On the Nature of Discovery, Confirmation, and Conspiracy

At it again...all for you.

by Angela K. Durden

A Magnificently Methodical Southern Woman
and The Most Brilliant Woman in the World 

Citizen Journalist.  Novelist. Author of other stuff. 

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For all everybody is hating on YouTube and Google these days — and rightly so in the instances of their surpressing the reporting on and discussion of political shenanigans — I cannot and will not completely dismiss these content providers out of hand. And here's why.

Because of YouTube/Google and content creators, I (otherwise known as A Magnificently Methodical Southern Woman and The Most Brilliant Woman in the World) get to hang out with some very interesting people I would never have met or known about. 

The video below (embedded for your easy watching pleasure) is one. No, I shall not tell you what it is about because that would ruin the journey of discovery for you. 

But I will tell you that having discovered that video and having watched it over a period of three days, I've had yet another confirmation of my brilliance and got to hear two men discuss why conspiracy is so difficult for many people to grasp. 

You see, I've always known conspiracy itself exists. I lived in a family rife with secret conspiratorial actions designed to either protect self and others or serve baser needs. As a child, I was torn because I felt that all who conspire are 100% evil, yet I could see these very people could do bad things and good and be kind and were talented all at the same time.

Lex Fridman, a Russian, interview Eric Weinstein, an American, in a long-form podcast. I am now a fan of long-form podcasts. I believe you will be, too. 

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Here is the link to the video to watch through the YouTube portal if you should so desire.

Lex Fridman's Podcast #134 with Eric Weinstein: On the Nature of Good and Evil, Genius and Madness

A Grubby Grab

At it again...all for you.

by Angela K. Durden

A Magnificently Methodical Southern Woman
and The Most Brilliant Woman in the World 

Citizen Journalist.  Novelist. Author of other stuff. 

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Communism (and its offspring Socialism, Fascism, and Pussy-Hat Wearing Politically Correct Liberal Democrat RINO Social Justice Warriors #CrunkNewsNetwork, et al) always has at its core a disdain for human rights, a hatred of God, and a grubby grab to satisfy selfish longing.

Interesting that they deny God's existence while fighting so hard against Him; which means, of course, that they acknowledge His existence because anybody who fights an enemy only they can see is usually called paranoid schizophrenic.

Communists are not paranoid schizophrenic, nor are they stupid. But they are selfish, greedy, venal, and worse, and that stops them from thinking clearly or well for the long-run. They have no conscience. They are not loyal and do not understand the concept of loyalty. Ethical behavior is a fast-moving target roaming in a misty forest, rarely seen and, when briefly glimpsed, has no hard edges.

Commies have nothing good to reach for. Nothing lofty to aspire to. Everything they want must be had by destroying what others have built. Even what they build is ugly. Their art is ugly. Their literature is boring. Their infrastructure, machinery, engineering, etc., doesn't work correctly most of the time.

Commies only know force. Their biggest enemies are themselves and their fellow "believers". They hate themselves and each other and everyone else. Once their objective is reached, and they are now faced with actually ruling, they are clueless. And like certain children will do when they don't like what is before them, they pitch tantrums...only Communists get everyone else in the sandbox to obey them at the point of a gun and the threats of missile, bomb, sanctions, imprisonment, torture, bribes...and promises they will never keep.

(Those threats and false promises often work...as we are seeing now, here, in the US Election process.)

To survive, their citizens become Underground Capitalists, which is just another title for Criminals under Communist rule. After producing distasteful and boring State-sponsored art, Artists and Musicians take their lives in their hand to let out that which lifts to a higher plain.

Communist thought and methodology do not support productive living conditions for anybody but the leaders who never suffer want, though they do have to worry about summary judgment in the form of a bullet through the brain when someone wants their job badly enough.

And just like the bully in the sandbox must be stopped, adults must intervene. Adults who understand the bigger picture, and who love freedom and seek justice. 

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How does one eat an elephant?

 by Angela K. Durden

A Magnificently Methodical Southern Woman
and The Most Brilliant Woman in the World 

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The old joke goes like this: How does one eat an elephant? One bite at a time.

But to do that, first one must kill the elephant because the elephant would have to be stupid to allow itself to be eaten bite by bite while it is still alive. Therefore, killing the elephant is where the challenge lies.

A lion is basically lazy. It will always go after the weakest of any herd. The young, the frail, the sick, slow, and aged.

But in this we are talking about animals and animals are very clear as to their roles. Hunter and hunted. Predator and prey.

Humans fit into the same two categories but the Good of them often ignore that knowledge. Next thing one knows comes the hard, fast rise of Evil because Good believes in the promising smile of the roaring lion that seeks to devour it.

However, one thing we know is this: Predators are always outnumbered by prey. While predators rip and tear, they always rip and tear at the weakest. The core of the herd may run for a bit, but it is never scattered. The strongest of them entrench, encircle the herd, and face outward toward the predators. Just their mere standing firm with horns out and feet firmly planted makes the predators slink away to wait for another opportunity to attack the weakest.

Predators always stand alone in the long run. Like the lion, they are lazy. Sure, they may work together for awhile, but they do not have the strong bonds of a herd. Never have. Never will. This is the weakness that keeps them in the minority.

Evil may roar, but has no long-term power. It cannot work together for long as its interests are always self-centered and selfish.

The battle is not over. It is never over.



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The Trump-Guthrie Debate...errrr...Town Hall

by Angela K. Durden

A Magnificently Methodical Southern Woman

and The Most Brilliant Woman in the World 

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I am usually not in favor of watching events televised live. Especially, town halls, debates, and so forth. The way I process information requires I be able to stop the action, think a bit, then start back up. This methodology has served me well my entire life even if it drives a lot of other people nuts. 

Therefore, twenty hours after the Trump-Guthrie debate — excuse me, I mean the Trump Town Hall hosted by Savannah Guthrie — I went to YouTube and watched the event without all the breathlessness the rest of the country had.

Yes, I had heard opinions about it. Most notably, everyone seemed to think Guthrie didn't know the rules of such engagement and that she did not have any respect for the president and that was just wrong. While true, I believe they've all missed the point. 

Put a grain of sand inside an oyster and what do you get? A pearl. Irritation may have a good result — and it did with the oyster and with the Trump Town Hall hosted by Savannah Guthrie.

Her attacks and interruptions showed exactly why, of the two candidates, Trump should be the one to be voted for. He did not back down or equivocate. He was strong. He was clear. He was friendly. And in control. He even handled the fan girl moment quite well. 

He was truly presidential. 

So, thank you, Savannah, producers, network, and network bosses. You done good. 

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Decadent desserts: Just trying too hard.

by Angela K. Durden

A Magnificently Methodical Southern Woman
and The Most Brilliant Woman in the World 

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Frankly, I no longer want to eat a dessert whose very description means "characterized by or reflecting a state of moral or cultural decline", that is to say, decadent.

But they are decadent in a real sense because they are big fat liars and cheaters and con artists. How? Well, have you ever noticed that most desserts claiming said decadence are simply trying too hard? It's true. They always promise more than they can deliver. 

After some eager little waiter or waitress* lifts an eyebrow and says with what they always think is a sexy ooze in their voice, "You should try our new Sextuplet Chocolaté Quadruple Brownie Cake with spa-a-a-a-rinkles of t-a-a-a-a-riple East European imported roasted coffee toffees, will you be needing two spoons?", well, who wouldn't order it?

Decadent desserts remind me of the guy on the dance floor that has the moves but whose timing is off, he's flat-footed, but he is trying so hard you almost feel sorry for him and you dance with him anyway, smiling through the pain. [See picture above illustrating that painful smile.] 

To that guy and the dessert, I say, "No more. Spare me the pain...and the disappointment."

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Debating The Debate: Only one woman's opinion...but I'm right.

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by Angela K. Durden

A Magnificently Methodical Southern Woman
and The Most Brilliant Woman in the World 

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I’ve been giving some thought to the debate Tuesday evening, September 29, 2020. All persons I’ve talked to, pundits in/on any media I’ve heard, and all sides of the political spectrum have agreed: The debate between Trump and Biden or — as one pundit hilariously put it — between Chewbacca and The Swedish Chef —was crazy, wild, no rules followed by either party. Even the chosen law man, moderator Wallace, had as good as been defunded.

What was going on?

Let me first get Biden comments out of the way. He whined. He backpedaled. He said “you shut up”. Whatever his team did to change his body clock and keep his mind sharp, worked. I don’t believe he used his go-to insult — dog-faced pony soldier — but what insults he did say could easily have been answered by “sticks and stones”. However, he put a target on his back for his party to shoot at when he said “I am the party” and then proceeded to trash much they held dear.

But Trump? 

He gave Biden opportunity to follow the rules, but once Biden interrupted him, you know he said to himself "So...that's how it's gonna be, huh?" And so he went full MMA on Biden, the Democrat party, the Left, BLM, Antifa, and their ilk. Then he threw in some dirty street fighting to top it all off when he challenged the appointed po-po, Chris Wallace, and got in his face. He changed tactics. He jumped in. He laid back and watched. 

Chewbacca he was not. 

He was crazy-sly like a damn fox. He demonstrated just how wild the situations are in certain Democrat-controlled cities when rules are not followed. How do we know the message got through? Ask yourself this: What have we heard since then from the Dems?

“We need RULES!”

So, Trump now has all the Dems begging — B.E.G.G.I.N.G! — for stability.
Crazy-sly. It was so clear to me.

A Credit Score Conundrum, or The New Slavery

Financially sliced 'n diced.

by Angela K. Durden

A Magnificently Methodical Southern Woman
and The Most Brilliant Woman in the World 

Citizen Journalist.  Novelist. Author of other stuff. 

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I once met a man from Texas 

Buys everything with his cashes.

He has no debts.

Bills ne'er forgets.

Still his credit score was a-messes.

It's true. I know this man. He wanted to get married but the woman said she had to know his credit score. It was almost non-existent. He had always lived within his means. If he didn't have the money, he didn't buy. He'd save and scrimp until he could pay cash. 

Sounded like a good plan. He was stress-free. Could pay attention to his woman. But she was freaking out. He had to have a credit score that registered, see. 

So he went out and got an auto loan. But he paid it off too fast. Change in credit score? Nil.

By this time the woman was gone and then the loan company came after him saying that he wasn't allowed to pay it off ahead of time and instituted a bunch of early payment fees that equaled the interest he would've had to pay them. That fight lasted three years.

In any case, his credit score never got higher than about 350. He decided to live even further off the grid. Built him an underground house in the desert and that's the last I heard of him. I bet he's happy. 

Why am I telling you this? Because my bank, Wells Fargo, is like a lot of banks these days. Trying to be helpful, they are now offering my credit score through my online banking; free of charge. Here is my FICO [Fair Isaac Corporation] score. Now, you're probably noticing the big eight-two-zero in the middle and you're thinking, "Hey, Angela. That ain't bad at all." 

Now, see the little black dot in the green area? It does not go all the way to the peak of the green. Why not? 

Because of this language below:  

Right about now I feel like the man from Texas. I've always paid off my credit card balances every month. I do not have a mortgage and I own my condo outright. I do not have a car loan as Baby Doll has been paid off since she was five years old and she turned five in 2007. 

So, here I am with one of the almost highest credit scores in the world and I am still being dinged because I do not have any loan history and I don't have any aging balances. 

If I were a cussing woman I'd be saying "Jesus H. Christ!" But I'm not a cussing woman. Okay, I'm lying. I cuss, but I never say Jesus H. Christ. 

All this to say that in the credit reporting world, it doesn't matter what you do because you're damned if you do and you're damned if you don't. The financial system is designed to keep you enslaved. 

If I lived near a desert, I'd be hunkered down living off the grid, too. 

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Flawed and Good. Perfect and Evil.

This is a visual example of
Flawed but Good.
I know. I do my best.

by Angela K. Durden

A Magnificently Methodical Southern Woman
and The Most Brilliant Woman in the World 

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Flawed is not the same as Evil. 

Perfect is not the same as Good. 

For instance, Pussy-Hat Wearing Politically Correct Liberal Democrat RINO Socialist Fascist Commie Do-Gooder Environmentalist Social Engineering-types believe they are Perfect — all FLOTSAM from #CrunkNewsNetworks push that narrative — but they are Evil. 

While their number-one and other nemesis, Donald "The Hammer" Trump and normal regular folk, are Flawed but they are Good — and all FLOTSAM does not push that narrative. 

See how that works?

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The Faces of the Crunk News Network During this Pandemic

by Angela K. Durden

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Princess Angela.

Angela now feels like a princess. Her bed is a little jewel box.

by Angela K. Durden

A Magnificently Methodical
Southern Woman
and The Most Brilliant Woman
in the World 

Citizen Journalist.  Novelist. Author of other stuff. 

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One-and-done is how I think about painting my walls. So it takes me a long time to figure out what colors to put on them.

Also, I am highly reactive to vibrational patterns. If the color is wrong for me, the vibrational patterns will totally make me crazy. And so yet another reason to take my time.

I have four colors on my walls. Kitchen and livingroom/bedroom: Gray with a dark blue base, as you can see in the picture. In my office is a dark metallic blue with silver undertones. A small hall is black and the bathroom is white.

Each color fits the space and supports my mental acuity. But today...oh, today was added the pièce de résistance.

You see, I sleep in my living room on a wall bed. [My condo is less than 600 sq.ft. The bedroom is my office. I work from home, so work/life must be split well.] That is, it folds down out of the wall and, boom, there is my bed. The heavy case it sits in is solid black. Black is great. I love black. It is my fave color. Except that after almost nine years, the solid black behind the bed was getting to me, bad.

What could I do?

Yesterday I had an epiphany. I took a set of long red drapes and hung them in. You can see the picture. Tied them back with some sparkly red ribbon. Put a crystal vase with a beautiful bouquet of silk flowers (I'm allergic to real flowers) right in the middle so that it is framed.

Wow. I immediately felt like a princess.

Which is only fitting as I can feel a pea under a stack of twenty mattress and we all know it is only real, true, bona fide princesses who can do that.

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Over-response or calculated manuever?

Resting Coronavirus Response Face

by Angela K. Durden

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"Hunker down" is used even by Gen[Whatevahs] and P-HWPCLDRSFCs* — and is no longer only a Georgia Dawgs rallying game cry.

"Shelter in place" and "novel coronavirus" are now in our lexicon — and a punchline to those who work from home and will be featured in future stand-up comedy shows and movie/TV scripts.

And "herd immunity" happens when nobody does "social distancing" but claims that when they finally did do it that is what saved lives.

But I, your Citizen Journalist, have more serious thoughts. Was the the response to the novel coronavirus —

• over the top? [Yes.]
• just right? [No.]
• a political opportunity? [Yes.]
• a logical medical step? [No.]
• an opportunity for graft? [Yes.]
• a way for the Deep State to grab power? [Yes.]
• a reset of sensibilities? [Yes.]

Did the response to it point a spotlight on:

• the fragility of political correctness? [Yes.]
• experts who are the "little man behind the curtain"? [Yes.]
• the utter moral bankruptcy of the Deep State, Democrats, and RINOs? [Yes.]
• the grit and determination of the vast majority of US citizens? [Yes.]

Has the mainstream legacy media —

• lied to the public? [Yes.]
• played false with the public? [Yes.]
• lost their ever-loving minds? [Yes.]
• shown they are totally against freedom? [Yes.]
• can't wait to receive their Commie medals? [Yes.]
• proven they are #CrunkNewsNetwork? [Yes.]

More importantly, will this response destroy the freedoms guaranteed by the Constitution of the United States and the Bill of Rights? [Quite possibly, if we allow this lockdown to keep on going because Chicken Little experts are manipulative and being manipulated.

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Hunkering down.

by Angela K. Durden

A Magnificently Methodical Southern Woman 

and The Most Brilliant Woman in the World 

Citizen Journalist.  Novelist. Author of other stuff. 

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"Hunker down" is used even by Gen[Whatevahs] and P-HWPCLDRSFCs* — and is no longer only a Georgia Dawgs rallying game cry.

"Shelter in place" and "novel coronavirus" are now in our lexicon — and a punchline to those who work from home and will be featured in future stand-up comedy shows and movie/TV scripts. 

But what do people really think about this current state of affairs, how is it affecting them, and how are they handling it? Your Citizen Journalist has come to your rescue.

That's right, she sent out a survey to over 500 LinkedIn contacts. Five responded, that is, one percent of those invited to respond. You may be thinking "Wow! That's not a lot." Normally I would agree with you but, according to many pollsters out there, it does not matter how many responded. The only thing that truly matters are the percentiles of those that did respond.

I am not lying. Haven't you ever heard a reporter say, "Of those that responded, __% agreed with...", to be followed by a sweeping conclusion that therefore __% of everyone that lives in the US agrees with a Commie-inspired permutation of the survey question and then ends with "should be made into law"?

Think about it.
I'll give you a minute. 

Ding-ding-ding! 

Exactly, you have heard that; you just didn't understand what it meant, did you? So, using that methodology, I too will opine using responses by three males (I happen to know them, and one is my cousin therefore I am positive they are males even if I haven't laid eyes on their junk) and two unknown genders (they did not list a name, so I couldn't even take a guess, but you can assign any gender that pleases you). Here are the breakdowns to questions I asked:

Employment status:

• Small business owner: 0%
• Self-employed: 20%
• Employee: 40%
• Retired: 20%
• Employed as musician for gig work: 20%

How your job has been affected: 

• No change: 40%
• Laid off: 20%
• Business is better: 0%
• Pay reductions: 20%
• Working from home: 20%
• Blank response: 20%

(Yes, this adds up to 120%, but we are in the "gig economy", sooo...)

Types of business you are in:

• Manufacturing: 0%
• Service business: 20%
• Restaurant: 0%
• Writer/writing: 40%
• Performance/Consulting/Retail: 20%
• Blank response: 20%

What can we deduce from all of this if we were P-HWPCLDRSFCs* or worked for any #CrunkNewsNetwork that spews FLOTSAM**? Let's write some headlines in their style, shall we?

Small business destroyed by economic slowdown from novel coronavirus response. 

Manufacturing destroyed by pandemic response.

Novel coronavirus response lays off 100% of all American workers, but that's okay because they are happy with leadership of Nancy Pelosi and also wish AOC was president so she could save the world.

You know what? That isn't fun. So, I went to this site here where one can see, by month and year, historical employment rates.

Now, according to this, there are 22,000 fewer people employed in March 2020 than were employed in March 2019 when things were starting to blow and go.

However, there were 1,229,000 more employed in March 2020 than employed in March 2018. So, we are still better off than we were in 2018, just two short years ago. 

But let's get back to my thoroughly sweeping and comprehensively scientific survey.

Take a look at what was said here in free-form response, that is, no leading questions:

Couple of things I learned from this response? I did not know financial institutions ordered hardware. I always assumed they had a vendor who did that sort of thing. However, one respondent had been too busy and is now benefiting from the downtime.

Upside: Eating together and cooking at home. Grocery stores should be seeing uptick in sales. Downside: Restaurant owners/managers could name a few.

I like this last quote. The respondent said "...I for one REFUSE to live in fear." In fact, I liked the whole quote. But who said that? Well, surprise, surprise. It was my cousin Wayne Kell. If we weren't hunkering down, why I'd go over and elbow-bump him. 

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Gravel Maker or Sculptor?

by Angela K. Durden

A Magnificently Methodical Southern Woman 

and The Most Brilliant Woman in the World 

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I had opportunity to have a conversation with the daughter back in February wherein I said to her, "I know you will not believe your mother is saying this but: I believe that all people are born with all knowledge of all things in their brain but not all the connections work the same for various reasons."

She simply stared at me and said, "Hmmmm...well...."

In other words, she did not know what to say. I've always confused both my mother and my daughter. However, my theory explains, say, idiot savants or, as they are now more accurately called, autistic savants. It also explains random flashes of brilliance in a person otherwise middle of the road or in one who is just plain stupid to the bone. 

Now before you get your panties all in a twist and prove that you are a P-HWPCDLRSFC* and/or work for a member of the #CrunkNewsNetwork that spews FLOTSAM**, please rest assured that I can say all this because I am talking about myself.

I can say I am The Most Brilliant Woman In The World about absolutely everything. But never have you ever heard me say I am The Most Brilliant Woman In The World 24/7. See? Connections do not fire all the time, but when they do everybody, including me, are always amazed. 

But one brilliance connection that has fired in me consistently is words. 

From my earliest memories to today as you read this, words I understand. Let me explain.

When I look at a boulder, all I see is a lot of future gravel I can make by knocking it apart and I can make a nice cover for a muddy, rut-filled, dirt driveway. 

But when a sculptor looks at a boulder, he sees the parts that simply need knocking off to reveal the figure within and he makes art.

Same boulder. Two viewers. But one whose connections are firing all the time about shape and form and seeing art. Thus it is that not all editors accomplish the same thing with a manuscript.

A boulder never complains about how it is used. Gravel or art, it doesn't care. Neither does a manuscript. But some, nay: many, editors take a boulder of a manuscript and make the gravel equivalent of a book useful only as a doorstop.

Another editor, though, can see that same manuscript and see what is hidden in it, then knock off the parts that are hiding the loveliness of the words and make something readers will enjoy and keep on their shelves. 

I am the latter. This is not me bragging. This is me telling you a fact...and we all know if it's fact it ain't bragging. So, this is me telling you what I do for other writers all the time. This is me telling you that, in my service to words, I will always serve the words first because by doing so the reader is served well always. 

But to do that means I must hurt writers' feelings. There are quite a few who will tell you I've done that to them. Sure, they all pitch fits and get their egos out of joint, but the ones who care about readers — and thus their own reputations — always come back for more. And why?

Because, as one of my clients said, "Angela, you always make me look good."

But truthfully, I don't care about whether the writer looks good or not. Looking good can be accomplished all sorts of ways. That's called marketing. Though some consider it to be the show, marketing is merely the advance man.

What I care about is: Does the writer deliver the goods or will the reader be crying "Where's the beef?"

I bet that's why I've always been mistaken for either a school teacher or a dominatrix because, honestly, aren't they just about the same? Oh, sure, yeah. Both hurt you and you whine, but in the end, you know you like it like that, right?

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

Get in touch if you need a sculptor for your words: angeladurden@msn.com. Otherwise, buy one of my books and see some of my flashes of brilliance. You will not be sorry. 

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When I look at a boulder, all I see is a lot of future gravel I can make by knocking it apart and making a nice cover for a driveway. But when a sculptor looks at a boulder, he sees the parts that simply need knocking off to reveal the figure within and he makes art.

Thus it not all editors accomplish the same thing. Some editors make gravel. Others make art. I am the latter.

Hunkering In Place: An Anthem.

SUNG TO THE TUNE OF “YOU’VE GOT A FRIEND”

When you're stuck in the house

Because of Covid-19

And you ain’t,

you ain’t got nothing to do.

[MUSIC BREAK]

Just remember it could be worse

You could be out of paper for poo.

But you ain’t,

so brighten your face with a smile.

[MUSIC BREAK]

Now, now write a song about it

And put it on your feed

And we’ll watch it,

oh yeah, again and again.

[MUSIC BREAK]

End of winter, start of spring, y’all,

You know, too, you can text and call

And I’ll be there,

more than six feet from y’all.

More than six feet from y’all.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

You’ve got a friend.

by ANGELA K. DURDEN

Your cheerleader and voice of reason in this time of a weird season.

A Morning for Angela Anagrams

by Angela K. Durden

A Magnificently Methodical Southern Woman 

and The Most Brilliant Woman in the World 

Citizen Journalist.  Novelist. Author of other stuff. 

Business writer.  Songwriter.  

During this "Beer" virus downtime I have done lots of those little things that need doing. I've organized all my spaces. I've had my son help me build shelves. I've worked on sewing projects. And, with the 10-human crowd-size limit, I've done streaming house concerts with Misha Stefanuk and Joel Edwards since we cannot perform in public. I'm reading a manuscript by a '60's pop icon for a book he submitted to my publishing company.

But this morning I reached a new low of looking for something to do. I went to an anagram generating site on the Internet and put in my name: Angela Durden. After copying and pasting the list into a Word document, I went through and got rid of 463 that were either meaningless or nasty. The remaining 37 are below; you can read the entire list for yourself.

However, I have chosen my faves out of these and have added punctuation to make it even more meaningful where that works. What makes an anagram my fave, you ask? If it is something others have called me. If it is something my ex would've called me. They are:

Things my ex might've called me:

Adrenal Nudge

Annual Dredge

Laundered Nag

Things others have called me:

Danged Unreal

Danged Neural

However, the best fun of all was the book titles I came up with. Something that would make a title for a book that John D. MacDonald* would've written. They are:

Book titles: 

A Dangled Rune

A Gnarled Nude

A Dunned Lager

[The] Unread Dangle

A Gerund, Laden

A Regal, Dunned

[The] Nude Nerd Gala

Run, Dead Angel, [Run!]

[The] Dead Regal Nun

Was that fun or what? It was fun. Spurred me to greater heights of creativity. Not that I need much spurring which you would know if you have purchased any of my books. What? You haven't bought any of my books? Well, why not? Click the link below or go to Amazon.com and type in Angela K. Durden in the search bar. 

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THE ENTIRE LIST:

Annealed Drug [to heat and then cool]

Adrenal Nudge

Uganda Lender

Annual Dredge

Laundered Nag

Danged Unreal

Danged Neural

Ungraded Elan [vigor, spirit]

Dungaree Land

Dangle Unread

A Dangled Rune [mystery, secret, character of the runic alphabet]

A Gnarled Nude

A Laden Gerund [word ending in -ing]

A Lager Dunned

A Regal Dunned

Agenda Led Run

Gala Ended Run

Gala Nerd Nude

Add Leaner Gun

Dead Angel Run

Dead Angel Urn

Dead Angle Run

Dead Lager Nun

Dead Regal Nun

Leaded Nag Run

Graded Ale Nun

Landed Age Run

Landed Age Urn

Darned Ale Gun

Adder Gale Nun [Snake Storm Nun]

Adder Lane Gun

Adder Elan Gun

Dread Gale Nun

Dread Lean Gun

Dread Lane Gun

Leader And Gun

*I had opportunity to meet his grandson at Bouchercon 2018 in St. Petersburg, Florida.