Seaside Memories – Slant-poem

Travelling with the family,
mum, dad and three brothers.
Everything recalled dreamily,
in my timeless summer’s.

Pale sands, drift to a waters edge
where, around ancient groins,
scalloped pools of clear water held
crustaceans for your toils.

Scuffing through estuary surf,
awed by giant concrete-
block remains, where those ascents were
denied chance to succeed.

Creating a fortress in sand
just for a day – until,
my action-men were left by chance,
deeply buried within.

A Sunday Market was a maze,
where traders did compete.
Finally we would leave this place,
since it was time to sleep.

Poem – Flea

secreted away miniature grains
waiting waiting desire prey
giants pass detect vibrations
infrared sense heat draws
slumbering darkness eases transfer
navigate pelage choose locale
epipharynx needle punctures epidermis
pump serum gaining nourishment
spit returns passing disease
unstoppable gorging excess spills
sated finally spawn generations
upon discovery instant reaction
sclerite exoskeleton iron hard
immense legs resilin primed
spring far flee environ
become dust secreted away

Scrivener and Location Access Errors

As is usual when working on assignments; you move away from the main computer to work on the laptop to prepare for University, when Scrivener decides that the project cannot be opened with a Location Access Error.  WTF?

A lot of Googling later, checking Permissions; Read Write access; etc. I finally traced the issue to BitDefender and its RansomWare Protection – which basically locks out several system folders from unwanted file access – including Scrivener’s need to use my Dropbox folder, since I use Dropbox to back-up and transfer projects.

Long to short: Kill BitDefender’s RansomWare protection – or take the time to set it to play nicely with Scrivener.

I’ll be glad to be shot of it for a better Anti-Virus.

Hitchhiker’s Guide Charactisation Quote

It is also the story of a book, a book called The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy – not an Earth book, never published on Earth, and until the terrible catastrophe occurred, never seen or heard of by any Earthman.

Nevertheless, a wholly remarkable book.

In fact, it was probably the most remarkable book ever to come out of the great publishing houses of Ursa Minor – of which no Earthman had ever heard either.

Not only is it a wholly remarkable book, it is also a highly successful one – more popular than the Celestial Home Care Omnibus, better selling than Fifty More Things to do in Zero Gravity, and more controversial than Oolon Colluphid’s trilogy of philosophical blockbusters Where God Went Wrong, Some More of God’s Greatest Mistakes and Who is this God Person Anyway?

In many of the more relaxed civilizations on the Outer Eastern Rim of the Galaxy, the Hitch Hiker’s Guide has already supplanted the great Encyclopedia Galactica as the standard repository of all knowledge and wisdom, for though it has many omissions and contains much that is apocryphal, or at least wildly inaccurate, it scores over the older, more pedestrian work in two important respects.

First, it is slightly cheaper; and secondly it has the words Don’t Panic inscribed in large friendly letters on its cover.

But the story of this terrible, stupid Thursday, the story of its extraordinary consequences, and the story of how these consequences are inextricably intertwined with this remarkable book begins very simply.