The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room 09

Honestly, I don't go on X (twitter) to read the content, I go there to look at the pictures, but sometimes people say things that you know were meant to light a fire and no other reason... unless they're just that dumb. Chess.com posted that they want to change the name of the piece that's been known for 1,000 years in Russia, Europe and the New World as a Bishop. The responses have been hilarious, but just to be sure that they didn't anger enough people, they announced that they wanted to change the name of the rook also.

My suggestions for Bishop were Pope, Monsignor, Priest, Deacon, Pastor, Preacher, and Acolyte. I don't think they will like that. For Rook I suggested Vicki, an old girlfriend. She kinda looks like a rook now.
 
(chess.com is trolling, as they regularly do. For example, they also posted a picture asking if the voice-search button on Youtube was new, showing recent searches for "Hikaru Nakamura drawing arrows for 4 minutes," "how to hit 500 elo chess," and "why is the king so weak in chess.")
 
Someone (maybe more than one) has been voting on a large part of my catalog. The votes have come in so quickly that, if it's just one person, I doubt they could have read the stories. Those votes are fodder for Laurel's canon, I guess.

Still, they got me to reread the last chapter of "A Valentine's Day Mess," something I may not have done since it was posted. It was an odd experience. What remembered about the chapter was the opening scene, meeting Grandmother Spider, and the closing scene. It probably wasn't too odd that I forgot everything after the opening scene that led up to meeting Grandmother Spider. What was odd is that I recalled the chapter as a non-erotic closing for the story, when there was actually a fairly long sex scene leading up to the last scene.

I guess I remembered what was important to me, and the last sex scene wasn't important.

I've finished one more item from my list of things to do, and this post wasn't it.
 
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Two more items off the to-do list, and now I'm at the office to meet with the late boss' daughter.

I got my hair cut for the first time in a while. That's become a new and different experience since all the old guys who knew how to cut my hair died or retired. I put up with bad but inexpensive cuts for awhile before learning to call it a "gentleman's cut." Now I can pay a lot for a better haircut.

The guy today took an hour. I think he was cutting hairs one-at-a-time. I felt like telling him "I get up in the morning and run my hand through it, then I don't think about it for the rest of the day." I didn't, and I walked out of the shop into the wind and then it didn't look at all like he left. it.

My list is getting significantly shorter.
 
After my barber retired several years ago he sold his shop to another old guy who did appointments only... and it seemed like he was never open. Was referred by a friend to another shop and the lady barber (not a "stylist") was competent enough, but when we were done my ear ached from her wanting to turn every benign bit of small talk into a political rant. Hard pass on that one.

When the COVID restrictions were winding down, tried a styling salon, and only the owner did men's hair. She was really good, and I received a very nice cut in under 10 minutes for $20. Unfortunately, there were life circumstances where her time at the salon was limited, and she was difficult to get hold of to make appointments. My current is a new salon in town who takes me walk-in, and she gives a great cut in about 15 minutes for $15 (senior discount!). Hard to beat that deal.
 
Only in Australia. :rolleyes:

I've gone nearly all-electric. [...Duleigh cringes...] Got tired of the noise, the smell, the oil changes, schlepping gas cans, spilling gas everywhere, mixing 2-stroke fuel, and the aching shoulder from tools that refuse to start. Do not miss the gas-powered tools at all. Have two remaining, a pressure washer and a push-behind pro lawn edger. The electric pressure washers so far don't have the strength for the big jobs, and nobody's done a traditional edger yet.

The shoulder shit was serious, resulting in bursitis in my right shoulder rendering me useless for nearly a month. Cord-yanking is for the birds.
 
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Two more items off the to-do list, and now I'm at the office to meet with the late boss' daughter.

I got my hair cut for the first time in a while. That's become a new and different experience since all the old guys who knew how to cut my hair died or retired. I put up with bad but inexpensive cuts for awhile before learning to call it a "gentleman's cut." Now I can pay a lot for a better haircut.

The guy today took an hour. I think he was cutting hairs one-at-a-time. I felt like telling him "I get up in the morning and run my hand through it, then I don't think about it for the rest of the day." I didn't, and I walked out of the shop into the wind and then it didn't look at all like he left. it.

My list is getting significantly shorter.
Memories. Post covid I've had one haircut and haven't shaved since my first major hospital time two years ago. You can imagine what the avatar here looks like with that time interval.

Still, none of the nursing staff who visit me say anything about it. I've thought lately of cutting and starting fresh, but I put that off. It would mean a trip out of the house, and now that requires someone to wheel me out to the car and away, so it's not likely to happen.

Glad you can make it out!
 
At times, my father cuts his own hair. He wears it pretty long and puts it in a ponytail. Pops is a long-haired, freaky cowboy with a full beard that he trims neatly. I think it's time Mum cut his hair down shortish, though, and let it grow out again.
Memories. Post covid I've had one haircut and haven't shaved since my first major hospital time two years ago. You can imagine what the avatar here looks like with that time interval.

Still, none of the nursing staff who visit me say anything about it. I've thought lately of cutting and starting fresh, but I put that off. It would mean a trip out of the house, and now that requires someone to wheel me out to the car and away, so it's not likely to happen.

Glad you can make it out!
 
Here's to good coffee! Could you stop in and sit down for a chat? If you are not in the mood for chatter, check this out for some light introspective reading as you sip a cuppa. No rabid sex, but that's not the point of every story.

Jin and Donovan's Path
Where Fate, Faith, and a Mysterious Past Intertwine.
today in NonHuman Stories

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The 2* bomber is still attacking the top stories list in the Lesbian Sex Stories Category. I had reported one of my stories to Laurel when the 2* bombs stopped, and as soon as Laurel fixed my story by deleting all of the 2* bombs, that naturally shot it back up to the top of the list and drew the bombers attention back to it. I've gotten a 2* bomb every day for the last eight days but it won't do any good to ask Laurel to fix it again because it will start the same damn thing over again. Sigh ...

Anyway, I've got a fresh pot of coffee brewing and the teapot is hot. There are donuts of all kinds on the counter.

I'm enjoying a nice cup of Earl Grey as I sit over in the corner working on my story. I've finally figured out the plot for my story and see a clear path to the end for the first time. Now, if I could only get the words out of my head and onto the paper ...
 
The 2* bomber is still attacking the top stories list in the Lesbian Sex Stories Category. I had reported one of my stories to Laurel when the 2* bombs stopped, and as soon as Laurel fixed my story by deleting all of the 2* bombs, that naturally shot it back up to the top of the list and drew the bombers attention back to it. I've gotten a 2* bomb every day for the last eight days but it won't do any good to ask Laurel to fix it again because it will start the same damn thing over again. Sigh ...

Anyway, I've got a fresh pot of coffee brewing and the teapot is hot. There are donuts of all kinds on the counter.

I'm enjoying a nice cup of Earl Grey as I sit over in the corner working on my story. I've finally figured out the plot for my story and see a clear path to the end for the first time. Now, if I could only get the words out of my head and onto the paper ...
Same thing is happening in Romance. They bombed my story--and a lot of others--off the list then stopped. Laurel swept the votes and restored the list to something near where it started, and they bombed it again.

I can only guess that the bomber is using a method or methods that Lit hasn't been able to identify and block.

Guess I'll just have to write another one.
 
CK, the problem is the 5-star system. 1- and 2-star "votes" bear too much statistical weight. Also, and similar to NW's assessment, I'm becoming increasingly convinced that somebody has scripted a process to hammer the site in a way that's hard to detect.

I've made my peace with it, with the understanding that under the current environment I'll never see an "H" past the first day again.
 
CK, the problem is the 5-star system. 1- and 2-star "votes" bear too much statistical weight. Also, and similar to NW's assessment, I'm becoming increasingly convinced that somebody has scripted a process to hammer the site in a way that's hard to detect.

I've made my peace with it, with the understanding that under the current environment I'll never see an "H" past the first day again.
That sounds like something else. What CK was talking about was a systematic attack on stories on the Lesbian toplist. Same thing happened in Romance.
 
They're not very manly when you need to use a whole can of this, including the swear words.
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Shoot, I used to buy that stuff by the case. Living in North Dakota even if you had your car plugged in over night (I had a block heater, transmission heater, and battery heater) they sometimes need a snort of ether to get them to fire. I wish I had videotaped a cold engine coming up to speed one cylinder at a time. I even learned how to jump star a car with one wire coat hanger. It was a trip learning to survive up there.
 
Another morning and the temperature is dropping. We've entered the whipsaw part of the weather where it is 70 degrees one day and barely in the 40s the next day. Then it'll hit 70 and then snow the next day.

I've got a fresh pot of coffee brewing and the teapot is hot. There are some cinnamon buns on the counter along with a pumpkin roll.

I'll be over in the corner flagellating myself to get some more writing done.
 
The string of 2* bombs finally stopped. I'm beginning to think that someone built a bot to do this automatically until the story is knocked down to 4.8 because it has stopped there on every story I've had bombed. I will wait before I ask Laurel to fix it because it won't do any good until Laurel finds the bot (or whatever it is) and stops it.
 
Don't feel like the lone stranger

Every time I get a string of *2 and *1 bombs I report it immediately using the report function. It's on the lower right side of every page of the story and in the reporting window I select "Other" and in the comments I call it Malicious Voting then explain why I think that. I download my story stats every night at 10:30 PM (Because I have nothing else to do) and can prove to Laurel what I'm saying.

Sure, every now and then some reader is going to hate what I wrote and burn me with a 1 or 2, it happens. But when I get 5, 6, 7 stories all hit in one evening, I know it's malicious. I don't write short stories anymore. It takes 4 - 5 hours to read each. Bombing 5 stories in an evening is pure Maliciousness
 
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