Had a nostalgic dream

I had a dream last night, about my first love. Her name was Judy, a small, thin, Chinese girl. (This is why I hold a torch for Asian girls, I think.) We were in Jr. High at the time. In the dream we were a couple. We were standing nude, in a large bathroom, like we had just gotten out of a sauna or something. She stood there, face distracted, arms wrapped around herself. I hugged her from behind, to comfort her, and felt that she had goosebumps. She clearly didn’t want to be there, with me. Despite the fact that our relationship was scripted, she rejected it.

When I was in Jr. High, I was a huge nerd, and completely incapable of having a conversation with her. She never knew I loved her. My good friend Jeff was everything in her eyes. Even though he had a girlfriend (who he married. They were a great couple) she only ever saw him.

One time, Jeff and I were playing chess after school, and Judy came in. Seeing her gaze lingering on him made me upset, and I said something hurtful. I didn’t mean it. However, for some reason, she thought he said it. She crumpled inside, and cried out “Jeff, how could you?” I immediately felt bad and corrected her misunderstanding by shouting “I said it! Not him.” She fled. I don’t think I ever spoke another word to her.

I still think of that moment. I have many regrets.

Looking for collaborative partners

If you saw my previous post, I’m interested in making my book AR enhanced. To this end, I would really like to collaborate to make it happen, so. That said, I need:

  • An animator/illustrator (2-d)
  • A 3-D modeler/animator
  • An app developer (There’s open source code for AR apps)

I’ll be honest. I’m broke. So at best, (unless the gofundme really takes off) I can only offer a small percentage of my profits of sales of the enhanced book, but I’m willing to discuss that.

The possibility of forming a company to do this for other authors as well is pretty realistic, and could result in a permanent relationship.

Homeopathy, a billion dollar sham

Let me offer this video as sort of a preparation for my inevitable rant. Firtstly who is this old guy?

It’s the Amazing Randi. He’s a conjurer. He’s not the guy who leaves things mysterious, and implies what he does is real magic. Why? Because he’s taken it on himself to debunk fraudsters and shams who would prey on the gullible (And there are a LOT of gullible people out there. If you doubt that, you might be one of them.) He’s even offered a million dollars to the first person who can prove without a shadow of a doubt the existence of supernatural powers or abilities. (He’s never had to pay, BTW)

>The Video!<<

Now my rant.

My lovely Daughter, Elyza has a cough and congestion, so I went Walmart to get something for her. After perusing the shelves, I found that nothing looked exactly like what I need, so I approached the pharmacy and asked the pharmacist, about my problem. one of them said they couldn’t recommend products, but the other (there were two behind the counter) suggested that I purchase one of a variety of homeopathic quackery. I stopped her there and asked why would she suggest I buy something that does nothing? She retorts “Well some people feel that…”

I began seeing red. My daughter’s health will NEVER be determined by some gullible fools belief. Only proven and well acknowledged science.

I began berating her as a medical professional offering placebo effects in place of actual medicine. She ought to be ashamed of herself. What if a parent feeds these nonsense pills to their beloved child and expect them to get well?

What if they get worse? (I expect they might, because these sugar pills do nothing)

This is like those idiots who refuse treatment in favor of prayer.

But this is my gripe:

Walmart trains their pharmacists to peddle this shit. . Forcing medical professionals who ought to know better to peddle nostrums to people who do not know better, to take their money because they don’t actually have a medicine, but BY GOD, they’re gonna take your money one way or another.

That ought to be criminal.

In fact, it might well be.

For shame, Walmart.