Internet Slugdom and Facebook Fascism

Greetings from thunderland, my frisky and fabtastic Kittens... yep, more loud rumblies are occurring with thunderstorms in the forecast. Oh, the frustration mounts to furious-clawing level in trying to deal with the current internet slugdom.

Despite the so-called ‘common mainstream wisdom’, yes, there is relatively inexpensive technology that would solve the current problems with the internet, and would have solved it years ago. However, the Bad Boys and Girls don’t want ease of use. The truth about them would *lightning* across the world wide webbie and they would be shone for what they are... cockroaches scurrying when a light is switched on, with apologies to the cockroaches.
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With tongue stuck firmly against her cheek... on to more *good news* ... yeah, hurrah for Facebook Fascism... oh, yes, this Big Cat realizes she is stepping on many toes, painfully stepping. And there will be those who snicker, or hold there sides with laughter. There will be those who despise moi, or simply believe she’s ready for the asylum. But in all good conscience she can’t withhold this info.

Don’t believe this Big Cat, though, listen on streamlink to this show, or check out Bill Waggoner’s book and website, links available on Coast, or just use that other Big Brother search engine, Googlie.

On Coast to Coast am, nighttime radio ~

Date:05-24-10
Host:George Noory
Guests:Bill Waggoner, Daniel Estulin

In the first half of the show, Internet security and marketing expert, Bill Waggoner discussed privacy on the Internet and how people's personal information is vulnerable, as well as his own controversial background. The author of Confessions of a Spam King, he spoke in front of the Federal Trade Commission in 2003, to help differentiate spam from email marketing (Waggoner said that what he did fall in the latter camp, and was not illegal). Internet companies like Google, Microsoft, and Facebook, are collecting users' personal information or scanning their emails and using it for purposes they haven't agreed to such as targeted advertising, he declared.

Further, social networks like Facebook and Twitter are being surveyed by criminals, who can use status updates to determine if a person isn't home, and then potentially rob their houses, Waggoner asserted. Additionally, Facebook owns all the data and photos posted on their site, and has not been forthcoming about protecting people's privacy, he noted.
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Also Bill Waggoner said that there is reliable info that there are approximately 90,000 child predators on Facebook.
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Plus, look, somewhere down the line Facebook will say they own your personal photos, for example, and you can no longer display them anywhere else... it’s all in the legal works. These are not nice people! despite what they’re saying now about backing off. They are predators of the worst sort.
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Note: The thunderstorm moved through and the sunset was an amazing wash of tangerine extending high above the horizon... and, yippee, skippee, the internet speed has improved.
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Authoress news and mews ~

Featured at HAPPILY EVER AFTER ~

Liana Laverentz: Create a Collage.....Zen Moments.

A couple of weeks ago I was flipping through some old Oprah magazines, looking for pictures and quotes I wanted to use to make a collage of all the goodness I want to bring into my life.
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Featured at Serena Shay’s MY MIND WANDERS ~ Tuesday Temptation...
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Featured at ROMANCE WRITERS BEHAVING BADLY ~

My Avenging Angel Release Day
by Madeline Ford

I'm running around like crazy today as my daughter graduates from 6th grade today and it's my birthday. But it's also release day for me. My Avenging Angel is now available from Samhain.

To save her life, he must break a covenant—and lose his heart.
An Angels and Demons story.
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...

Happy Courtship on another Earth

X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...

Part 513 ~

Sylva surveyed the spacious room as a lovely illumination filled it. Set up in a utilitarian manner, it also had warm and fuzzy elements. And the bed was nice and huge with a thick blue comforter the shade of a watercolor blue sky. Scooping her up playfully, her cowboy whirled her around a few times. Sylva giggled all the way to the bed. “Wahoo!” she softly shouted, once they toppled on top. As they bounced a bit, Zeke positioned her on top of him. Their gazes locked with a sensual intensity that caused molten tides to move through her. “Zeke.”

Zeke swept his hands over his Sylva. “Darlin’, if your curves aren’t the perfect fit.” Her gorgeous eyes became mist and sparkle. “I know something else that’s the perfect fit... even it is too large.” Like a gully washer a torrent of ache and need rushed up his loins. His cock hardened to a fence post. “Too large?” he growled through his gritted teeth. “Let’s find out how ‘too large’.” Rolling her beneath him, Zeke feasted on her passionate face for a moment. Leaping up, he maneuvered off the bed. Stud-raging for his woman, he peeled down the cover. “Sylva.”
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 512 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies... or the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ http://passionateink.org/forum ~ OR! Now available on The Romance Studio Forum, JANUARY 2009 through MARCH 2010 flashes ~ http://theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
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~~~ Do not comply with the corporate Borg. Resistance is victory. ~~~
~~~ WEB CENSORSHIP ~ http://infowars.com ~ Alex Jones for a PEACEFUL REPUBLIC ~~~
~~~ Remember, knowledge and truth make us unfit to be slaves... a Known Seditionist ~~~
~~~ May the FDA burn in the hell it’s made for all of us, immediately!!! ~~~
~~~ NO *ONE* HEALTH and NO *ONE* WORLD GOVERNANCE ~ It’s HELL ~~~

HAPPY SPRINGING THROUGH SPRING!

Wish Upon on a Blue Moon New Year...
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Thunderland smooches from the Kougar...

Monday, oh the madness...

Oh, Big Kittens, the crescent moon in the early sky was exquisite, hanging above the tangerine-pink horizon, and hanging below a bright gorgeous planet, probably none other than Venus.
Yes, meow-hiss, Monday, oh the promo madness which ensues on the various chat loops. The Kougar is forced to wonder how much time she is wasting. Or not. Given the great numbers of excerpts, contests, sales, blogs, CAPA winners, and other five-star notes of review merit blasting in from every angle...is it really worth it?
Still, at the heart of the matter, the Kougar would adore connecting with those readers who do enjoy her novels, or would enjoy them.
How purring-best to do that? That yowling-remains the constant question.

And purring about Snow Angels... this pic was on the Coast-to-Coastam site.

During the worst snow storm on record, here in the northwest, and as we were getting cabin fever from 8 days of being stuck inside, we looked in the backyard and saw the shape of an angel in a tree (on Christmas Eve, no less). I know it is random snow sticking to random limbs, but it made us feel better.

--Bill K.
bkerch@yahoo.com
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Happy New Year... on another Earth

Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~
FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~

Part 4 ~

Sylva grimaced and shook her head at herself, before whirling away from the mirror, and out the bathroom door. Yeah, that would be the day. True love, ha! She’d tried it several times now, with results more dismal than the prospect of not being able to find job. Refusing to think about what possessions she could sell to get by, she lovingly picked up her long velvet cape. Reversible, the hooded cape was a glorious red velvet on one side and a deep midnight black on the other. Who cared if people thought she looked like a witch in it.

Zeke swung the fringed buckskin jacket off the garment post, and slid into it. It fit his frame perfectly. He’d made certain of that by having it tailored in town, despite his family’s protest and ribbing over his extravagance, as they called it. But hell to the four winds, Brennon outfitted the other young bucks and the ranch gentlemen. All of whom partook of sophisticated entertainments in town, other than Sophie’s Sin Saloon. What did he care if others thought he was too dandified? His quick aim with a fist or gun meant most would keep their comments to themselves.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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Part 1 ~ see Happy New Year... on another Earth
Part 2 ~ see Purple Squirrel & Happy New Year... Part 2 ~
Part 3 ~ see Bound by Gold Ribbon... New Year’s Day, 2013

HAPPY NEW YEAR ~
May your most romantic dreams come true...

Monday mad smooch from the Kougar...

November 22 ~ John Fitzgerald Kennedy

Oh, Big Kitties, the Kougar lost track of time, she was so lost in the depths of her edits.
November 22,1963 ~ the assassination of John Fitzgerald Kennedy, 35th President of the United States of America ~ a terrible wound our beloved country has never recovered from, in moi’s humble opinion.
What is scary synchronicity for the Kougar? Her novel, Murder By Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis, a 2051 futuristic, has a plot thread about the assassination, and the descendants of JFK.
And what is even more freaky, after Midnight, last night, Ian Punnett was speaking about the annual Coast-to-Coast show on the Kennedy assassination, just as the Kougar was looking up a detail about John Kennedy, Jr. on the Wikipedia page devoted to our 35th president. What was so double freaky, is that both happened simultaneously. The Wiki page flashed up, just as Ian spoke JFK’s name for the first time that night on the program. So, the Kougar is staring at a presidential photo of John Fitzgerald Kennedy as Ian is speaking his name. On November 22, 2008.

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A snippet from Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis ~

“Can it wait?” Kalypso asked, referring to whatever he’d received on his vid.
Zryphus frowned, still reading his vid. “The three rings in Jackie O’s white satin bag, my team found the former owner. One Giselle Fontaine. DNA search on her revealed she’s a great granddaughter of John Kennedy, Jr., murdered son of Jacqueline Kennedy.”

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What it all means, the Kougar doesn’t have a meow-clue, except that it did occur. And, in all sadness and candor, she misses what it was like to live when John F. Kennedy was our president. There was a prevailing innocense, a goodness of spirit and heart, and a hope...all at the same time...which simply doesn’t exist now.

A sad smooch from the Kougar...

The Psychedelic Kiss of Jim Morrison

Aaah, Big Kitties, it's an explosive year already, good and bad -- and in every genre of life. One great piece of news exploding onto the stage of the Kougar's life as a romance author, is Siren Publishing's win. Best Book Publisher, the Preditor and Editors Reader's Poll, 2007. The Kougar is proudly smiling from pricked ear to pricked tawny ear. She is dancing-happy for everyone at Siren -- including herself, of meow-course.
Yes, she does her elated Kougar dance, her paws romping in sleek light-footed and exuberant rhythm.
May this win bring wonderful benefits to All at Siren Publishing. Bowing prayer to Bast.

On a darker explosive note -- Riders of the Storm, dear Big Cats. The life and death of Jim Morrison of The Doors, the fantabulous incendiary topic last night on Coast-to-Coast with George Noory. The Kougaress has always adored the music of The Doors, and has always soul-mind adored the image-flying enchantment of Jim Morrison's poetry -- because you have to experience it, feel it -- live the mystic raw journey of it. His poetry can't be understood in any other spectrum of light.
And that is the eternal gift of Jim Morrison to our Earth culture, to our souls and minds. It is also incredibly lacking in our current world.
Light My Fire blasted like sexy flaming honey through the Kougar's soul, and blasted into her spirit forever. And it still does, whenever she hears it, especially the original long version. Nothing purring-hot and wild like it. Jim Morrison is and was a psychedelic shaman, as the title was coined by a fellow band member, one of the featured guests on Coast-to-Coast. The first, and maybe the only psychedelic shaman -- the exception being Jimi Hendrix.
When the Kougaress does a check back in her life, to the time and music of Jim Morrison, to her own psychedelic journeying (no naughty substances involved), and she scans her world today in comparison -- where is that primal mystic aliveness? No, it is as if we've become a vampire nation, our spirits sucked dry, long sucked dry by various evil forces.
No, not entirely, dear Big Kitties, have our spirits been devoured. Yes, our spirits still dance the sailing clouds, the storm clouds. There are still riders on the storm, maiden youth to crone ancient. And no, that era was not the perfect free-love paradise. However, it was much more alive than now, in certain ways of the Spirit. It was neon-color alive in the realm of mind, not the brain. The Mind. The Mind roaming free, creative and untamed in the realm of dimensions -- The Mind bringing forth those gifts to the world, thus, enlivening the world for All.
It was a psychedelic aliveness, a new raging light of poetry -- still living inside the Kougaress, for which she is yowling-grateful.

Lope long and easy, dear Big Cats, over to Title Magic for a tickle-the-ribs blog by our guest blogger. Amanda's claim to author fame, You Had Me at Halo -- the Kougaress luvs that one!
Moi's purr-joyful comment below:
Amanda, what a delightful blog. I'm grinning, can't you see it? Oh, and now I know what to do with my sagging middles -- or maybe I could just offer up my fleshy sagging middle to the hordes of zombies, who needs liposuction?
In all honesty, I would luv to write a light-hearted paranormal and have begun a few, but I think my moon in Scorpio keeps getting in the way. BTW, your pic, and you, of course, are adorable. Thanks for blogging with us.

Psychedelic smooches from the Kougar...

Novel-Brewing Kisses

Lovely Big Cats, a truth to chew upon. Did you know King Arthur's brother once lived in the Mobile, Alabama area? Confused? Don't believe the Kougar, and believe instead, this is just a pitiful mew for attention?
Check out Glenn Kimball on last night's Coast-to-Coast am show with Ian Punnett. You'll get a fantastical story and a whole lot more on the real history of our lands.
Big Kitties all, in case you have a yen to learn more about the workings of a novelist's mind, usually functioning just on the edge of The Cuckoo's Nest -- the Kougar will not specify which edge, in or out -- back and forth. Purring for example, the subject of big balls hanging off pickup trucks came up (meow, meow, the Kougar's knows, 'came up') on the Passionate Ink forum. To outlaw or not. The Kougaress will not comment on the various positions (meow! there are many 'positions'). What caught her fantasy-spinning mind was one members comment about how she would fantasize about snipping them off.
Snip! Snip! Ouch! if you're a boy kitty. A confession: The Kougaress often fantasized a similar remedy in the day of chrome phalluses hanging well below muscle cars and pickup trucks. Over-compensation for one's lack of true sexuality is a nasty scene.
Thus! Magically! Thanks, my Muse! A story idea began as a mustard seed in moi's ferocious imagination. The current result is below:

The Big Snip by Savanna Kougar

When Zhyve crept into the night-darkened transport area, hummed on the portal and swiftly tapped in the coordinates, he was running for his life. Or, more precisely, the life of his cock. The warning system’s screeching whine blasted through the protective ear pieces he wore. And the flashing eye-searing lights nearly blinded him through his protective goggles.
"Come on, you piece of trash. Work!" he snarled. Seconds ticked away like time bombs as the portal powered up to full. Hell’s own ass, he didn’t have much time left before the robo-enforcers would be swarming him, taking him down like a slaughter animal. Only he wouldn’t be dealt the kindness of a death blow. No, his cock would be snipped back and he’d be put up for public auction, with no guarantee his purchase wouldn’t be another male wanting his cock’s services.
Zhyve snarled his desperation, sprinted for the portal. Hell to be had, he might as well have his molecules spread through several dimensions, than stay for that certain fate. He launched, diving through the smoky whirls just as the giant crash of thick metal struck the floor.

Reminder: all copyright belongs to the author -- Kougar moi

Novel-brewing kisses from the Kougar...