Buddha Recovery Bay (Meet the patient Ensign Lady Magpie) Back to the New Egyptian Space Empire

For those who have been following the Cloud Weather Station Drama, yesterday bird sighting in the Buddha Worship Lounge, was an slightly wounded female magpie.

Best chair for keeping an eye out for that evil Hood Cat, Blue.

My intent in moving the chairs was to make a clear line of sight between the kitchen window and the Buddha station--in front of which I placed a bowl of water. 

Don't judge me, for my mixed pagan magician beliefs and practices.

Turns out that the arrangement was bad for human vision. But I was loading the dishwasher, and that might have been more important. Because I want to go write science fiction, and the kitchen being a mess is going to stop the Flow at some point. 

I am a Virgo Sun, Cancer Rising, Scorpio Moon, with a Leo Mercury . . . my only Fire. 

To say that I am overly "anything" is probably an understatement. It was slightly better when I still had my Demon; I had distance between me and the emotions. Now, I am at the center of the bloody cross . . . some days are better than others.

Some days, you get to see Lord Magpie beat up two squirrels in the Buddha Patio from your monastry kitchen's window, to defend his good Lady Magpie. 

For those who are worried, I did see Lady Magpie on the roof of the Art Studio with her beloved last night. So I am not worried about her safety on the ground. 

No, it's overhearing the How We Are All Dead, If Seven Mile Dinosaur Rock Hits Us that worries me. 

Why do I argue for the swift and immediate and colonization of outer space?

Because we are all dead, if the Goddess decides to hit us with another Dinosaur Rock. 

"You are such a cheerful person--buy you another round?"

On the fourth day of 2024, I was given a reworking of two characters in my science fiction universe. Inside the original universe, the two characters were from different time periods. Echo Sweet Water (daughter of law enforcement agent Nathan Justice; and astro-pop star Pal Sweet Water), the so-called "Star Cop" was dead a century before Homer Milton Dante. 

Homer, the uneducated Project boy, had listened to her on the way to Battle of Mercury. 

The battle which an orphan from unknown lineage will command the most powerful battle armor in the universe, slaying a Lovecraftian horror, saving the Seven Queens. 

Nathan Justice and Pal Sweet Water, as my evil apprentice, Marshmellow, will point out are rewritten characters from Star Cops. Personally, I wanted to build a time machine, whacking the creator of the cult British TV series in the head with a clue by four.

"I believe that interpersonal relationships complicate police dramas, and that viewers prefer less such antics. I purposely kept these two characters apart to serve the cop show."

And that's why all of us fans wonder what would have happened in Star Cops--Series Two, if the show creator would have lost control of the cops on the high frontier, while somehow finding an audience in that short time window that the show existed in. 

What--two moments of breath during Ronald Reagan's Star Wars America?

Seriously, it's hard to understand the show without a reference guide to the 1980s culture. I updated it, out of laziness, in my Star Trek/New Egyptian Space Empire universe, as an RPGer, because I needed a backstory for an investigator, hence Echo Sweet Water was born. Colonization gold rush fifty years later, part pop star, bad place, horrible time. 

Later, when I was doing National Novel Writing Month, fifty thousand words in November, during university years (my forties), I used Echo Sweet Water, as a pop star in the first of the Homer Milton Dante mysteries. But she was long died, just a taped voice.

Same during Astronauts and Snakeheads (Battle of Mercury), so it was a surprise to see the characters in the same room with one another on the fourth day of 2024. 

"You have to do sex patrol with me. If you don't do sex patrol with me, we can't gossip."

"Look here, you bouncing 4-11 tattooed cheerleader, I am not here to do friends. No."

"Ensign Dante, you will do family member increase investigation with Echo. You know why."

Great scene, right? It got followed by a two day-and-night long migraine, followed by the discovery that my Best Witch Writing Sister had barred me from "her family forever."

I will not go into what happened . . . but I lost three novels over 2024. Plus other stuff.

Shall we re-cue? Or should I move onto angry 4'11' tattooed Native American with a solar Lady Horus battle suit, beating up criminals? Why are all my angry women 4'11"?

Four foot, eleven inches tall . . . angry . . . abusive . . . violent . . . solar eyes . . . oh Mom!

Don't judge the insane writer. Unless I start making money. Than sell me stuff. MREs. 

Yes, I am going to be looking for quality MREs . . . because of doomsday . . . thanks Khari.

Until next time, remember we are going to die, the prophet Buddha says so. 

Sadly, 2025 Homer and Echo are not Free . . .