. Have it on in the background, in other words. When there's a good play I'll clap and cheer, but most of the time I sit watching in quiet interest.
It's the same with other sports. He yells and screams at hockey - November to June. He yells and screams at baseball, April to October. He yells and screams at college football, September to January. Pretty much all year long, really. One of those things that we don't agree on.
I've pointed out that the coaches and players can't hear him. We're in California and they're not. That doesn't matter. When I mention that little detail, he flaps his hand in dismissive manner and continues bursting my eardrums.
There will be a brief break in the action once the main football season ends and the bowl games are decided. In the early part of December there will be a few divisional championships, Big 10, Pac-12, SEC and so on, and he'll watch those. But that's not huge because he doesn't have any real favorite teams in most of those divisions. Just Michigan State and - HOORAY! They just won with a field goal as time expired! Loud clapping but no yelling (at least from where I'm sitting). Now, I do hope they do well in their bowl game.
Still, I can't wait for the end of December. At least with hockey, we only have games on weeknights. Weekends aren't taken up with sitting and watching and yelling and screaming all day long. I swear, it starts at eight-thirty or whenever he gets up and turns on College Gameday, and continues all day long until the last game ends at nine o'clock or later that night. It's loud and tiring and tiresome.
Today I spent most of my day upstairs, writing. I watched the game on mute so I could at least yell happy things at appropriate times and commiserate at not so good times. That was determined, to keep him from bugging me to come down and watch the game with him.
Yes, he's my hubby and we should do things together, but it's painful. Because MIL and hubby are both hard of hearing, the TV is set to BLARE. I wear earplugs and am nagged not to, even though it has no effect on him. And there's the yelling.
Another reason I stayed upstairs is that I am determined to get 'In A Green & Shady Place' finished and ready to go by the end of January. It's coming along and I'm happier with it now that I've changed it up, making it a bit less pleasant for my MC and getting rid of the pure vanilla unicorn happiness.
The first thing I did today was write a blurb for it. A former Harper Collins editor will be opening up his blog for pitches next week. I don't know what he's looking for, how many words or what genres, but if he's looking for what I have, I have my blurb written.
In my experience, the blurb is about the hardest thing of anything to write. How to you distill the most interesting bits of the story into a form that's only a couple of hundred words, one that's 'hooky' enough to interest a potential reader? I've got a link to an editor's blog that addresses that question, and I think I've done it with my 'back of the book' summary. Now it's resting. Kind of like a roast after it comes out of the oven. Tomorrow I'll take another look at it and see if it's nice and juicy or if it needs some work.
Once I get 'Shady' finished, I'm planning on getting to work on 'Genevieve'.
My goal is that next year, once things on the home front change into what's next, I will have three or maybe four of my women's fiction books ready to go, along with my erotica series. I'll issue one per quarter to build momentum and readership, hoping to develop a following who will buy these books and others that come along and will provide some additional income for a few years, at least.
Those are my goals. Now it's up to me to make it happen, as much as I am able. With that said, I think I need to finish this up and get back to work.
Have a lovely day!
Best~
Philippa
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Today, for instance, it's Ohio State v. Michigan State. Michigan State is my hubby's adopted team because the California Golden Bears have been wavering between crap and mediocre for the past decade. With all of his energy focused on Michigan State, I am expected to drop everything, plant my butt on the sofa even if I don't want to, and yell and scream right along with him.
Unfortunately for him, yelling and screaming is not in my DNA. I don't like doing it. I don't like hearing it. All I want to do is go into a quiet place and watch the game between doing other things. Have it on in the background, in other words. When there's a good play I'll clap and cheer, but most of the time I sit watching in quiet interest.
It's the same with other sports. He yells and screams at hockey - November to June. He yells and screams at baseball, April to October. He yells and screams at college football, September to January. Pretty much all year long, really. One of those things that we don't agree on.
I've pointed out that the coaches and players can't hear him. We're in California and they're not. That doesn't matter. When I mention that little detail, he flaps his hand in dismissive manner and continues bursting my eardrums.
There will be a brief break in the action once the main football season ends and the bowl games are decided. In the early part of December there will be a few divisional championships, Big 10, Pac-12, SEC and so on, and he'll watch those. But that's not huge because he doesn't have any real favorite teams in most of those divisions. Just Michigan State and - HOORAY! They just won with a field goal as time expired! Loud clapping but no yelling (at least from where I'm sitting). Now, I do hope they do well in their bowl game.
Still, I can't wait for the end of December. At least with hockey, we only have games on weeknights. Weekends aren't taken up with sitting and watching and yelling and screaming all day long. I swear, it starts at eight-thirty or whenever he gets up and turns on College Gameday, and continues all day long until the last game ends at nine o'clock or later that night. It's loud and tiring and tiresome.
Today I spent most of my day upstairs, writing. I watched the game on mute so I could at least yell happy things at appropriate times and commiserate at not so good times. That was determined, to keep him from bugging me to come down and watch the game with him.
Yes, he's my hubby and we should do things together, but it's painful. Because MIL and hubby are both hard of hearing, the TV is set to BLARE. I wear earplugs and am nagged not to, even though it has no effect on him. And there's the yelling.
Another reason I stayed upstairs is that I am determined to get 'In A Green & Shady Place' finished and ready to go by the end of January. It's coming along and I'm happier with it now that I've changed it up, making it a bit less pleasant for my MC and getting rid of the pure vanilla unicorn happiness.
The first thing I did today was write a blurb for it. A former Harper Collins editor will be opening up his blog for pitches next week. I don't know what he's looking for, how many words or what genres, but if he's looking for what I have, I have my blurb written.
In my experience, the blurb is about the hardest thing of anything to write. How to you distill the most interesting bits of the story into a form that's only a couple of hundred words, one that's 'hooky' enough to interest a potential reader? I've got a link to an editor's blog that addresses that question, and I think I've done it with my 'back of the book' summary. Now it's resting. Kind of like a roast after it comes out of the oven. Tomorrow I'll take another look at it and see if it's nice and juicy or if it needs some work.
Once I get 'Shady' finished, I'm planning on getting to work on 'Genevieve'.
My goal is that next year, once things on the home front change into what's next, I will have three or maybe four of my women's fiction books ready to go, along with my erotica series. I'll issue one per quarter to build momentum and readership, hoping to develop a following who will buy these books and others that come along and will provide some additional income for a few years, at least.
Those are my goals. Now it's up to me to make it happen, as much as I am able. With that said, I think I need to finish this up and get back to work.
Have a lovely day!
Best~
Philippa
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Friday, November 20, 2015
Life & Living & Marching On
I'm pissed off and depressed and anxious and all sorts of other messy things. So much so that I have taken a couple of days away from writing. As in I have done NO writing in the past few days - and for me that's a lot like holding my breath until I turn purple.
There were the vermin in Paris last week, and the babbling cacophony that's followed ever since.
There have been declarations that I am "ignorant" because I do not take a moderate view toward vermin like those who promulgate and perpetrate such acts. Well, I've got news for those who say that: I have never declared myself to be a scholar on the subject. But I read and I assimilate the information I read and I form opinions and attitudes. And I have just as much right to express my view and opinion as anyone else. But there are some who disagree that I have that right. It appears, based on what was written and exchanged between me and the two in particular, unless I am in precise lockstep with their view of the world, I and others like me should just STFU.
Farther out on the tree limb are the people like the man in Virginia who's all over the news yesterday and today. A public hearing regarding construction of a new mosque and he's standing there accusing everyone who's a Muslim of being in league with the vermin of ISIS. Now there is ignorance. It is as stupid and blind and nasty as saying that all white people are card carrying KKK members, or all blacks are members of the Black Panthers or that all Asians run dry cleaning establishments or restaurants. It's ignorant, insulting and, as I said above, downright stupid.
However, it is based on fear so while it is decidedly wrong, there is at least a handle to grasp for understanding. It's a tiny little thing, a barely there protrusion of a handle, and once the heat of this moment passes I sincerely hope the individual who said such hateful things will see the error of his ways and recant. I also hope that the people to whom this idiot directed his remarks will take the high road, that they see his fear and lack of understanding for what it is: ignorance. As unpleasant as it is, at least ignorance of something can be overcome by education.
There is the wider worry of who is coming across our borders. Eight Syrian men were caught in Texas the other day. Five were caught in Honduras with stolen Greek passports on their way into the US. How many have been missed and why are they here? Are they simply seeking asylum or are they here to do harm? I don't know and neither does anyone else, except for the individuals themselves.
On top of all of this is the news that ISIS is actively, aggressively seeking chemical weapons technology. They've already used sarin against their "enemies" in Syria so it is not beyond the realm of imagination that they'll cheerfully use anything they can lay hands on to spread their terror. What if they do something using chemical agents in the Paris metro or in a place like Stade de France or some other place where many people congregate? It's a horrible thought because some of the things I've read about are seriously scary shit. Like agents that are so deadly that if you touch them with bare skin you die. Agents that cling to surfaces for hours or days or weeks and are just as effective weeks after "application" as they are in the first moments.
With all of this, is it any wonder that I'm depressed and anxious?
I don't want to live in an ugly world where going to a public place means I'm packing worry or fear in my bag along with whatever else I'm taking. I don't want to live in a world where I have to strip down and submit to being x-rayed in order to get onto an airplane. I don't want to live in a world where there are a few vermin negating the rest of civilization - and yet that is precisely where we are.
I don't fear that anything is going to happen to me or my family. We don't go to public places very often. We stay close to home and go about our normal lives. We don't travel. We don't do much of anything, really. So we're safe. Reasonably so, anyway.
Beyond that, when I drill down to the bottom line of my life and living, I'm a pragmatist. I know that no one survives life. At some point I will die. It is just a question of when and how. Truth is, I'm not ready yet, so I hope it doesn't happen anytime soon. I have too many plans, too many things to which I'm looking forward to doing to want it end anytime soon.
I have my bucket trip several years from now. Providing, of course, the vermin are controlled. Wiped out would be better, but that's too much to hope for so I'll settle for controlled.
Sooner, in the not too distant future (based on observation and assumption), I have other changes that will take place. My MIL will pass and I'll enter a new stage of life. I will become the "oldest generation" for our family and I have things in the works that are going to make that first a scary and then a hopeful and hopefully wonderful time. It is scary, though, looking to the future I've mapped out. Once I get there and get my sleeves rolled up, it'll be fine. It's just this preliminary time in which it looms overwhelmingly large. It'll shrink as I get closer. At least I hope so.
In the meantime, I'm going about my business and not losing sleep over that which I can't control, anyway. I hope you do, too.
Have a lovely day!
Best~
Philippa
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There were the vermin in Paris last week, and the babbling cacophony that's followed ever since.
There have been declarations that I am "ignorant" because I do not take a moderate view toward vermin like those who promulgate and perpetrate such acts. Well, I've got news for those who say that: I have never declared myself to be a scholar on the subject. But I read and I assimilate the information I read and I form opinions and attitudes. And I have just as much right to express my view and opinion as anyone else. But there are some who disagree that I have that right. It appears, based on what was written and exchanged between me and the two in particular, unless I am in precise lockstep with their view of the world, I and others like me should just STFU.
Farther out on the tree limb are the people like the man in Virginia who's all over the news yesterday and today. A public hearing regarding construction of a new mosque and he's standing there accusing everyone who's a Muslim of being in league with the vermin of ISIS. Now there is ignorance. It is as stupid and blind and nasty as saying that all white people are card carrying KKK members, or all blacks are members of the Black Panthers or that all Asians run dry cleaning establishments or restaurants. It's ignorant, insulting and, as I said above, downright stupid.
However, it is based on fear so while it is decidedly wrong, there is at least a handle to grasp for understanding. It's a tiny little thing, a barely there protrusion of a handle, and once the heat of this moment passes I sincerely hope the individual who said such hateful things will see the error of his ways and recant. I also hope that the people to whom this idiot directed his remarks will take the high road, that they see his fear and lack of understanding for what it is: ignorance. As unpleasant as it is, at least ignorance of something can be overcome by education.
There is the wider worry of who is coming across our borders. Eight Syrian men were caught in Texas the other day. Five were caught in Honduras with stolen Greek passports on their way into the US. How many have been missed and why are they here? Are they simply seeking asylum or are they here to do harm? I don't know and neither does anyone else, except for the individuals themselves.
On top of all of this is the news that ISIS is actively, aggressively seeking chemical weapons technology. They've already used sarin against their "enemies" in Syria so it is not beyond the realm of imagination that they'll cheerfully use anything they can lay hands on to spread their terror. What if they do something using chemical agents in the Paris metro or in a place like Stade de France or some other place where many people congregate? It's a horrible thought because some of the things I've read about are seriously scary shit. Like agents that are so deadly that if you touch them with bare skin you die. Agents that cling to surfaces for hours or days or weeks and are just as effective weeks after "application" as they are in the first moments.
With all of this, is it any wonder that I'm depressed and anxious?
I don't want to live in an ugly world where going to a public place means I'm packing worry or fear in my bag along with whatever else I'm taking. I don't want to live in a world where I have to strip down and submit to being x-rayed in order to get onto an airplane. I don't want to live in a world where there are a few vermin negating the rest of civilization - and yet that is precisely where we are.
I don't fear that anything is going to happen to me or my family. We don't go to public places very often. We stay close to home and go about our normal lives. We don't travel. We don't do much of anything, really. So we're safe. Reasonably so, anyway.
Beyond that, when I drill down to the bottom line of my life and living, I'm a pragmatist. I know that no one survives life. At some point I will die. It is just a question of when and how. Truth is, I'm not ready yet, so I hope it doesn't happen anytime soon. I have too many plans, too many things to which I'm looking forward to doing to want it end anytime soon.
I have my bucket trip several years from now. Providing, of course, the vermin are controlled. Wiped out would be better, but that's too much to hope for so I'll settle for controlled.
Sooner, in the not too distant future (based on observation and assumption), I have other changes that will take place. My MIL will pass and I'll enter a new stage of life. I will become the "oldest generation" for our family and I have things in the works that are going to make that first a scary and then a hopeful and hopefully wonderful time. It is scary, though, looking to the future I've mapped out. Once I get there and get my sleeves rolled up, it'll be fine. It's just this preliminary time in which it looms overwhelmingly large. It'll shrink as I get closer. At least I hope so.
In the meantime, I'm going about my business and not losing sleep over that which I can't control, anyway. I hope you do, too.
Have a lovely day!
Best~
Philippa
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Tuesday, November 17, 2015
Now That I'm Calmer
I took the last couple of days away from writing opinion about what happened in Paris last Friday evening, and about the vermin who perpetrated the act. It's been an angering time, a depressing time, and futile time for the West.
Personally, I'm depressed and disillusioned enough that I don't even want to be doing this, but I'm forcing myself to do it. Quitting is not an option. Not for me, anyway.
In the Coliseum of history, the radical Muslims are leading the rest of the world by a fair amount in the body count column.
Yes, the West continues to bomb places inhabited by the vermin who scurry out from under their rocks to infiltrate the peaceful society that is the majority of humanity, and blow themselves up, taking as many innocents with them as they can. Unfortunately, those bombs that are dropped on the places these vermin live are just as indiscriminate as the suicide vests worn by the vermin. They kill far more peaceful people than they do murderers. I'm sorry to break it to you but there is no such thing as a "surgical" airstrike. Not unless the surgery involves removing healthy tissue to ensure the sick tissue is entirely gone. A radical mastectomy kind of surgery.
I have been away for the past couple of days because I am angry at both the East and the West, and at people who see only one point of view and who will not tolerate another. And in that, I am not speaking of our Middle Eastern friends. There is that kind of shouting down alive and well in Western society.
For the East, I am angry the Muslims themselves because while there are articles being written and words being spoken, those things alone are not going to have any effect on the vermin.
It's like talking to gang members and expecting words to change behavior. When has talking to people who have no soul left inside them ever worked?
The psychology of gang members has been well studied and documented.
Gangs tend to be made up of people who feel that they have been left behind, are separate from their families and society. Many have been victimized, abused or neglected. In the gang they find a place to be, where they are accepted and where hyperbolic speech of hate and destruction is actively encouraged. The louder, the better. These vermin are too far separated from joy and laughter and living and humanity to be swayed by words. They have found a place to be who they have become over time, a home where they are welcomed. Where words of hatred are spewed so regularly they replace the fabric of the soul they once had. They don't see, or perhaps they do but don't care, that the gang leaders look down on them as nothing more than cannon fodder.
The only thing these gang members understand is violence and death. So, the people who see and know these vermin need to do something direct. They need to figure out, within the confines of their societal structure, how they can best solve the problem. It could be a matter of withdrawing young people who are heading down that path from the realm of influence. Perhaps sending them to another place, family in another town or province, or to a reform school of some sort, where goodness is taught in place of hatred.
I'm sure some families do, but others don't, and that is their weakness. Intervention is not a universal will or a goal. If it were, the tide could be turned inside a generation. And that's what this has got to be, a systemic generational change throughout the Muslim community.
Parents must diligently teach their children the teachings in the Quran that speak of peace and the other 'people of the book' - Christians and Jews who also worship facets of Allah. They must teach against violent jihad.
That is one place where I think the Christian Bible has it all over other religious teachings. It is pure, simple and direct: Thou shalt not kill. Pretty much says it all, don't you think?
When they see their children being influenced by the sickness that has infiltrated their communities the parents need to intervene, to take whatever steps are necessary to separate their children from the vermin. Just as they would if their child took to hanging around with flea ridden diseased rats.
If these parents teach their children, show their children that life is good and worth living and enjoying, maybe the radicals will find it harder to find people willing to detonate themselves in innocent crowds.
It will take at least one generation, probably two, before this kind of radical thinking that is at the core of ISIS, Al Qaeda, the Taliban and the other groups is wiped out, put in its proper place - the garbage bin.
I am angry at the West for continuing to do precisely the wrong thing. How many hearts and minds are we winning by bombing the towns and neighborhoods and homes of law-abiding people? How many friends are we winning by blowing up the innocent along with the guilty?
I am also angry at the West because honest exchanges of ideas are suppressed, denounced, vilified. Say the right thing in the wrong way and you're marginalized, insulted. It's insidious and it is precisely that kind of behavior that leads to ISIS. Marginalized people draw together, seek brotherhood to share their ideas, developing new and becoming a group.
France is currently blowing up towns and neighborhoods and homes. So is Russia and so is America. Again, I ask: how many hearts and minds are we winning by this?
How many people are being persuaded by bombs falling from the sky accompanied by the cacophanous chatter coming from the Western media? Particularly when the messages vary from "blow all of 'em up" to "withdraw and let them fight it out amongst themselves".
Within the spectrum of thought and opinion are the centrists. The people in the middle who, for the most part, naively believe words will do the trick and spend their time alternately wringing their hands and vilifying the extremes - even though those on the ends may have a few solid ideas. Instead, the centrists pooh-pooh the statements made by the ends. They twist them and say the speaker is "ignorant" or willfully not paying attention. They wring and whine and don't come up with anything meaningful in the way of plans or potentials.
It's a frustrating situation, deadly frustrating because Paris will not be the last time or the next to last time these vermin scurry from under their rocks. This isn't a matter of killing more people and blowing things up to get them to stop. This is a test for the intellect of humanity, and its will to solve what appears to be an insolvable problem.
Have a peaceful day.
Best~
Philippa
Follow me on Twitter: https://twitter.com/PhilippaStories
Personally, I'm depressed and disillusioned enough that I don't even want to be doing this, but I'm forcing myself to do it. Quitting is not an option. Not for me, anyway.
In the Coliseum of history, the radical Muslims are leading the rest of the world by a fair amount in the body count column.
Yes, the West continues to bomb places inhabited by the vermin who scurry out from under their rocks to infiltrate the peaceful society that is the majority of humanity, and blow themselves up, taking as many innocents with them as they can. Unfortunately, those bombs that are dropped on the places these vermin live are just as indiscriminate as the suicide vests worn by the vermin. They kill far more peaceful people than they do murderers. I'm sorry to break it to you but there is no such thing as a "surgical" airstrike. Not unless the surgery involves removing healthy tissue to ensure the sick tissue is entirely gone. A radical mastectomy kind of surgery.
I have been away for the past couple of days because I am angry at both the East and the West, and at people who see only one point of view and who will not tolerate another. And in that, I am not speaking of our Middle Eastern friends. There is that kind of shouting down alive and well in Western society.
For the East, I am angry the Muslims themselves because while there are articles being written and words being spoken, those things alone are not going to have any effect on the vermin.
It's like talking to gang members and expecting words to change behavior. When has talking to people who have no soul left inside them ever worked?
The psychology of gang members has been well studied and documented.
Gangs tend to be made up of people who feel that they have been left behind, are separate from their families and society. Many have been victimized, abused or neglected. In the gang they find a place to be, where they are accepted and where hyperbolic speech of hate and destruction is actively encouraged. The louder, the better. These vermin are too far separated from joy and laughter and living and humanity to be swayed by words. They have found a place to be who they have become over time, a home where they are welcomed. Where words of hatred are spewed so regularly they replace the fabric of the soul they once had. They don't see, or perhaps they do but don't care, that the gang leaders look down on them as nothing more than cannon fodder.
The only thing these gang members understand is violence and death. So, the people who see and know these vermin need to do something direct. They need to figure out, within the confines of their societal structure, how they can best solve the problem. It could be a matter of withdrawing young people who are heading down that path from the realm of influence. Perhaps sending them to another place, family in another town or province, or to a reform school of some sort, where goodness is taught in place of hatred.
I'm sure some families do, but others don't, and that is their weakness. Intervention is not a universal will or a goal. If it were, the tide could be turned inside a generation. And that's what this has got to be, a systemic generational change throughout the Muslim community.
Parents must diligently teach their children the teachings in the Quran that speak of peace and the other 'people of the book' - Christians and Jews who also worship facets of Allah. They must teach against violent jihad.
That is one place where I think the Christian Bible has it all over other religious teachings. It is pure, simple and direct: Thou shalt not kill. Pretty much says it all, don't you think?
When they see their children being influenced by the sickness that has infiltrated their communities the parents need to intervene, to take whatever steps are necessary to separate their children from the vermin. Just as they would if their child took to hanging around with flea ridden diseased rats.
If these parents teach their children, show their children that life is good and worth living and enjoying, maybe the radicals will find it harder to find people willing to detonate themselves in innocent crowds.
It will take at least one generation, probably two, before this kind of radical thinking that is at the core of ISIS, Al Qaeda, the Taliban and the other groups is wiped out, put in its proper place - the garbage bin.
I am angry at the West for continuing to do precisely the wrong thing. How many hearts and minds are we winning by bombing the towns and neighborhoods and homes of law-abiding people? How many friends are we winning by blowing up the innocent along with the guilty?
I am also angry at the West because honest exchanges of ideas are suppressed, denounced, vilified. Say the right thing in the wrong way and you're marginalized, insulted. It's insidious and it is precisely that kind of behavior that leads to ISIS. Marginalized people draw together, seek brotherhood to share their ideas, developing new and becoming a group.
France is currently blowing up towns and neighborhoods and homes. So is Russia and so is America. Again, I ask: how many hearts and minds are we winning by this?
How many people are being persuaded by bombs falling from the sky accompanied by the cacophanous chatter coming from the Western media? Particularly when the messages vary from "blow all of 'em up" to "withdraw and let them fight it out amongst themselves".
Within the spectrum of thought and opinion are the centrists. The people in the middle who, for the most part, naively believe words will do the trick and spend their time alternately wringing their hands and vilifying the extremes - even though those on the ends may have a few solid ideas. Instead, the centrists pooh-pooh the statements made by the ends. They twist them and say the speaker is "ignorant" or willfully not paying attention. They wring and whine and don't come up with anything meaningful in the way of plans or potentials.
It's a frustrating situation, deadly frustrating because Paris will not be the last time or the next to last time these vermin scurry from under their rocks. This isn't a matter of killing more people and blowing things up to get them to stop. This is a test for the intellect of humanity, and its will to solve what appears to be an insolvable problem.
Have a peaceful day.
Best~
Philippa
Follow me on Twitter: https://twitter.com/PhilippaStories
Saturday, November 14, 2015
It is NOT the Religion of "Peace"
It's Friday night. You and your friends have been planning for weeks to go out for dinner and then to a concert. All week you've been looking forward to Friday night, through all the hours of work and normal living. You end your Friday afternoon phone call with your best friend, "I'll see you at the restaurant at nine, okay?"
"Great! This is going to be so cool. Jennie says she bought a new dress, just for tonight. I'll see you later!"
You meet. Hugs and kisses are swapped because it's been a while since you were last together. Jennie comes racing down the street, her face alight with pleasure at seeing you. More hugs, more kisses, happy chatter of friends out for an evening.
And then...
Yeah, I'm sure you can tell where this is going. After Paris, after last night and what was done there.
Now, can you tell me why people would hate people like I've described above? What harm have they done? Who have they hurt or damaged in any material way?
Switch up the gender. Make them guys going out for an evening of brews and soccer and bird watching. What harm is there?
And yet, last night, if my girls had chosen the wrong time and the wrong place, harmless as they are, they might well have ended up among the dead or injured.
By what right do other people have to harm them, to hunt them and kill them? None? Is it no right? Are you sure?
In America people shut you down if you say "Islamist terrorist". We're not allowed to say such things because it's "racial profiling" or just pure "racist". We cannot call out and say what we think about Islam and its teachings - we're bigots and ignorant if we do.
Just yesterday Obama was lying through his teeth - knowingly telling people what he knew was completely and utterly untrue: ISIS is not getting stronger. And then, hours later, more than one hundred people were slaughtered - massacred while they were out for a simple evening of pleasure with friends.
If the West, Europe and America in particular, deny this mess, why can ISIS not grow stronger, become bolder, wreak more havoc? If we look away and pretend - fingers in our ears and lalalala from our lips - why shouldn't they plan another attack, bigger perhaps?
ISIL and its parents - the PLO, Taliban and Al Qaeda - have been growing for years. Israel has a long history of being attacked by Muslims. Muslims have targeted buses, cafes, schools, stores, every place where innocent people going about their business tend to gather. And what do we do? We tut-tut and shake our heads and fingers and, for all intents and purposes say, "You really shouldn't do that."
If Islam truly were the Religion of Peace as advertised - where are the mullahs, the clerics and the people who pursue that form of belief? Why are they not standing up, shouting from the rooftops and screaming, "STOP!" Why are Muslim parents not teaching their children that this is wrong, that it is the evil that it is?
Where is that outrage, that moral certitude that what these people are doing is worse than evil?
They say actions speak louder than words. But do you know what speaks more loudly than actions? Silence. And the silence from the Muslims around the world is deafening.
We have fed the poison that is ISIS and Al Qaeda and the Taliban because we have done nothing to stop it in its tracks. In the 1980s when Osama Bin Laden was fighting against the Russians that had invaded and were trying to occupy Afghanistan, we armed him and his "freedom fighters". All in a good cause, right?
What we have got to understand is that these people don't look at life through the same prism we do. To them, death is welcome - anticipated and glorified. To us, it's something to fear, to avoid and to hope never to experience. It is why young Muslim men and women are perfectly willing to strap explosives to their bodies, to walk into a crowded theater or market or restaurant and press a button. They. Don't. Care.
They don't care about themselves or about you or about me or about anything. They are taught from the moment of birth to hate, to hate anyone who does not think like them or worship like them. They hate our freedom and our zest for living and it galls them.
By the time they reach their teens, these people are so blinded, so indoctrinated in hate - of themselves and of others - that killing is, to them the right and only thing to do.
Talk about zombies. And these zombies are coming for us - for you and me. This is not new. This is nowhere close to being new.
Take a few minutes and peruse the list below. It comes from Wikipedia and even they admit it is not complete. I can tell you straight up, for instance, they did not include the 1972 Munich attack on the Israeli compound in which eleven Jewish athletes were murdered by members of an off-shoot of the PLO.
Do a body count from this - how many innocent men, women and children have been killed in the name of the religion of peace?
I can tell you that in 2015 alone there have been sixty-six terrorist attacks around the world. From this list and excluding the suicide bomber themselves where I could discern who or how many, 1,775 people have been murdered and 1,857 people have been injured - and that is just since January of this year.
Have a safe day.
Best~
Philippa
Follow me on Twitter: https://twitter.com/PhilippaStories
"Great! This is going to be so cool. Jennie says she bought a new dress, just for tonight. I'll see you later!"
You meet. Hugs and kisses are swapped because it's been a while since you were last together. Jennie comes racing down the street, her face alight with pleasure at seeing you. More hugs, more kisses, happy chatter of friends out for an evening.
And then...
Yeah, I'm sure you can tell where this is going. After Paris, after last night and what was done there.
Now, can you tell me why people would hate people like I've described above? What harm have they done? Who have they hurt or damaged in any material way?
Switch up the gender. Make them guys going out for an evening of brews and soccer and bird watching. What harm is there?
And yet, last night, if my girls had chosen the wrong time and the wrong place, harmless as they are, they might well have ended up among the dead or injured.
By what right do other people have to harm them, to hunt them and kill them? None? Is it no right? Are you sure?
In America people shut you down if you say "Islamist terrorist". We're not allowed to say such things because it's "racial profiling" or just pure "racist". We cannot call out and say what we think about Islam and its teachings - we're bigots and ignorant if we do.
Just yesterday Obama was lying through his teeth - knowingly telling people what he knew was completely and utterly untrue: ISIS is not getting stronger. And then, hours later, more than one hundred people were slaughtered - massacred while they were out for a simple evening of pleasure with friends.
If the West, Europe and America in particular, deny this mess, why can ISIS not grow stronger, become bolder, wreak more havoc? If we look away and pretend - fingers in our ears and lalalala from our lips - why shouldn't they plan another attack, bigger perhaps?
ISIL and its parents - the PLO, Taliban and Al Qaeda - have been growing for years. Israel has a long history of being attacked by Muslims. Muslims have targeted buses, cafes, schools, stores, every place where innocent people going about their business tend to gather. And what do we do? We tut-tut and shake our heads and fingers and, for all intents and purposes say, "You really shouldn't do that."
If Islam truly were the Religion of Peace as advertised - where are the mullahs, the clerics and the people who pursue that form of belief? Why are they not standing up, shouting from the rooftops and screaming, "STOP!" Why are Muslim parents not teaching their children that this is wrong, that it is the evil that it is?
Where is that outrage, that moral certitude that what these people are doing is worse than evil?
They say actions speak louder than words. But do you know what speaks more loudly than actions? Silence. And the silence from the Muslims around the world is deafening.
We have fed the poison that is ISIS and Al Qaeda and the Taliban because we have done nothing to stop it in its tracks. In the 1980s when Osama Bin Laden was fighting against the Russians that had invaded and were trying to occupy Afghanistan, we armed him and his "freedom fighters". All in a good cause, right?
What we have got to understand is that these people don't look at life through the same prism we do. To them, death is welcome - anticipated and glorified. To us, it's something to fear, to avoid and to hope never to experience. It is why young Muslim men and women are perfectly willing to strap explosives to their bodies, to walk into a crowded theater or market or restaurant and press a button. They. Don't. Care.
They don't care about themselves or about you or about me or about anything. They are taught from the moment of birth to hate, to hate anyone who does not think like them or worship like them. They hate our freedom and our zest for living and it galls them.
By the time they reach their teens, these people are so blinded, so indoctrinated in hate - of themselves and of others - that killing is, to them the right and only thing to do.
Talk about zombies. And these zombies are coming for us - for you and me. This is not new. This is nowhere close to being new.
Take a few minutes and peruse the list below. It comes from Wikipedia and even they admit it is not complete. I can tell you straight up, for instance, they did not include the 1972 Munich attack on the Israeli compound in which eleven Jewish athletes were murdered by members of an off-shoot of the PLO.
- August 29, 1981 – 1981 Vienna synagogue attack. 2 dead 30 injured.
- October 2, 1982 – 1982 Great Synagogue of Rome attack. 1 dead 37 injured.
- November 11, 1982 – Tyre headquarters bombings. 91 dead. 55 injured.
- April 18, 1983 – The April 1983 U.S. Embassy bombing, in Beirut, Lebanon by the Islamic Jihad Organization. 63 dead, 120 injured.[1]
- October 23, 1983 – The 1983 Beirut barracks bombing by the Islamic Jihad Organization. 307 dead 75 injured.
- December 12, 1983 – 1983 Kuwait bombings. The 90-minute coordinated attack of six key foreign and Kuwaiti installations including two embassies, the airport, and the country's main petro-chemical plant, was more notable for the damage it might have caused than what was actually destroyed. What might have been "the worst terrorist episode of the twentieth century in the Middle East," succeeding in killing only 6 people because of the bombs' faulty rigging.[2]
- September 20, 1984 – The 1984 United States embassy annex bombing in Beirut, Lebanon. 24 dead.
- April 12, 1985 – 1985 El Descanso bombing. 18 dead 82 injured.
- October 7, 1985 – Achille Lauro hijacking. 1 dead.
- December 27, 1985 – Rome and Vienna airport attacks. 23 dead 139 injured.
- June 14, 1985 – TWA Flight 847 hijacking. 1 dead.
- April 2, 1986 – TWA Flight 840 bombing (1986). 4 dead. 7 injured.
- September 6, 1986 – Neve Shalom Synagogue Attack. 22 dead.
- December 21, 1988 - 1988 Lockerbie bombing 270 dead, also includes 11 on the ground
- July 7, 1989 – Tel Aviv Jerusalem bus 405 suicide attack, near Kiryat Yearim. 16 dead.[3]
- February 4, 1990 – A bus carrying Israeli tourists in Egypt was attacked by Islamic Jihad Movement in Palestine. 11 people, including 9 Israelis died and 17 others were injured.[4]
- February 2, 1992 - 1992 Ürümqi bombings 3 dead 23 injured
- March 17, 1992 – The 1992 attack on Israeli embassy in Buenos Aires. 29 killed 242 injured.
- January 25, 1993 - 1993 shootings at CIA Headquarters in Langley, Virginia. 2 killed, 3 injured.
- February 26, 1993 – World Trade Center bombing, in New York City. 6 killed, 1,042 injured [5]
- March 12, 1993 – Serial blasts in Mumbai kill 257 people.
- July 2, 1993 – Sivas Massacre, Arson attack at a gathering in Sivas killing 35 intellectuals from Turkey, most of whom were Alevis.
- April 6, 1994 – Afula Bus suicide bombing killing 8 wounding 55.
- April 13, 1994 – Hadera bus station suicide bombing. killing 5 wounding 30.
- July 18, 1994 – Buenos Aires Jewish Center AMIA bombing. killing 85 wounding 300.
- July 26, 1994 – The 1994 London Israeli Embassy attack. 20 injured.
- October 19, 1994 – The Dizengoff Street bus bombing was a Hamas suicide attack on a passenger bus driving down Dizengoff Street in Tel Aviv. 22 killed 50 injured.
- November 11, 1994 – Netzarim Junction bicycle bombing killing 3 and wounding 12.
- December 24, 1994 – Air France Flight 8969 hijacking in Algiers by 3 members of Armed Islamic Group of Algeria and another terrorist. 7 killed including 4 hijackers, 25 injured.[6]
- January 22, 1995 – The Beit Lid suicide bombing was a suicide attack by Palestinian Islamic Jihad. 20 dead 69 injured.
- January 30, 1995 – A car bomb exploded outside of a police station. 42 dead and 286 injured.[7][8]
- July 20, 1995 – A bomb on a motor scooter exploded at a marketplace in Jammu. Harkat-ul-Ansar claimed responsibility for the bombing. at least 17 killed 100+ injured.[9]
- July 24, 1995 – The Ramat Gan bus bombing was a suicide attack by Hamas. 6 dead 33 injured.
- July 25-October 17, 1995 – The 1995 Paris Métro and RER bombings were a series of attacks by the Armed Islamic Group of Algeria in France. 8 killed 100+ wounded.
- October 20, 1995 – In the 1995 Rijeka bombing a suicide bomber attempted to destroy a police station by driving a car with a bomb into the wall of the building. killing 1 (assailant) injured 29.
- February 25 & March 3, 1996 – The Jaffa Road bus bombings Two attacks on Jerusalem route 18 buses by Hamas. 45 killed 52 injured.
- March 4, 1996 – The Dizengoff Center suicide bombing was a terror attack by Hamas on the eve of the Jewish holiday of Purim. 13 killed 130 injured.
- April 18, 1996 – Islamist gunmen fire on the Europa hotel in Cairo. 18 killed 17 wounded.[10]
- June 25, 1996 – Khobar Towers bombing, 20 killed, 372 wounded.[11]
- February 25, 1997 - Three bombs explode on three buses in the Xinjiang capital of Ürümqi. 9 dead 74 injured
- March 21, 1997 – The Café Apropo bombing was a Hamas suicide bomber who detonated at a Tel Aviv sidewalk café. killing 3 wounding 46.
- July 30, 1997 – The 1997 Mahane Yehuda Market bombings were two consecutive suicide bombings carried out by Hamas militants at the Mahane Yehuda Market in Jerusalem. killing 16 wounding 178.
- September 18, 1997 – The 1997 Mostar car bombings. 29 people injured.
- November 17, 1997 – Luxor massacre, 6 armed Islamic terrorists attacked tourists at the Luxor ruins. 62 killed, 26 injured.[12]
- February 14, 1998 – A total of 58 people were killed and over 200 injured in 12 bomb attacks in 11 places, in the city of Coimbatore, Tamil Nadu.
- August 7, 1998 – 1998 United States embassy bombings in Tanzania and Kenya. 224 dead, 4000+ injured.[13]
- April 23, 2000 – September 19, 2000 – 2000 Sipadan kidnappings by 6 Islamist militants. Several injured.
- October 12, 2000 – Attack on USS Cole in the Yemeni port of Aden. 17 American sailors were killed, 39 injured.
- December 22, 2000 – Attack on Red Fort in Delhi.
- December 24, 2000 – Christmas Eve 2000 Indonesia bombings of churches in eight cities, 18 killed.[14]
- March 4, 2001 – The 2001 Netanya bombing was a suicide bombing in Netanya, Israel. 3 killed 60+ injured.
- April 14, 2001 – 2001 Ramna Batamul bombings. 10 dead, many wounded.
- May 18, 2001 – The 2001 HaSharon Mall suicide bombing in Netanya, Israel. 5 killed 100+ injured.
- May 27, 2001 – The Dos Palmas kidnappings with more than 40 deaths and numerous injured.
- June 1, 2001 – In the Dolphinarium discotheque suicide bombing 21 people were killed and 100+ were injured.
- 9 August 2001 – The Sbarro restaurant suicide bombing was a Hamas terrorist attack on a pizzeria in downtown Jerusalem. 15 killed 130 injured.
- September 9, 2001 – The Nahariya train station suicide bombing was executed by an Arab-Israeli who was sent by Hamas and detonated himself on the crowded platform. 3 dead 94 injured.
- September 11, 2001 – 4 planes hijacked by 19 al-Qaeda members: two planes crashed into the World Trade Center in New York City, New York; one into The Pentagon in Arlington County, Virginia; and one into a field near Shanksville, Pennsylvania. 2,977 victims killed.[15]
- October 1, 2001 – Attack on the Jammu and Kashmir legislative assembly.
- November 29, 2001 – The Pardes Hanna bus bombing was a suicide bombing on a bus from Nazareth to Tel Aviv. 3 dead 7 injured.
- December 2, 2001 – Haifa bus 16 suicide bombing. 15 killed 40 injured.
- December 13, 2001 – Suicide attack on Indian parliament in New Delhi by Pakistan-based Islamist terrorist organizations Jaish-E-Mohammad and Lashkar-e-Toiba, aimed at eliminating the top leadership of India and causing anarchy in the country. 7 dead, 12 injured.[16]
- January 22, 2002 – Attack on an American cultural centre in Kolkata
- January 23, 2002 – The kidnapping and murder of Daniel Pearl – Israeli-American journalist Daniel Pearl was kidnapped by Pakistani Islamic militants. He was later beheaded on February 1.
- January 25, 2002 – The 2002 Tel Aviv outdoor mall bombing was a terrorist attack which occurred in which a Palestinian suicide bomber blew himself up in Tel-Aviv, Israel, injuring at least 24 civilians.
- January 27, 2002 – 2002 Jaffa Street bombing. 1 dead.
- March 2, 2002 – The Yeshivat Beit Yisrael massacre was a suicide bombing which occurred in the Beit Yisrael neighborhood in downtown Jerusalem. 11 killed 54 injured.
- March 9, 2002 – The Café Moment bombing was a Palestinian terrorist attack in a coffee shop in downtown Jerusalem, Israel. 11dead 54 injured.
- March 20, 2002 – The Umm al-Fahm bus bombing was a suicide bombing which occurred on a bus which was passing through Umm al-Fahm in northern Israel
- March 21, 2002 – King George Street bombing. 3 dead 42 injured.
- March 27, 2002 – The Passover massacre was a suicide bombing carried out by Hamas at the Park Hotel in Netanya. 30 dead 140 wounded.
- March 29, 2002 – Kiryat HaYovel supermarket bombing. 2 dead 28 wounded.
- March 30, 2002 – Attack on the Raghunath temple
- March 31, 2002 – The Matza restaurant suicide bombing occurred, when a Palestinian Hamas suicide bomber detonated his bomb inside the Matza restaurant in Haifa, Israel, near the Grand Canyon shopping mall, killing 16 Israeli civilians and injuring over 40 people.
- April 10, 2002 – Yagur Junction bombing. 8 killed 19 injured.
- April 11, 2002 – Ghriba synagogue bombing A natural gas truck rigged with explosives detonated in front of the ancient El Ghriba synagogue on the Tunisian island of Djerba, killing 14 Germans, 3 Tunisians, and 2 French. More than 30 people were wounded.
- April 12, 2002 – 2002 Mahane Yehuda Market bombing. 6 killed 104 wounded.
- May 7, 2002 – The 2002 Rishon LeZion bombing was a suicide bombing which occurred at a crowded game club located in the new industrial area of Rishon Lezion. 16 killed 57 injured.
- May 8, 2002 – 2002 Karachi bus bombing A man driving a car bomb detonated next to a bus carrying mostly French engineers. 11 Frenchmen and 2 Pakistanis were killed (not including the bomber).
- May 14, 2002 – three terrorists attacked a tourist bus near the town of Kaluchak in the Indian state Jammu and Kashmir .
- May 19, 2002 – Netanya Market bombing. 3 dead 56+ injured.
- June 5, 2002 – Megiddo Junction bus bombing. 17 dead 43 injured.
- June 11, 2002 – 2002 Herzliya shawarma restaurant bombing. 1 dead 15 injured.
- June 14, 2002 – The first of several attacks targeting the U.S. consulate in Karachi. 12 killed, 51 injured.
- June 18, 2002 – Patt Junction Bus Bombing. 19 dead 74 injured.
- June 19, 2002 – 2002 French Hill suicide bombing. 7 dead ~50 injured.
- June 20, 2002 – A British national was killed when a bomb placed under his car detonated in Al Nakheel.[17]
- July 13, 2002 – Militants kill 29 Hindu labourers in Qasim Nagar on the outskirts of Jammu in Jammu and Kashmir.
- July 16, 2002 – 2002 Immanuel bus attack. 9 dead 20 injured.
- July 17, 2002 – Neve Shaanan Street bombing. 5 dead 40 injured.
- July 31, 2002 – Hebrew University bombing. 9 dead ~100 injured.
- August 4, 2002 – Meron Junction Bus 361 attack. 9 dead 38 injured.
- September 19, 2002 – Allenby Street bus bombing. 6 dead ~70 injured.
- September 24, 2002 – Akshardham Temple attack
- October 2, 2002 – The first of three bomb blasts in Zamboanga City kills 4 people, including one United States Green Beret and wounds 25 others, including another United States Green Beret.
- October 6, 2002 – An explosive-laden dinghy rammed the French-flagged tanker Limburg in the Gulf of Aden off of Yemen, killing one crewman and seriously damaging the ship.
- October 8, 2002 – Faylaka Island attack Two Kuwaiti jihadists attacked a group of United States Marines, killing one and injuring another. Both attackers were killed.
- October 12, 2002 – 2002 Bali bombings in the tourist district of Kuta on the Indonesian island of Bali, killing 202 people and injuring 240.[21]
- October 17, 2002 – The second of three bomb blasts targets a shopping centre in Zamboanga City, killing at least 7 and wounding about 150 people.
- October 21, 2002 – The third of three bomb blasts targets Fort Pilar, a Catholic shrine in Zamboanga City, killing a Philippine Marine guarding the church and wounding 18 others.
- October 21, 2002 – Karkur junction suicide bombing. 14 dead +40 injured
- October 23, 2002 – The Moscow theater hostage crisis was the seizure of the crowded Dubrovka Theater by Islamists. 170+ dead (including 40 perpetrators) 700+ injured.
- October 27, 2002 – Sonol gas station bombing. 3 dead 18 injured.
- November 21, 2002 – Kiryat Menachem bus bombing. 11 dead 50 injured.
- November 24, 2002 – Attack on the Raghunath temple
- November 28, 2002 – 2002 Mombasa attacks Islamic terrorists launch simultaneous attacks against an Israeli-owned hotel in Mombasa and an Israeli charter plane. 13 people (10 Kenyans and 3 Israelis), not including 3 suicide bombers, were killed and 80 injured at the hotel, but the plane was missed by the two missiles fired at it.
- January 5, 2003 – Tel Aviv central bus station massacre. 23 dead 100+ injured.
- February 20, 2003 – An American employee of BAE Systems was shot to death in his car in Riyadh.[22][23][24]
- February 28, 2003 – A gunman opens fire on the U.S. consulate in Karachi. 2 police officers killed, 5 police officers and 1 civilian injured.
- March 5, 2003 – Haifa bus 37 suicide bombing. 17 dead 53 wounded.
- April 30, 2003 – Mike's Place suicide bombing. 3 dead 50+ injured.
- May 1, 2003 – A man dressed in a Royal Saudi Navy uniform penetrated an American base, killing one American, before escaping unscathed.[25]
- May 12, 2003 – Several heavily-armed gunmen open fire and detonate vehicle bombs outside three housing compounds in Riyadh occupied by Westerners, killing 27 people (12 attackers also were killed). More than 160 people were wounded.
- May 12, 2003 – The 2003 Znamenskoye suicide bombing. 59 killed 200 injured.
- May 16, 2003 – A series of suicide bombings in Casablanca killed 45 people and injured over 100 others.
- May 18, 2003 – 2003 French Hill suicide bombings. 7 dead 20 injured.
- May 19, 2003 – Afula mall bombing. 3 dead 70 injured.
- June 11, 2003 – Davidka Square bus bombing. 17 dead ~100 injured.
- August 5, 2003 – 2003 Marriott Hotel bombing in Mega Kuningan, South Jakarta, Indonesia; suicide bomber detonated a car bomb outside the JW Marriott Jakarta lobby, killing 12 and injuring 150.
- August 19, 2003 – Shmuel HaNavi bus bombing. 24 dead 130+ injured.
- August 25, 2003 – Twin car bombings killed 54, and injured 244 people in Mumbai.
- September 9, 2003 – Tzrifin bus stop attack. 9 dead 15 injured.
- September 9, 2003 – Café Hillel bombing. 7 dead 50+ injured.
- October 4, 2003 – The Maxim restaurant suicide bombing was a suicide bombing in the beachfront "Maxim" restaurant in Haifa, Israel. 21 people were killed in the attack and 51 were injured. Among the victims were two families and four children, including a two-month-old baby.
- November 8, 2003 – A suicide truck bomb detonated outside a housing compound in Laban Valley, west of Riyadh, killing 17 and wounding 122.
- November 15–20, 2003 – 2003 Istanbul bombings, killed 57 people and wounded 700.
- January 10, 2004 – 2004 Palopo cafe bombing An IED underneath a table, killing 4 and wounding 3.
- January 14, 2004 – 2004 Erez Crossing bombing. killed 4 injured 10.
- January 29, 2004 – Gaza Street bus bombing. killed 11 injured 50+.
- February 6, 2004 – The February 2004 Moscow Metro bombing. 41 killed up to 120 injured.
- February 22, 2004 – Liberty Bell Park bus bombing. killed 8 injured 60.
- February 27, 2004 – The sinking of SuperFerry 14 by Abu Sayyaf terrorists results in the deaths of 116 people.
- March 9, 2004 – March 9, 2004 attack on Istanbul restaurant Two Islamic militants open fire and detonate pipe bombs, killing one and wounding 5 others. One attacker was killed and the other was seriously injured.
- March 11, 2004 – Madrid train bombings, killed 191 people and wounded 1,800.[26][27]
- March 14, 2004 – 2004 Ashdod Port bombings. 10 dead 16 wounded.
- April 21, 2004 – A car bomb explodes outside a building originally used by the Saudi police, killing 5 and wounding 148.
- May 1, 2004 – 2004 Yanbu attack At least four militants stormed the offices of Texas-based ABB Lummus in Yanbu' al Bahr, Saudi Arabia, killing 7.
- May 29–30, 2004 – 2004 Khobar massacre Four Al Qaeda-linked militants attacked two oil industry installations and a residential compound in Al-Khobar, Saudi Arabia, killing 22 and injuring 25.
- June 6, 2004 – BBC journalist Simon Cumbers and correspondent Frank Gardner were attacked by Al Qaeda sympathizers while filming an Al Qaeda safehouse in Al-Suwaidi, Riyadh. Cumbers was killed, while Gardner was seriously injured.
- June 8, 2004 – An American employee of Vinnell Corp. was killed in Riyadh.[29][30][31][32]
- June 13, 2004 – In Riyadh, American Paul Marshall Johnson was kidnapped at a fake police checkpoint. He was later beheaded on June 18.
- July 28, 2004 – The 2004 Baqubah bombing on police volunteers killing 68 injuring dozens.
- August 1, 2004 – The 2004 Iraq churches attacks killing at least 12 people and wounding 71+.
- August 3, 2004 – An Irish national was shot and killed in Riyadh.[33]
- August 21, 2004 – The 2004 Dhaka grenade attack was carried out by members of Harkat-ul-Jihad al-Islami against an anti-terrorism rally, killing 24 and injuring over 300.
- August 31, 2004 – The August 2004 Moscow Metro bombing. 10 killed 50 injured.
- August 31, 2004 – Beersheba bus bombings. 16 killed 100+ injured.
- September 1, 2004 – Beslan school hostage crisis, approximately 344 civilians including 186 children killed.[34][35]
- September 9, 2004 – 2004 Australian Embassy bombing in Jakarta, Indonesia; suicide bomber exploded a one-ton car bomb, which was packed into a small Daihatsu delivery van, outside the Australian embassy at Kuningan District, South Jakarta killing 9 and injuring over 150.
- September 15, 2004 – A British national working for the Marconi Company was shot to death in his car in Riyadh.[36]
- October 7, 2004 – The 2004 Sinai bombings targeting tourist hotels in Egypt's Sinai Peninsula killed 34 and wounded 171.
- November 2, 2004 – The murder of Theo van Gogh by Amsterdam-born jihadist Mohammed Bouyeri.[37]
- November 13, 2004 – 2004 Poso bus bombing An IED targeting a bus travelling to the majority Christian village of Silancak kills 6 and wounds 3.
- December 6, 2004 – Five militants attacked the American consulate in Jeddah, killing 9 and wounding about 10. Three attackers were killed by Saudi security forces, who wounded and arrested the other two.[38]
- January 13, 2005 – Karni border crossing attack. 6 killed 4 injured.
- February 14, 2005 – Assassination of Rafic Hariri The former Prime Minister of Lebanon, Rafic Hariri, was among 22 people killed when 1,000 kg of TNT exploded near his motorcade in Beirut.
- February 25, 2005 – Stage Club bombing. 5 killed 50+ injured.
- May 28, 2005 – The 2005 Tentena market bombings in Indonesia kill 22 and wound about 90.
- July 5, 2005 – Attack on the Hindu Ram temple in Ayodhya, India. 6 dead.
- July 7, 2005 – Multiple bombings in London Underground. 53 killed by four suicide bombers. Nearly 700 injured.
- July 12, 2005 – 12 July 2005 HaSharon Mall suicide bombing. 5 killed 90+ injured.
- July 23, 2005 – Bomb attacks at Sharm el-Sheikh, an Egyptian resort city, at least 64 people killed.
- August 17, 2005 – The 2005 Bangladesh bombings, carried out by Jama'atul Mujahideen Bangladesh, kill 2 civilians and wound 50 others.
- October 1, 2005 – 2005 Bali bombings in Jimbaran & Kuta, Bali, Indonesia; a series of bombings kills at least 20 and injures over 100.
- October 26, 2005 – Hadera Market bombing. 7 killed 55 injured.
- October 29, 2005 – 2005 Delhi bombings, India. Over 60 killed and over 180 injured in a series of three attacks in crowded markets and a bus.[39]
- October 30, 2005 – Muslim militants on the Indonesian island of Sulawesi behead three Christian girls.
- November 9, 2005 – 2005 Amman bombings. a series of coordinated suicide attacks on hotels in Amman, Jordan. Over 60 killed and 115 injured.[40][41] Four attackers including a husband and wife team were involved.[42]
- December 5, 2005 – 5 December 2005 HaSharon Mall suicide bombing. 5 dead 40+ injured.
- December 31, 2005 – A nail bomb explodes in a butcher's shop frequented by Christians in Palu, Indonesia, killing 8 and wounding 53.
- March 2, 2006 – A suicide car bomb exploded outside the Marriott Hotel, about 20 yards away from the U.S. consulate in Karachi. 4 killed and 30 injured.
- March 7, 2006 – A series of bombings occurred across the Hindu holy city of Varanasi killing at least 28 people and injuring 101 others.
- May 30, 2006 – Kedumim bombing. 4 dead.
- April 17, 2006 – 2006 Tel Aviv shawarma restaurant bombing. 11 killed 70 injured.
- April 24, 2006 – 2006 Dahab bombings. 23 killed ~80 injured.
- April 30, 2006 – 2006 Doda massacre: Thirty-five Hindus killed by terrorists in Doda district in Jammu and Kashmir.
- July 11, 2006 – 2006 Mumbai train bombings: Seven bomb blasts over a period of 11 minutes on the Suburban Railway in Mumbai. 209 killed and over 700 injured.[43]
- September 15, 2006 – The September 15, 2006 Yemen attacks were two attempted bombings of oil facilities in Yemen. 5 dead (4 attackers).
- January 29, 2007 – Eilat bakery bombing. 3 killed.
- April 18, 2007 – The Zirve Publishing House massacre. Three employees of the Bible publishing house were attacked, tortured and murdered by five Muslim assailants.
- May 13, 2007 – Jaipur bombings. 80 dead 216 injured.
- June 30, 2007 – 2007 Glasgow International Airport attack, 5 injured.
- July 10, 2007 — July 11, 2007 – 2007 Basilan beheading incident by Moro Islamic Liberation Front 14 dead 9 wounded.
- August 14, 2007 – Qahtaniya bombings. Four suicide vehicle bombings in two predominantly Yazidi towns in northern Iraq. 796 killed, 1,562 wounded.[44]
- February 4, 2008 – 2008 Dimona suicide bombing. 1 killed 9 injured.
- July 26, 2008 – 2008 Ahmedabad bombings. 56 dead, over 200 injured.[45][46]
- September 13, 2008 – Bombing series in Delhi, India. Pakistani extremist groups plant bombs at several places including India Gate, out of which the ones at Karol Bagh, Connaught Place and Greater Kailash explode leaving around 30 people dead and 130 injured, followed by another attack two weeks later at the congested Mehrauli area, leaving 3 people dead.
- September 20, 2008 – Islamabad Marriott Hotel bombing: A dump truck filled with explosives detonated outside the Marriott Hotel in Islamabad, killing at least 54, including 2 American servicemen.
- September 27, 2008 – 27 September 2008 Delhi blast: An explosion in Mehrauli's Electronic market called Sarai, killed 3 and injured 23 others.
- October 2008 – January 2009 – 2008 attacks on Christians in Mosul. 40+ dead.
- November 26, 2008 – Muslim extremists kill at least 166 people and wound numerous others in a series of coordinated attacks on India's financial capital, Mumbai. The government of India blamed Pakistan based militant group Lashkar-e-Taiba and stated that the terrorists killed/caught were citizens of Pakistan, a claim which the Pakistani government first refused but then accepted when given proof. Ajmal Kasab, one of the terrorists, was caught alive.[47][48]
- June 1, 2009 – 2009 Little Rock recruiting office shooting by Abdulhakim Muhajid Muhammad. 1 killed and 1 injured
- June 18, 2009 – 2009 Beledweyne bombing by Al-Shabaab. 35 dead.
- July 17, 2009 – 2009 Marriott and Ritz-Carlton Hotels bombing in Mega Kuningan, South Jakarta, Indonesia; suicide bombers hit the Marriott and 5 minutes later the Ritz-Carlton. 9 killed and 53 injured
- November 5, 2009 – Fort Hood shooting, at Fort Hood near Killeen, Texas. 13 dead, 33 injured.
- January 7, 2010 – The Nag Hammadi massacre was a massacre of Coptic Christians carried out in the Egyptian city of Nag Hammadi. 11 killed 11 injured.
- February 3, 2010 – February 2010 Lower Dir bombing. 8 dead 70 injured.
- March 3, 2010 – The 2010 Baqubah bombings were a series of three bombings that killed at least 33 people and injured 55 others.
- March 29, 2010 – Moscow Metro bombings. 40 dead, 102 injured. Caucasus Emirate claimed responsibility[49]
- May 10, 2010 – The 10 May 2010 Iraq attacks were a series of bomb and shooting attacks that occurred in Iraq. 100+ dead 350+ injured.
- May 28, 2010 – Attacks on Ahmadi Mosques Lahore, Pakistan. Tehrik-i-Taliban Pakistan claimed attacks on two mosques simultaneously belonging to the Ahmadiyya Muslim Community, killing nearly 100 and injuring many others.[50]
- July 11, 2010 – The July 2010 Kampala attacks were suicide bombings carried out against crowds watching a screening of the 2010 FIFA World Cup Final match. 74 dead 70 injured.
- July 15, 2010 – The 2010 Zahedan bombings were two suicide bombings, that targeted Shia worshippers in Iran, including members of the Revolutionary Guards. 27+ dead 270+ injured.
- August 17, 2010 – 17 August 2010 Baghdad bombings. 69+ dead 169 injured.
- August 25, 2010 – 25 August 2010 Iraq bombings. 53+ dead 270+ injured.
- October 31, 2010 – 2010 Baghdad church massacre. At least 51 dead 78 injured.
- November 5, 2010 – 2010 Darra Adam Khel mosque bombing. At least 66 people, including children, were killed, 80 others were wounded.
- December 7, 2010 – 2010 Varanasi bombing, India. 2 dead, 37 injured.
- December 10, 2010 – 2010 Stockholm bombing, Sweden. killing the bomber and injuring two people.
- January 1, 2011 – The 2011 Alexandria bombing. 23 dead 97 injured.
- January 18–20, 2011 – The January 2011 Iraq suicide attacks. 137+ killed 230 injured.
- January 21, 2011 – Domodedovo International Airport bombing. 37 killed, 173 wounded[51]
- January 27, 2011 – 27 January 2011 Baghdad bombing killing 48 wounding 78.
- February 12, 2011 – 2011 Samarra bombing. 48 dead 80 injured.
- March 2, 2011 – 2011 Frankfurt Airport shooting, Frankfurt, Germany. 2 dead, 2 injured.
- March 8, 2011 – 2011 Faisalabad bombing. 25+ dead 127+ injured.
- March 29, 2011 – The 2011 Tikrit assault was an attack by the Islamic State of Iraq that took place in the city of Tikrit, Iraq. 65 dead 100 injured.
- May 5, 2011 – 2011 Al Hillah bombing. 24 dead 72 injured.
- May 7, 2011 – The 2011 Imbaba church attacks were a series of attacks against Coptic Christian churches. 15 dead 232 injured.
- July 18, 2011 – 2011 Hotan attack, Hotan, China. A group of 18 young Uyghur men who opposed the local government's campaign against the full-face Islamic veil perpetrated a series of coordinated bomb and knife attacks and occupied a police station on Nuerbage Street, killing two security guards and taking eight hostages. The attackers yelled religious slogans, including ones associated with Jihadism, 4 killed, 4 wounded.
- July 30, 2011 – A series of knife and bomb attacks occurred in Kashgar, China. Uyghur men hijacked a truck, killed its driver and drove into a crowd of pedestrians. They then got out of the vehicle and attacked pedestrians with knives. On July 31, a chain of two explosions started a fire in a restaurant, 15 killed, 42 wounded.
- September 7, 2011 – 2011 Delhi bombing took place in the Indian capital Delhi. 17 dead 76 injured.
- September 4, 2011 – 2011 Mogadishu bombing. 100 dead 110+ injured.
- October 7–13, 2011 – October 2011 Baghdad bombings. 64 dead 190 injured.
- October 28, 2011 – A Wahhabi Islamist attacked the US embassy in Sarajevo with a firearm. He wounded a police officer before being shot and injured by police.[52]
- December 22, 2011 – The 22 December 2011 Baghdad bombings were a series of coordinated attacks. 60+ dead. 160+ injured.
- December 25, 2011 – Christmas Day bombings were bomb blasts and shootings at churches in Madalla, Jos, Gadaka, and Damaturu. Over 41 people are reported dead.[53]
- December 28, 2011 - 15 Uyghur youths kidnap two goat shepherds en route to Pakistan for jihadist training. 8 dead 5 injured
- January 5, 2012 – Iraqi bombings, Baghdad and Nasiriyah, Iraq by Islamic State of Iraq. 73 dead, 149 injured.
- February 14, 2012 – A series of explosions occurred in Bangkok, Thailand, 5 wounded.
- February 23, 2012 – Iraqi attacks, Baghdad, Iraq by Islamic State of Iraq. 83 dead, 250+ injured.
- March 20, 2012 – Iraqi attacks, Baghdad and at least 9 other cities, Iraq. 52 dead, ~ 250 injured.
- March 20, 2012 – Toulouse and Montauban shootings in France. 7 dead, 5 injured.
- May 3, 2012 – Makhachkala attack. 14 dead, including 2 suicide bombers, 130 wounded[54]
- May 21, 2012 – 2012 Sana'a bombing against Yemeni Army soldiers practicing for the annual Unity Day military parade. 101+ dead 220+ injured.
- June 13, 2012 – The 13 June 2012 Iraq attacks were a series of simultaneous bombings and shootings occurred in Iraq. At least 93 people were killed and over 300 wounded.
- June 29, 2012 - Tianjin Airlines Flight 7554 is diverted after an attempted hijacking which led to a fight with the 6 Uyghur men subsequently being restrained. 2 dead 14 injured
- July 18, 2012 – 2012 Burgas bus bombing. 7 dead, including the suicide bomber and 32 injured at Burgas Airport, Burgas, Bulgaria.
- July 23, 2012 – 23 July 2012 Iraq attacks. 116 dead 229 injured.
- August 16, 2012 – 16 August 2012 Iraq attacks. 128 dead 417 injured.
- September 9, 2012 – 9 September 2012 Iraq attacks. 108+ dead 371+ injured.
- September 11, 2012 – 2012 Benghazi attack on the U.S. Consulate. 4 dead, 11 injured.
- January 10, 2013 – January 2013 Pakistan bombings. 130 dead 270 injured.
- January 16, 2013 – In Amenas hostage crisis. 67+ dead.
- February 16, 2013 – February 2013 Quetta bombing. At least 110 people were killed and 200 injured after a bomb hidden in a water tank exploded at a market in Hazara Town.
- February 21, 2013 – 2013 Hyderabad blasts, two bomb blasts killed 16 people and injured 119.
- March 19, 2013 – 19 March 2013 Iraq attacks 98+ dead 240+ injured.
- April 15, 2013 – Boston Marathon bombings. Two brothers, Tamerlan and Dzhokhar Tsarnev, planted two bombs near the finish line of the Boston Marathon. The blast killed 3 and injured 183 others.[55]
- May 11, 2013 – Reyhanlı bombings, killed 52 people and wounded 140.
- May 22, 2013 – Two men with cleavers kill British soldier Lee Rigby in Woolwich.[56][57]
- May 23, 2013 – Battle of Agadez and Arlit. Two coordinated attacks perpetrated by Islamists affiliates targeted the two Niger towns of Agadez and Arlit. 26 dead, 30+ wounded.
- May 23, 2013 – 2013 La Défense attack. An Islamic extremist wielding a knife attacked and wounded a French soldier in the Paris suburb of La Défense. 1 wounded.
- May 27, 2013 – 27 May 2013 Baghdad bombings. 71 dead 224 injured.
- June 15, 2013 – June 2013 Quetta attacks by Lashkar-e-Jhangvi. 26 dead 20+ injured.
- June 22, 2013 – 2013 Nanga Parbat tourist shooting. 11 dead 2 injured.
- July 7, 2013 – A series of ten bombs explode in and around the Mahabodhi Temple complex, in Bodh Gaya, India. 5 wounded.
- September 13, 2013 – 2013 attack on U.S. consulate in Herat. 2 dead 20 injured.
- September 21, 2013 – Westgate shopping mall attack, 67 killed, 175 wounded.[58][59][60]
- September 22, 2013 – Peshawar church attack, 80–83 killed, 250 wounded.
- September 29, 2013 – Gujba college massacre. 44 students killed by Boko Haram
- October 28, 2013 – A 4x4 vehicle crashed into a crowd and burst into flames in Tiananmen Square in Beijing, 5 killed, 38 wounded.
- December 5, 2013 – At the 2013 Sana'a attack at least 56 people died and 162 were wounded.
- January 19, 2014 – 2014 Bannu bombing by Taliban. 26 dead 38 injured.
- February 14, 2014 – Borno Massacre at least 200 killed by Boko Haram[61]
- March 1, 2014 – A group of 8 individuals attacked civilians at Kunming Railway Station, 28 dead, 143 wounded.
- April 14, 2014 – The April 2014 Abuja bombing by Boko Haram. 88+ dead 200+ injured.
- April 30, 2014 – Two assailants attacked passengers and detonated explosives at the Ürümqi railway station, 3 dead, 79 wounded.
- May 20, 2014 – Jos bombings at least 118 killed and over 56 injured[62]
- May 22, 2014 – Two SUVs which carried 5 assailants were driven into a street market in Ürümqi and up to a dozen explosives were thrown at shoppers through the windows of the SUVs. The cars then crashed into shoppers and collided into each other and exploded, 39 dead, 90+ wounded.
- May 24, 2014 – Jewish Museum of Belgium shooting. Gunman opened fire at the Jewish Museum in Brussels killing 4 people.
- August 2014 – ISIL fighters massacred some 700 people, mostly men, of the Shu'aytat tribe in Deir ez-Zor Governorate.[63]
- August 15, - 2014 Quetta Airbase attack, twelve militants dead.
- September 23, 2014 – 2014 Endeavour Hills stabbings. Numan Haider, an Afghan Australian stabbed two counter terrorism officers in Melbourne, Australia. He was then shot dead.[64]
- October 5, 2014 – 2014 Grozny bombing. 5 officers and the suicide bomber, were killed, while 12 others were wounded.[65]
- October 20, 2014 – 2014 Saint-Jean-sur-Richelieu ramming attack. Lone attacker used his car to run over two Canadian soldiers. 1 killed, 1 injured
- October 22, 2014 – 2014 shootings at Parliament Hill, Ottawa. Lone attacker shot a soldier at a war memorial and attacked Parliament. 1 killed, 3 injured.[66]
- October 22, 2014 – A Hamas terrorist rammed his vehicle into a group of people waiting at a light rail station in Jerusalem. 2 killed 8 wounded.[67]
- October 23, 2014 – Zale H. Thomson, also known as Zaim Farouq Abdul-Malik, attacked four New York policemen in the subway with a hatchet, severely injuring one in the back of the head and injuring another policeman in the arm before being shot to death by the remaining officers, who also shot a civilian.[68]
- November 5, 2014 – In the November 2014 Jerusalem vehicular attack a Hamas operative deliberately drove a van at high speed into a crowd of people. 4 killed 13 wounded.
- November 10, 2014 – An Israeli IDF soldier was stabbed to death by a Lone wolf jihadist.[69]
- November 14, 2014 – 2014 Jerusalem synagogue attack 5 dead. 7 injured.
- November 28, 2014 – Kano bombing. Around 120 people were killed and another 260 injured.[70][71][72][73]
- December 1, 2014 – A burqa-clad woman stabs a 47-year-old American teacher to death in a mall restroom in Abu Dhabi. She later plants a bomb outside the home of an Egyptian-American doctor, which was safely dismantled.[74]
- December 4, 2014 – 2014 Grozny clashes. 26 total dead, including 14 policemen, 11 Jihadist from Caucasus Emirate, 1 civilian[75]
- December 9, 2014 – In the 2014 Bukidnon bus bombing 11 people died and 43 were injured.
- December 15–16, 2014 – 2014 Sydney hostage crisis. A lone gunman, Man Haron Monis, held hostage ten customers and eight employees of a Lindt chocolate café at Martin Place in Sydney. Police treated the event as a terrorist attack at the time. It was however designated as a terrorist attack by the state government but Monis' motives have subsequently been debated. 3 dead 4 injured.
- December 16, 2014 – 2014 Peshawar school attack. Over 140 people dead, including at least 132 children.[76]
- December 16, 2014 – 2014 Rada' bombings. Two suicide car bombers rammed their vehicles into a Shiite rebels' checkpoint killing 26, including 16 students.[77]
- December 18, 2014 – 2014 Gumsuri kidnappings. Boko Haram insurgents killed 32 men and kidnapped at least 185 women and children.[78]
- December 18, 2014 – Mass grave of 230 Tribesmen killed by ISIL found in Eastern Syria.[79]
- December 20, 2014 – 2014 Joué-lès-Tours stabbings. A man yelling Allahu Akbar attacked a police office with a knife. He was killed, 3 police officers were injured[80]
- December 21, 2014 – 2014 Dijon attack. A man yelling Allahu Akbar ran over 11 pedestrians with his vehicle. 11 injured
- December 22, 2014 – Boko Haram insurgents bombed a bus station in the city of Gombe, killing at least twenty people.[81]
- December 2014 – ISIL militants execute 150 women Iraqi province of Al-Anbar, some of whom were pregnant at the time, who refuse to marry their fighters.[82]
- December 24, 2014 – A suicide bomber killed 33 people and wounded 55 others in Madaen, about 25 km (15 miles) south of Baghdad.[83]
- December 25, 2014 – Al-Shabaab attack in Mogadishu leaves 9 dead.[84]
- December 28, 2014 – Boko Haram attacks village in Cameroon leaving 30 dead.[85]
- January 5, 2015 – A car packed with explosives drove up to the headquarters of EUPOL Afghanistan, a European police-training organization, in Kabul and detonated. Taliban claimed responsibility. 1 killed 16 wounded.[86]
- January 6, 2015 – Two suicide bombers attacked a mosque in the town of Al-Jubba while Iraqi soldiers were resting, killing 10 soldiers plus the two attackers. Clashes following the bombings left 13 security personnel dead and 21 wounded.[87]
- January 7–9, 2015 – A series of 5 attacks in and around Paris kill 17 people, plus 3 attackers, and leave 22 other people injured.
- January 8, 2015 – 2015 Baga massacre. Boko Haram attacks town of Baga in northern Nigeria killing at least 200 people. Another 2000 are unaccounted for.[88]
- January 10, 2015 – In the 2015 Jabal Mohsen suicide attacks 9 people died and 30+ were wounded.
- January 29, 2015 – January 2015 Sinai attacks. 44 killed, several wounded.
- January 30, 2015 – Suicide bomber killed at least 55, injuring at least 59 in a Shiite mosque in southern Pakistan.[89]
- February 13, 2015 – Heavily armed militants killed at least 19 people and wounded more than 40 after they stormed into a Shiite mosque during Friday Prayer in a suburb of Peshawar.[90]
- February 14–15, 2015 – 2015 Copenhagen attacks. A gunman opened fire at the Krudttoenden café and later at the Great Synagogue in Copenhagen, killing two civilians and injuring five others.[91]
- March 7, 2015 – Five suicide bomb blasts leave 58 dead and 143 wounded in the 2015 Maiduguri suicide bombing.
- March 15, 2015 – Suicide bombers kill at least 15 people in attacks on two churches in Lahore.[92]
- March 18, 2015 – Bardo National Museum attack. Militants linked to Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant (ISIL) attack the Bardo National Museum with guns, killing 21 people and injuring around 50.[93]
- March 20, 2015 – 2015 Sana'a mosque bombings. 135 killed in bombings on several mosques by ISIL.[94]
- March 25, 2015 – ISIL affiliates, The Shura Council of Benghazi Revolutionaries in Libya carried out suicide bombings in the city of Benghazi. Twelve were killed and 25 wounded. Five additional dead during attacks with a local militia.[95]
- March 27, 2015 – Makka al-Mukarama hotel attack. 20+ dead 28 wounded.
- April 2, 2015 – 148 killed in Al-Shabaab's Garissa University College attack.[96]
- April 8, 2015 – In the city of Riyadh two policemen are shot dead. ISIL is blamed to be behind the attack.[97][98]
- April 14, 2015 – Militants of Al-Shabaab attack a government building in Mogadishu in the 2015 Ministry of Higher Education attack. 17 dead 15 wounded.
- April 17, 2015 – A series of bombings by the ISIL occurred through Baghdad. 40+ killed 59+ injured.[99]
- April 17, 2015 – A car bomb exploded at the entrance of the US consulate in Erbil, Iraq. ISIL took credit for the attack. 3 killed 5 wounded.[100]
- April 18, 2015 – A suicide bomb detonated in front of a bank in Jalalabad, Afghanistan. ISIL claims responsibility. 33 killed 100+ injured.[101]
- April 19, 2015 – A 32-year Frenchwoman is murdered by a gunman whose plot to attack a church is foiled shortly after.[102]
- April 20, 2015 – A minivan of UN workers was bombed by Al-Shabaab in the Puntland region of Somalia. 9 dead 4 injured.[103]
- April 27, 2015 – At the Zvornik police station terrorist attack in the city of Zvornik, Republika Srpska, in Bosnia and Herzegovina, an armed member of a wahhabist movement opened fire on the police. In the shooting, a police officer was killed, two others were injured, and the attacker was killed by police.[104]
- May 3, 2015 – Two car bombs were detonated ten minutes apart in Baghdad, Iraq. Nineteen were killed and an unknown number wounded. ISIS claimed responsibility for the attacks.[105]
- May 3, 2015 – Two gunmen attacked the Curtis Culwell Center during a 'Draw Muhammad' cartoon art exhibit in Garland, Texas . 2 dead (perpetrators) 1 injured.[106][107][108][109][110]
- May 3, 2015 – Taliban militants overran checkpoints in Warduj, killing 17 policemen.[111]
- May 4, 2015 – A government bus was attacked by a suicide bomber in Kabul, killing one person and injuring 15 others.[112]
- May 10, 2015 – Two car bombs were detonated ten minutes apart in Baghdad, Iraq and surrounding towns of Taji and Tarmiyah. ISIS claims responsibility. 14 were killed and wounding 30.[113]
- May 10, 2015 – A bus carrying Afghan government employees was attacked in Kabul by a suicide bomber, killing 3 people and injuring 10. Taliban claimed responsibility.[114]
- May 13, 2015 – A bus carrying Shia Muslims was attacked by six armed gunman who rode up in motorcycles. Several Islamist groups claim responsibility. 45 dead 13 injured.[115]
- May 14, 2015 – A hotel that was hosting a cultural event was attacked by Taliban fighters in Kabul leaving 14 dead including an American, an Italian, and 4 Indians.[116]
- May 17, 2015 – A Taliban suicide attack near the entrance of Hamid Karzai International Airport targeting a European police training vehicle. 3 dead 18 injured.[117]
- May 19, 2015 – A suicide car bombing detonated in the parking lot of a Justice Ministry building in the diplomatic section of Kabul, killing 4 people wounding 42.[118]
- May 21, 2015 – A suicide bomber detonated his explosives at a military checkpoint outside of Misrata killing himself and two guards.[119]
- May 22, 2015 – A suicide bomber attacked a Shia mosque during prayer in the al-Qadeeh village. ISIS claimed responsibility for the attack. 21 dead +90 injured.[120]
- May 25, 2015 – Taliban militants killed 19 policemen and six soldiers during a siege at a police compound in Nawzad District of Afghanistan.[121]
- May 26, 2015 – Al-Shabaab militants attacked two police patrols which turned into a gun battle north of Garissa, 5 police officers were injured but they were able to kill both of the attackers.[122]
- May 28, 2015 – Two car bombs were set off minutes apart targeting the Cristal Grand Ishtar Hotel and the Babylon. 10 killed and 30 wounded.[123]
- May 29, 2015 – A suicide bomber attacked a Shia mosque in Dammam detonating the bomb in the parking lot. 4killed, unknown injured.[124]
- June 1, 2015 – Three suicide bombers in humvees attacked an Iraqi police station in the Tharthar region in Northern Anbar Province. 41 dead, 63 wounded.[125]
- June 13, 2015 – Four suicide SUV car bombs went off in an Iraqi police station in the Hajjaj near Tikrit and Baiji. 11 dead, 27 injured.[126]
- June 26, 2015 – Saint-Quentin-Fallavier attack – Beheading in a factory near Lyon, head marked with Arabic writing and Islamist flags. Gas canisters planted provoked a fire. 1 dead, 11 injured.[127]
- June 26, 2015 – 2015 Kuwait mosque bombing – 27 people killed in explosion at Shia Imam Sadiq mosque in Kuwait City, medical sources tell Al Jazeera. Claimed by ISIS
- June 26, 2015 – 2015 Sousse attack – Attack in Tunisia against two tourist hotels, over 28 people died.
- June 26, 2015 – Battle of Leego (2015) Attack on AMISOM base in Somalia with a car bomb, assault rifles and RPGs, causing over 30 military deaths.
- June 29, 2015 – 2015 Shuvat Rachel sh
- ooting shooting attack on civilian car, 1 death.
- July 20, 2015 – 2015 Suruç bombing Suicide bombing killed 33 people and injured 104 in Kurdish majority city of Suruç. ISIL claims responsibility.[128]
- August 13, 2015 – 2015 Baghdad market truck bombing A truck bomb in a Baghdad market killed more than 70 and injures 200.[129]
- August 21, 2015 – 2015 Thalys train attack Shooting and stabbing in train traveling from Amsterdam to Paris injures 5. The incident is believed by French police to be an Islamist terrorist attack.[130]
- September 17, 2015 – Two suicide bombings in Baghdad killed 10 and injured 55. ISIL claims responsibility.[131]
- September 17, 2015 – An Islamist of Iraqi descent attacked and injured a police officer with a knife in Berlin. 1 injured, 1 dead (perpetrator).[132]
- September 24, 2015 – A bomb attack on a Shia mosque in Sana'a killed 25 and injured dozens more during prayers for the Muslim holiday of Eid al-Adha. Claimed by ISIL.[133]
- September 29, 2015 – Three men on a motorbike shot and killed an Italian aid worker. The attack has been claimed by ISIL.[134]
- October 1, 2015 – Multiple suicide bombings by Boko Haram in North-East Nigeria killed 14 people (including the bombers) and injured 39.[135]
- October 1, 2015 – Gunmen opened fire on a car near Nablus on the northern West Bank, killing a man and woman. 4 of their 6 children were also in the car and witnessed the attack, but were uninjured. The attackers have been praised by Hamas.[136][137]
- October 2, 2015 – 2015 Parramatta shooting. A NSW Police Force civilian employee was shot dead outside NSW Police Force headquarters on Charles Street, Parramatta, Sydney by a 15-year old lone gunman. The gunman then engaged with NSW Police Special Constables in a shootout before being killed, 2 dead.[138]
- October 3, 2015 – A Japanese man was shot and killed in a similar fashion to an Italian aid worker killed 4 days earlier. The attack has been claimed by ISIL.[139]
- October 3, 2015 – In Baghdad, two suicide bombings in Shiite majority neighbourhoods kill at least 18 people and injure 61. Attack claimed by ISIL.[140]
- October 5, 2015 – Two suicide bombings in Kabul targeted an Afghan intelligence centre. 3 people were injured in the attack, claimed by the Taliban.[141][142]
- October 7, 2015 – Militants of Al-Shabaab ambushed and killed the nephew of Somalia's president, Hassan Sheikh Mohamud. 2 dead.[143]
- October 10, 2015 - In the 2015 Ankara bombings at least 95 people were killed and 245 injured. According to two high ranked sources in the Turkish security forces ISIL is most likely responsible.[144][145]
- October 10, 2015 – Multiple suicide bombings in Chad killed 33 people and injured 51. The attack is believed to be the work of Boko Haram.[146]
- October 11, 2015 – A bomb attack in Kabul, targeting a British military convoy injured 7 Afghan civilians. The attack has been claimed by the Taliban.[147]
- October 22, 2015 – 20 people were killed in the northeast state of Borno, Nigeria in a Boko Haram attack.[148]
- October 31, 2015 - Bomb on board a Russian jet brings it down in Sinai, bound for St Petersburg, killing 224 people. [149]
- November 12, 2015 - Twin suicide bombings kill 42 people in the capital city of Beirut. [150]
- November 13, 2015 A series of 7 attacks kill 153 people in the capital city of Paris. [151]
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Do a body count from this - how many innocent men, women and children have been killed in the name of the religion of peace?
I can tell you that in 2015 alone there have been sixty-six terrorist attacks around the world. From this list and excluding the suicide bomber themselves where I could discern who or how many, 1,775 people have been murdered and 1,857 people have been injured - and that is just since January of this year.
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Philippa
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