I started using “awks” ironically. Now I use it like a tween on Tiktok.

I woke up wanting to read KOS. I’d been reading it to get reacquainted with the flow a few weeks ago as I prep to work on Book 3. During that time, I had an appointment with a health professional and during the consultation, they saw the cover of King of Spades and complimented it. We got to talking, and I gave them the copy when I left the office. Since then, I kind of forgot about what I was planning to do. I took another copy of the book with me today. I sat down, sent a few texts to friends and then I started reading to fill the time on my journey.

I could feel eyes on me. The train was packed so there were eyes everywhere. This isn’t unusual anyway, being alternative and also bullied at school etc, I know when someone is looking and I can mostly ignore staring. But now that I’m a fully grown woman, this feeling means someone drunk or high is wanting a confrontation, or it’s a man who doesn’t feel like being discreet while he’s checking me out. Guess which one this was? 😀

YAY.

A man at least 20 years older than me sitting across from me with scabby legs, sandals and a strange look on his face. His head was on the side, it looked like he was trying to read the cover of King of Spades, so I didn’t mind. But he kept staring after he’d done it so I smiled to be polite. He smiled at me and said something that sounded like “Interesting book, is it good?” So, I passed it across the aisle and let him read the blurb on the back. If he said it sounded cool, I was going to let him keep it. Why not wake up some normies to agent provocateurs and the NWO? 😛

He nodded and then looked up and started talking to me, I thought he’d ask if it was a good book or if I believed in “conspiracy theories.” He asked if I was Muslim(?)I answered no, and immediately thought, “shit, I don’t want him to have the book now. He thinks I want to talk to him.”

I’m happy to answer/discuss topics in the book etc not random personal ones to appease a bored guy on a train at 7am. He had rotten teeth that were greying between an overabundance of saliva when he spoke, and getting more spitty while trying to talk over the noise. His thinning hair was wayward when he leaned forward and he was holding KOS and asking where I’m from…one of my absolute pet hates. (more on this another time) I’m from this town, mate, this country. I cannot run down my ancestry for you in 3 secs just because you’re rude and assume I’m from somewhere else because I have pigment in my skin.

He liked my dress. He told me that he knew a man who was a “big, solid guy” who looked like me, not beautiful like me with my nice eyes and cheeks, but I reminded him of that guy, and that guy was from Portugal. Am I from Portugal? Have I been there lately? Other passengers were looking at us and giving me the “O Gawd, I feel sorry for you” eyes.

When we had to get a connecting train, I lost him and he had given my book back as we all stood to vacate. But he followed to the car I was in and sat a few people from where I was…

He had a few words with a transit guard before he got on, and was late to take a seat. So…he walked up to one of the few empty ones left and hit a woman with his empty shopping bag saying “Excuse me,  I need to sit there.” She had been dozing off…and when she realised what happened, she was not happy. She angrily said in a French accent, “Excuse me, you just hit me. Don’t you ever touch me again.”

He didn’t apologise, instead told her to stop being stupid. She repeatedly said it was rude, how dare he, he can’t put his hands on people or hit people. He sat next to her anyway, and then it became arguing. He was telling her to shut up and get over it, and she was saying that he was rude and it was unacceptable. When one of them finally STFU, the other would start again. Some people took out their phones to record the interaction, some people gave each other awkward glances, and nearly everyone stopped taking their phone calls or chatting to be able to listen. The guy appealed to the train, loudly proclaiming “this is stupid and she’s being ridiculous!”

The man beside me piped up and said “Actually, mate, I think you’re being really rude.”

Then when he left the train, a woman said “Bit of an overreaction.”

a few seconds passed…

Another passenger said, “I didn’t think so.”

Man next to me: “Thank you.”

Wtf just happened.

LOL I was like, “please please don’t ask my opinion.” Because he was an entitled, out of touch, weirdo from the start and she was obviously looking for a viral video or attention because she kept on and on even after he went quiet. And wtf was with the other passengers wanting their own discussion? I was going to make this post about thoughts on when is ok to step in and defend someone you don’t know and the consequences, thought process and go a little deep into your perceived obligations etc. I was going to write about the need to engage in some sort of human interaction and even confrontation because of the distances being put in place. But fuck going deep because… this was just bizarre…

 

 

 

*TLDR 

*guy was weird. 

*He hit a woman with his shopping bag to shoo her to the side so he could sit.

*They argued.

*I just wanted to get to my slave gig.

*It’s content. I need a week off. 😛

 

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T’was close to Christmas when young Ever decided she needed a new job.

Rambling post, it is what it is. Read it on the john or if you’re in a waiting room or something.
My mind is always running. When it’s not busy and straining, it gets bored and picks at things until they unravel and get ruined. I like to keep busy. I once had three jobs at the same time. It was fantastic. I was young, making money, and when I had three workplaces the time went faster. I have worn many hats at different levels.

(A long time ago) I was coming off a bout of the dreaded Pig Flu (digression- The tablets were worse than the flu. If I’d known it was going to give me hellish nightmares, over-stimulate my immune system and fuck me up, I’d have just dealt with the flu. I regret combating it the way I was made to think was necessary.) I’d had to quit my previous job and I was looking for a more laid back job. I saw an advertisement for a fashion salesperson. I’d done a few years in a similar role and I was good at it. I could strategically tell people “Oh, hell no,” with tact.

At the department store I’d worked previously, I’d been intimidated by the older women who’d been there 2o+years and thought anyone younger was out partying and taking drugs when not being treated like utter shit by them at work. I didn’t know that people treated others like crap because they’d pre-judged them by their own insecurities.  They disrespected us younger people and made us feel inferior, especially when they found we were already better at their jobs then they were. :O We knew how to use the old IBM-machine and the INTERWEBS! I was still in the mindset to be overly-respectful so I did nothing about their bullying. Now? Now I’d tell them to sit down, wring out their piss-filled adult diapers and fuck off.

I’d get frequent warnings about my style too. I was goth/alternative (before the look was stolen by every second person feeling the need to show the world how different and special they are by dyeing their hair unnatural colours.) My hair was often bright red. I was still wearing the preferred dress, presented myself neatly etc and followed the rules, but I had cool flare like hair clips in the shape of meat cleavers etc. It was a point of contention with the old women in charge, until towards the end when they found out I was a kickass spruiker.
(Spruikers are those poor souls standing in front of a store’s display continually talking about how great the <shit> product is behind them, finding things to say so there’s never a silence.) Then that became predominately what I did, so the managers would literally gather around to watch, talk about how awesome I was…and let the fact I had red hair and dark lipstick slide.

Back then if you had flare for the strange,  it was considered scary. People used to say things about me for reading Anne Rice books in public.  I once had a woman angrily approach my boyfriend at the time and I and yell in my face that I should stop worshipping the devil(?) SO…when I went to the interview for my next job, I expected to be discounted by older women who had judged me.

Two women sat across the table during the interview. They were quite overweight. (I mention this because the place I applied to was a clothing franchise that dealt with clothes for bigger women.) They looked nice, dressed well, and pleasant people, but it was okay if I didn’t get the job… I was sitting across from them with dark roots showing and faded hair so I now looked like Ronald McDonald and I hadn’t slept properly in days…After about 10 mins they cut the interview and told me that I obviously know exactly who I am, and that they’d love to have me work with them etc.

Then I was working in a clothes shop that had leased space in the department store I used to work in LOL. Only this one was in the city, much busier, with two entry points so there was always foot traffic, even people who weren’t customers. (We’d get groups of teens, drunks, street people etc.) I did my best to fit in but study and the lack of shifts offered – I was only there a few hours a week. I was often out of the loop, struggling to find items in the backroom or know about details of sales. I was also smaller than the other staff. We had to wear their (v expensive!) clothing and everything I wore looked better on bigger women. There was another youngish girl there, mousey hair, shorter than me, roughly my age who would brag about her art prowess in a backhanded way -with reason- I  remember finding out she had several art exhibitions around the city…But it was clear she was the favourite, and I accepted my role as the weirdo that didn’t know much and looked like shit in their clothes.

Towards Christmas,I started drawing the bad hours. I was the only one without a family or a husband/long term partner or kids. Everyone else had reasons why they couldn’t stay late and work Christmas hours. I worked full weekends and I had to close on a Thursday night. Not everything is open late but most shops are open until 9pm on Thursdays. So you can get groceries but also go to speciality stores and music shops, game stores, some hairdressers etc especially if they are in a mall.

I was often completely alone on the entire level of the department store at night, probably at a reasonable risk of being assaulted due to the thoroughfare set up. I didn’t get home until close to 10:30…But…they did leave me alone with the computer.  After the first time, I had a (tiny-capacity at the time) USB in my bag and some Darkrose to work on.

I was writing/editing yet another version of King of Spades. The scene happened on that lonely floor around Christmas time one year, when I had Ronald McDonald hair and was looking over my shoulder the whole time so I could see if I was about to get brained. The scene didn’t make it to the final version of KOS but one day I’d like to do a book of all the outtakes, a Director’s Cut, because murdering your darlings actually hurts. 😛  It would be fun to see “what could have been.”

The scene was written for Agent Starr in the moments after leaving Cleo Darkrose in the city. It was a fast-paced running, dodging, racing thoughts thing and he was weighing options. He was thinking about whether to obey the ranking agent VS the way he felt when he left her. For those who have read KOS, the line he throws up right before they separate plays a larger role in his mind and he struggles with the decision to play his own part or to accompany her on hers. He passes through streets the way she does after the limo driver but goes a little deeper, as it usually does with Agent Starr, and he decides to run back.

It would mean Agent Trent Starr had to make his way to the hotel and meet up with Cleo and the rest of the book would have probably played out similar to the version it is today. I’m not sure what would have happened with Julia and Tanya in the limo, because that section was a complete overhaul in the last decade. Instead, we see a scene where he accompanies Julia and Tanya Pierce and has a discussion that makes up what the running scene would have: he needs to get back to Cleo to help because he wants it to be a success but also because he has personal feelings for her. The conversational scene with Julia in its place is better because it ensured his part in the mission was executed, he had succeeded and also obeyed an order…but the realisation he wanted to run back to the hotel was still his to reveal. Julia’s question about Cleo only prompted what I was struggling to get out through his lone action scene where his thoughts overloaded everything and there was a too-long internal monologue.

I will update this post if/when I find the scene. As if it wasn’t long enough 😛
It got me through my time at the store until they began giving me less hours in the new year and I got the message and quit. The job wasn’t great but it was a good one because I had time to develop my craft and what was later released as KOS. 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

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My return to the slave gig was kind of exciting. I didn’t sleep the night before for a few reasons but one was excited to get out of the house. I left earlier than usual because I wanted to get there early, get reacquainted because I’d had some time off. I had a million emails to catch up on and I wanted to make myself familiar with ever-changing policy now that the COOF must be factored into everything and the official instructions backflip every day as they get made up on the run.

Remember that guy Fauci, Director for the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases? He originally said it was silly to wear a mask, and now he wants our American friends to wear two while he gets around town like this:

Credit: AP Dr. Anthony Fauci, director of the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases, Thursday, July 23, 2020, in Washington. (AP Photo/Alex Brandon)

Come on, it’s funny. #rulesfortheeandnotforme

Since the snap lockdown our state’s premier declared, seemingly to prove they could click their fingers and have 2 million people jump, it’s been strange. We had one confirmed case…and this guy’s ass was apparently on fire since he went everywhere while waiting for his results.  Since then; no more cases. Some people like to say it’s because of the measures snapped into place, but others are beginning to ask how that’s possible if a man who tested positive to an extremely catchy strain didn’t give it to anyone else before everyone donned a face diaper, for eg surely we would be seeing cases rise this week after it’s had time to incubate and manifest. In any case, we are all wearing mandated masks, for the first time ever.

Some might think I’m being a prima donna about having to wear a mask or adhere to restrictions but it really hasn’t hit us hard at all in this state so sudden measures seem confusing and extreme.  This country had barely any instances to report (compared to other countries. But…they still managed to jam through legislation forcing you to record when you’ve been to a shop/restaurant etc even though there is already CCTV, and evidence if you used your credit card to pay…annnnd here we are. I’m confused because our Coof boogeyman at least had the decency to either come out or stay away altogether, not just sneak up on you if you were ignoring the government’s 10pm curfew like in the UK…It still lay in wait to get ya though, if you had that extra person at grandma’s funeral or didn’t feel like a sit-down meal at a restaurant. 😉

Moving on! There are all sorts of maskers around this week. It’s been very amusing!

There are some elderly people huffing and puffing while walking tiny dogs, red-faced and about to pass out, so they take off the masks and breathe in and out in huge breaths then carry on. There are some people like the man from the last post, who took his mask down to sneeze a firework display of snot and then casually put it back on. Today I saw a woman who had it pulled down to her chin. Her lit cigarette was hanging out of her mouth, dangerously close to the cloth and whatever’s probably sprayed on the disposable mask to make it more durable. I saw a beefed-up man you wouldn’t dare scold for not obeying the PTB orders sitting on public transport with it around his mouth only and not his giant nose.

This week I’ve also seen people use bandanas and their own shirts to cover their mouths so they can enter the grocery store. I can’t help but think the face diaper is to make people feel like they can control something they’ve been pushed to fear and make themselves feel they’re superior to anyone who isn’t wearing a mask.

How do I know? Because I did it too, and I think this is BS overreaction here!

I had to get a mask. I sourced one from an ex-Apple employee, so my shit was legit! Lol. Washable, (apparently) more breathable, not the same chemicals in it like the disposable ones everyone’s wearing…SO while I’m wearing what looks to be underwear on my face, leg holes around my ears, I found myself looking at people not using theirs correctly and thinking everyone else is dumb. And would I have said something to them? Hell no. Do what the fuck you want. I think this particular incident is theatre to psyop the masses in my city, but the thought was still there. “What the, he’s not even covering his nose.” “He’s not doing it the way they tolllld ussssss!” 

So, aside from being frustrated in general, I am now frustrated with myself too. LOL. The worst thing? Today I was told I have to use the masks they gave us, not my own one, which was better and safer, if that was really a concern. This involved me switching from my slightly-less-annoying Apple one to a mangy disposable one that apparently had to be replaced every four hours. I was told I could take it off to eat or drink…and on top of that, I was told that the masks can only be used once and I have to cut off the ear loops before disposing of it…Why? Because these idiots have already managed to choke birds and get masks stuck around their necks by throwing them in the street when they’re done. Is it any wonder I am bordering on being a recluse at this stage? Ughhhhhh.

 

 

 

TLDR:

*Had to wear a placebo facemask because of a kneejerk reaction to ONE. CASE.

*It pissed me off because where I live is pretty normal due to low population etc.

*I dislike the public only asking “How high?” when a politician tells them to jump, especially one up for election.

*Your disposable placebo masks shed chemicals, and I got a sore throat in 90 mins.

*Disposable masks are choking birds in my city.

*I can’t take living in this Idiocracy. I think I will become a total recluse and just order food to my den LOL
wait, do I still have to wear a mask to open the door?

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Don’t worry, boys, we won’t go too deep this time.

Again?

In what was once known as the most isolated city in the world…A hotel quarantine guard felt sick and told his workplace. Then he proceeded to keep driving at his second job as an Uber driver and consequently this whole fucking city is scared of the Coof and everyone has to wear a mask. For the first time. Masks were never mandatory for us, even at the height of the panic pandemic in this country because we’re spread out, the population isn’t excessively large and because only a handful of cruise-ship people had the dreaded Rona. Now you can’t leave your house without one, you can’t exercise without one, and essential businesses (petrol, groceries) are saying no mask, no entry. The stations literally lock the door and, apparently, you need to buzz to get them to open it. You aren’t allowed to ride public transport if you don’t have a mask either.

Masks (found on the state government’s website.)

• Masks must be worn at all times when outside of your place of residence. This includes at workplaces if you’re an essential worker, on public transport and while exercising for the allocated one hour per day.
• For people who are deaf or hard of hearing, you will be able to remove your mask, if necessary, to communicate. Writing notes, pointing or the speech to text app, where possible, are encouraged.
• Children under 12 years of age are exempt from wearing a face mask.
• People also don’t need to wear masks if:
  • it causes a risk to their health and safety
  • they are the sole occupant in a car
  • in an emergency.
• Masks will be provided to government front line workers and the Department of Communities will distribute masks to the community services sector.
• Private industry also have a responsibility to essential workers and should have masks available for their essential employees.

I don’t know…a virus rumoured to have escaped a stage 4 lab, to be naturally mutating etc and you’re going to protect yourself with a mask from Bunnings and some hand sanitiser?

The premier (up for election) of my state announced there would be a 5 day “lockdown” beginning that evening. With that…the roads were clogged, the supermarket shelves emptied and social media was rife with proud Agent Smiths.  ((Like other Agents, Smith’s role is to police and maintain the Matrix by eliminating potential threats to the stability of the system, such as Redpills and defective programs))

I came across dozens of comments by hysterical and ill-informed people bragging about telling others they should be wearing a mask. I’m a borderline recluse so it probably won’t happen but…just a tip: do. not. say. that. to. me. The audacity is like having a virtue-signalling busybody approach someone with an invisible illness to tell them they shouldn’t be parking in a Disabled Bay. Mind your own business. You have no idea why that person isn’t wearing a Coof face diaper. They could have medical exemptions, claustrophobia, trauma, they could be on their way to buy a mask, they may have taken it off after an issue with skin irritation or breathing. I’ve read the recovery rate of the Coof, know two people who have had it(one the dreaded UK strain,) I’ve seen the prevalence (lack thereof) in this country/state/city/suburb, I haven’t left my house in a week due to other issues so…fuck off. 🙂 Simple. You don’t know why someone is doing something, so stay out of their face.

Yesterday I was in the grocery store and a man wearing a mask stopped, stiffened, pulled his mask down and sneezed a massive and visible explosion of droplets. Then he put his mask back on.

…Is there a way to use these things that I’m not aware of? LOL

I’ve seen pictures on friend’s social media lamenting the empty shelves, how they can’t source essentials on a scheduled weekly shop. Another friend told me someone he knows works in a well-known supermarket and had seen punches thrown a few hours after the announcement about the restrictions. My dad had to wait in a petrol station line stretching out of the station and down the road. Another friend had to drive to 3 petrol stations before he could get a smaller line to wait in. Yet another friend went to a speciality store and couldn’t get a car park because a grocery store was in the vague vicinity. One of my female friends was abused for driving in her car, alone, without a mask.

“Scientists and researchers are constantly tracking infections and recoveries. But they have data only on confirmed cases, so they can’t count people who don’t get COVID-19 tests. Experts also don’t have information about the outcome of every infection. However, early estimates predict that the overall COVID-19 recovery rate is between 97% and 99.75%” – WebMD

The amount of time it took for people to lose their minds…incredible. Don’t these people still have stocks from the last time they did this…? Or did they throw all of it away and refused to learn a thing? Do they spend all their time n front of the MSM tv shows and live in fear? Having said that, if someone is elderly or has a pre-existing medical condition then they should take measures to protect themselves. Like they would every other time. Knock yourself out. But don’t expect millions of others to jump when someone clicks their fingers over one case of the Coof. If you are that worried, why don’t you stay home?

Positive – Maybe these panicked jackasses were stocking up again because they know the government lies and it may not be “just five days,” like they said.

Negative- God help us if anything actually did warrant panic in this town. These people are irrational and ridiculous sheep!

Any time you find yourself in a traffic jam with a backseat full of toilet paper an hour after a politician up for election tells you to be scared, it’s time to analyse your behaviour.

 

TLDR

*Coof scares are back, in time for the state election. 

*A snap lockdown (over one case) is apparently acceptable to the masses here.

*A politician and the biased media are powerful to the perception of the lazy.

*Some people are looking for reasons to panic.

 

 

Links behind the jumps:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Lq3_rsBJ9w

https://matrix.fandom.com/wiki/Agent_Smith

 

 

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