Now and Then

Considering that each recent, or not so recent, generation of humanoids is given a name to categorize those that are born in a particular time period, it is fitting that we review how meanings of words have changed.  These words are only a sample….do you have others?

The Millennial Generation                                   The Boomer Generation

Text as in sending a message                              Text are words written on a page           Download as in music/video’s                              Download..taking a crap.

Apps [as in download]                                             Apps….is this a mountain range somewhere?

Voice message, oh we don’t do that!                 Voice message when no one answers a phone

Quiche  as in hot looking                                         Quiche…….something for lunch

Tweet as in sending a message via Twitter         Tweet…..wasn’t it “Tweetie Bird”

Facebook a connection app                                    Facebook is a book with lots of photos

Trolling as in making critical comments             Trolling as in a group of walking Trolls?

On line….using one’s computer                              On line waiting to check out

My bad… apology  for a mistake                     My bad….. mispronounciation of my bed

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New Website Coming SOON!

Diligently working with GoDaddy on a new website for published books and artworks.
It’s tedious at best, but hopefully it will be worth it, as those interested can buy my
books through the site…..or go to my page on

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The Fartster Gets Reviewed

A review of the book “The Fartster” by MsTh…..from Online Book Club.

“I’m not ashamed to admit that I’m nigh obsessed with all things pertaining to the poop emoticon. And I never got over giggling every time someone passes gas, as long as I know them. So I couldn’t grab The Fartster, written by djv murphy (author’s capitalization), fast enough when I saw it.

This young adult book follows Cheeky as he struggles with a condition that his gastroenterologist terms “flatulence extraordinaire.” He often questions, “What’s the big deal? Everyone does it,” when he gets in trouble in school and at camp due to his extreme toots. Finally, though, Cheeky finds a place where he can be recognized for his “special talent.” He competes in Ausfarht, Germany’s first “World Cup Ausfarht Games,” a worldwide farting contest. Will Cheeky prevail, or will there be other contestants that can give him a run for his money as well as run bystanders off?

The little kid inside of me (that I usually keep somewhat hidden) loved this book, and by the middle of the third chapter, I found myself reading from the floor lest I fall off the couch from laughing so hard. The story followed a logical progression, and I very much enjoyed following Cheeky through his younger years. Whether I was reading about his parents dealing with their ultra-gassy baby or the flatulent one being assigned the tuba in high school, I enjoyed nearly every word of this tome. I will note, though, that I disliked that his mother drank a beer a day while breastfeeding him (it was ostensibly to increase her milk flow). The chapter delineating Cheeky’s attempts to find an extracurricular activity that would suit him was especially funny. The author’s way with words was perfect for this yarn as well. One of my favorite passages was, “Some schools suffer from a birdbrain kid calling in a bomb threat. Cheeky’s buddies would only have to rely on him to clear out the school by farting.” I truly felt that any young person reading this book would have a blast, no pun intended.

The Fartster also included pictures throughout, and they really increased my reading enjoyment. I especially liked the picture of Cheeky letting one rip by the side of the road, causing a cow stampede. The picture of everyone in his elementary school crammed in the doorway, trying to get out (drawn just before the aforementioned quote) had me in stitches too. In addition to the pictures, I greatly enjoyed reading a few colloquialisms for farting that I’d never heard before, such as “dropping a whopper.” I was also pleased to learn that there really is a city in Germany named Ausfarht and that the the word “Ausfarht” written on a sign indicates an exit. Sadly, there doesn’t seem to be such a thing as the World Cup Ausfarht Games for farting enthusiasts.

What I liked most about this story, though, was that Cheeky was a great kid overall. Often, when a character has a “gross” problem, they’re also illustrated as unlikable. But Cheeky “was good in sports, could dance, could play the piano, and had a good sense of humor.” I was very proud of the author for painting the protagonist in such a good light, despite his so-called problem.

Unfortunately, as much as I’d love to give this tale four stars, I am forced to give it 3 out of 4 stars, due to its numerous grammatical errors. Most of the errors were due to misplaced or missing punctuation marks, but there were also several instances of incorrect word usage – “want” when “wont” would be correct and “awhile” when it should be “a while” – and misspelled words. One of the pictures also included a misspelled word. Additionally, there were a few awkwardly-phrased sentences and one picture that showed his parents, but I could not tell which was the mom since neither one of them had noticeable breasts.

I am glad to recommend The Fartster to tweens as well as adults who never got over their love of “gross” jokes and words. Readers who love synonyms may also enjoy learning about all the ways one can say “passing wind.” Even though this yarn deals with farts, I would not recommend it for a very young audience, as its 50+ full pages include many complex words.

In summation, I thought that this book was a real gas, and I hope the author writes more tales starring Cheeky.”

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“Eerie Ghost Stories From Every State” [a preview] Book available in Spring 2019

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                       Here are just two of the 50 ghost stories in the book.                                    



 Our dreams are firsthand creations, rather than residues of waking life. We have the capacity for infinite creativity; at least while dreaming, we partake of the power of the Spirit, the infinite Godhead that creates the cosmos.

                                                                                        Jackie Gleason  Actor Comedian


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               Death caused by alligators in Florida is a rare occurrence, but when it happens it grabs news headlines.  For example according to a report in Wikipedia, an alligator snatched a 2-year-old boy and dragged him under water in the Seven Seas Lagoon at the Disney World Resort.  His father tried to rescue him, but was reportedly attacked by a second alligator and forced to flee. His mother also witnessed the attack and tried to save him. The Orange County Sheriff’s office conducted a search and recovery effort to locate the boy’s body, which was recovered the next day.

            His body, which was intact, was found about 10-15 yards away from the location of the attack. It is believed that he was drowned by the alligator, which was 4–7 feet long.

        Some distance away are the Florida Everglades, a massive area teaming with wildlife including alligators and crocodiles.  Legend has it that in the early 1900’s a woman, after being attacked by both an alligator and a crocodile, slithered out of the water with no arms, eaten off at the shoulders and no legs, cut off at the hips. Her body seemingly covered with skin resembling the attackers.  Witnesses said she would only be seen very early in the morning just at day break, and would wait silently in the shallow part of the water’s edge.  She claimed more than a few victims, and was never caught.  Her favorites, according to the rangers in the area were other women.

            One in particular, Maud Seitz, a woman in her 80’s, was walking her dog along the shore when suddenly the womagator [coined by the rangers] started to grab her dog, but a witness said Maud hit the gator with her walking stick but then it turned on her and dragged her to the water’s bottom where she drowned.  Later, just the trunk of her body was found, washed up on shore with both arms and legs missing. Search teams were organized and daily hunts for this odd specimen took place for weeks but to no avail. The legend of the womagator ghost is still thought of as the Everglades worst nightmare.




“I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit together at the table of brotherhood.”

Martin Luther King Jr.  Civil Rights Leader

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                  Just as revealing is the story about the visit made almost weekly in the Colonial Park Cemetery by the ghost of General R.J. Beauregard, an up and coming leader in 1864 of the gray coats when he was secretly assigned to guarding the river port against invading blue coats. Beauregard, or as his associates called him ‘General R.J.’, was no slouch when it came to leading a corps of able bodied men.  He was highly regarded by the higher-ups in the Confederacy and was the owner of some 1000 indentured [as in slaves] men, women and children.

               When it came time to stand up to the first thrust by the blue coats in the river area, General R.J. was shot and his injured body taken to the temporary hospital set up by the Confederate Army. The surgeon worked feverishly to remove the splintered materials from the bullet, which hit a wooden stanchion before entering his body.  It was to no avail, as the General died that evening on December 1st, 1864.

                Just months before the war ended, General R.J.’s body was to have returned to his plantation, just outside Savannah, but mysteriously disappeared and was never buried.

             Some say the slaves on his plantation, who were freed after General Sherman entered Savannah, never saw the body.  Somehow in the crazy days after General Sherman’s march into Savannah, General R.J.’s body was misplaced.

              It is thought Union soldiers interrupted the transport of his body and brought it to the old Christ Church Cemetery [now called the Colonial Park Cemetery]; since that is place the army  bivouacked in December, 1863, even though no Confederate soldiers are believed to have been buried there.

            Now during the first week in December in the Colonial Park Cemetery, late in the evening, a white light is momentarily seen rising up from one of the unmarked graves and then hovering and moving in the direction of General R.J.’s former plantation.  Efforts to record the white light have failed, but those who have witnessed it, swear to its validity.  The mystery of what really happened to General R.J. Beauregard’s body remains to this day.

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The Fartster

In case you want a good laugh and/or trying to get an eight to thirteen year old boy to read a book….try this one!  The Fartster on

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