Mike Williams

HDWGH – Story 20 – All Washed Up

From The How Did We Get Here Series

Now: Twelve year old Roxanne Davis is standing under a tree in her neighbor’s yard. She is soaked from head to bare toes in urine. She is doing a bit more than crying. It could actually be called wailing. The boys in the treehouse above are trying desperately to remain quiet.

Before: Tom “Scooter” Johnson and Randy Perry loved their new treehouse. They loved everything about it except for one small detail. They had to climb down what seemed like a million foot holds if they needed to take a pee. They loved to climb, but seriously? Since Randy was the brains of the outfit, he decided that they could use a small pail and just pee in that. When no one was looking, they could just dump it out over the side. No one would ever know and they could stay in the treehouse for a longer period of time.

Once the pail filled up, Tom picked it up and looked down below to make sure that no one was standing around. From his vantage point, the coast was clear. He dumped the pail over the side. About a second later, he heard a combination of screaming and crying. The boys looked over the side and at first, couldn’t see anything. After a minute or so, a young girl emerged from under the tree. She was drenched from head to toe in urine and crying. Randy whispered to Tom about the statistical possibilities that must have been involved in dumping the urine on that precise location.

It was a feat of precision that only two boys in a treehouse could appreciate.

Bad Human Behavior Continues

I am having too much fun writing my current series.

The absolute dregs of society. People who project violence and sometimes hatred on others. Sometimes the violence is somewhat justified and sometimes it isn’t.

I can’t believe how much fun it is to write this kind of stuff down and have it form a cohesive story that is baked into a science fiction adventure.

Human violence. Alien violence.

Fun for the whole family.

Stay tuned.

Half Assing Science

I think that any scientist working on the climate has preconceived notions. We may call that an agenda but I don’t think I’d go quite that far.

Climate warming or Global Warming is a dynamic issue for two reasons.

  1. It depends on population. Let’s face it. If I get rid of half of the world’s population then this instantaneously becomes a much different discussion where the scientific numbers will fall right back in line with what scientists “think” they should be.

  2. The planet’s weather system is dynamic. That means that it may be warm during the 1970s in summer time but much colder in the 2000s. What most reports leave out is the fact that while some place in the world is getting warmer there is also a place that is getting much colder. One pole is losing ice. Well, the other pole is gaining it.

Water levels rising is temporary and wouldn’t be the first time.

My personal feeling on these matters is that as humans, we have a complete misunderstanding of a much bigger picture that scientists simply cannot get their head around.

Why I wrote the article is here.

Shitty Human Beings

I know someone who is married.

Yes. That alone can be a scary thing but what I’d like to point out is the following.

In most healthy relationships, the woman always gets the new car. This is for many reasons but mainly because she is the mother and the kids need as much safety as they can get. Especially, when in a car.

That is not the case for a friend of mine. Her husband has the new car. This lady is driving around with a set of windshield wiper blades that hardly do anything to clear the windshield while she is driving. In the winter time, in the snow, where visibility is paramount and can save lives.

He can’t even be bothered to change her oil. He’ll change his and even told her that he’d change hers “next week” but failed to do so.

I’m not going to post the name of this particular person but I somehow feel like public shaming might actually work here. Can you imagine what would happen to him if his co-workers found out how he is treating someone he supposedly loves?

I think it would be a great way to lose friends quickly. No one wants to be associated with a husband that can’t be bothered to take care of his wife’s car.

I will add just for affect that he once let her brakes get so bad in her minivan that she was nearly killed? I don’t quite remember if her child was in the car with her or not.

Let me leave with a question ladies. If this were your boyfriend instead of your husband, would you still be willing to marry him?

A Comment About Time

I had a rather interesting thought today about why I may become bothered when I get a call or a text or an email or an instant message outside of normal working hours.

I think the answer is a perceived “give” and “take.”

For example, I am giving the company I work for 12 hours.

If anyone contacts me outside of those 12 hours, it may feel like they are “taking” or “stealing” my time.

They obviously are not. The work needs to get done and not everyone in the world is on my schedule.

I always enjoy taking a moment and trying to figure out why I might be feeling the way that I do. As I get older, it is a more practiced exercise that I enjoy.

When I was younger, probably not so much.

A Good Story

There are a few stories in this collection of short stories I am currently writing that I personally think are great stories.

The story I am currently working on highlights the very worst of humanity in the beginning of the story. It will progress to something else entirely and for reasons that only a science fiction story can deliver but I have to admit that I am having a blast writing it.

In one way it is a good thing but in another way, I find it sad that it is so easy to write how bad human beings can be to each other. There isn’t one of these scenarios that you couldn’t easily imagine as actually happening.

I can’t wait until these stories are published.

General Thoughts

I have a quick drive by style post about something that I think is important to the world in general.

Diabetes and blood glucose readings.

I read an article yesterday about Apple getting close to having the technology to read blood glucose levels without puncturing the skin.

That is a game changer.

Can you imagine what would happen to the industry in general if they introduce a watch that can do that?

My friends equipment to allow him to constantly monitor his levels costs hundreds of dollars per every 10 days. It is ridiculous.

If Apple puts those types of criminals out of business, I would be a very happy individual.

HDWGH – Story 19 – The Portwinkel Shuffle

HDWGH – Story 19

From The How Did We Get Here Series

Now: Nort Portwinkel lays face down on his families bathroom floor, dead. He is nude except for what is left of his tee shirt proudly displaying the words “Quiet Riot” with a curling iron sticking out of his rear end.

Before: Nort Portwinkel’s sister Katie was starting to piss him off. She had been in the bathroom for about an hour an Nort needed to get ready for a concert in the city’s downtown baseball stadium. It was one of his favorite bands of all time. Katie kept telling him that she’d be done soon but it was becoming obvious to Nort that she was just being a bitch. She had nowhere to go. He did.

Nort decided to accelerate her departure by breaking the door in. When he did, he found his sister sitting on the toilet on her cellphone completely nude and utterly mad and embarrassed. She had been “sexting” her boyfriend this whole time. Katie not wanting to be the only one embarrassed pulled her brothers pants down revealing his absence of any underwear. Now, we had an awkward situation to say the least. Nort began to spew profanities at his sister until she had had enough.

She picked up her legs and kicked Nort driving him back into the bathroom counter where Katie’s hot curling iron was plugged in awaiting her use. With the perfect alignment that only ever happens once in a lifetime, the curling iron did two things at the same time. The sudden force caused an electrical short while it entered Nort’s rear quarter. Nort didn’t have time to scream. The electricity ravaged his body until he fell to the bathroom tile dead with a smoking tee shirt. His sister just stared straight ahead still nude and wondering how she was going to explain any of this.