A warm day out there. I'm not a fan of hot weather. I don't have more I really want to write tonight. I don't know why I started this post. I just wanted to write something.

I wish there were less people in my life. But, that's misleading because most of the time I am alone and I only have my Mom living here with me and the miserable excuse for tenants living in the basement. Today was a day when those people filled my life to over flowing. Then there is my soon to be ex brother-in-law, the sex offender. The police are destroying all the evidence against him and they never had him come in to be interviewed (because he "lawyered up" making him untouchable). Too bad everyone isn't so untouchable, like the animals, children and women he molested. No help from police, reporters, or politicians.

Some days I want to live on another planet, far, far, far away... Where I can still breathe and all of that sort of essential stuff. I did buy a lottery ticket the other day. I haven't tried one of those for years. Makes me think of my Aunt Alice, my Grandmother's sister. I miss you, AA.

Back to planet scouting... and good night to all.

Over two weeks ago I sent an email to the police division in my area asking for advice about handling a man who crosses the line by touching and trying to kiss me in my home, against my wishes. There has been no reply. I was feeling pretty peeved about this as it does seem they could at least acknowledge me with a form mail. But nothing...

Tonight on the news is a woman going to court because her husband decided to take an axe and a hammer to her head and neck. She also made a report to her local police division, in Toronto, and was not given any help. Later she was attacked, very violently and managed to survive. The police gave her a formal apology which I doubt meant anything to them. She got some kind of money thrown at her too. Likely so she wouldn't kick up a fuss.

You know how women are always nagging, bitching and complaining about something. The poor guy was just trying to assault me, what an annoying nag I am to bitch about that. No wonder the police ignored me. Their motto is to serve and protect. Not to listen to women always nagging about something trivial. Sheesh! Any woman in Toronto should know that she has to handle this herself. Get a plan, find something you can use to kill the bastard and find a really good place to dump the body. Make sure you leave no evidence behind. That would be really annoying cause the police would have to investigate, actually do something. Only in that case you (that bitch) would be arrested and tossed in jail. All your fault, it's always your fault you nagging bitch.

Anyway, I'm really wondering why I didn't get any kind of reply. Very disappointed in the Toronto police and in fact, I won't bother them if something like that happens again. I will try to be aggressive myself and deal with it. Maybe I will be hurt in the process but at least I won't have to bother the police. They have other things to do, manly things, helping men deal with life and such. We women are just not that important.

I come from a family where they say, "If I can take it why would I buy it?" This is why I seldom trust anyone and I have tried to find every sneaky angle that can be used against me any time I have to rely on someone else. I do not like being tricked or robbed.

The real irony is that one half of my family were law breakers and the other half law makers. I'm sure there have always been people who jumped the fence, on either side. In my case, I'm more of a law maker who does not entirely trust or respect authority.

This whole thing drives me crazy when it comes to selling anything, like art, online. It is all too easy to rip off. Everything I look at is very flawed. Even if I did go ahead and try it anyway my family will be telling that it isn't going to make any money. Most of them have been in sales. But they don't give me help with selling anything, just insist that everything online is free for the taking.

I think its hopeless. But I keep trying, or sort of trying. It's how I live most of my life.

"How will it make any money?" You have no idea how irritating, to the point of near insanity, that question is after all these years. Why does everything have to be about money? Money, and people are two things I would like not to have. Money, in the way of not needing it by having enough that I don't have to care about it. People, in the way of not having to have them around.

More people seem to be developing this kind of allergic reaction to people. How long will it take before the only time we communicate is through electronics, not face to face? I don't own/ have a mobile phone. Almost everyone else around me has one, or more. I'm not a phone person. Just hearing it ring (the house phone) makes me cringe. But, I laugh (out loud even) at the progress of mobile phones.

From an actual phone to texting only now. Texting, is just a more expensive way to send an email. I'm never going to be addicted to a mobile phone, or any other phone. I'm too happy to not have anyone contacting me. Twitter works. It's silent and I can look at it, or not. Undemanding.

But, I still don't know how I am going to sell my art online. I don't think I am ever going to find a way to avoid having it stolen. I don't have the social skills, or the liking for them, to be a great sales person for myself.

"How will it make any money?"  I can feel myself on a Medieval stretching wrack, pulled tighter and tighter. If not for that sound track, could I manage to actually get somewhere? I will never know, not likely.

My family are all very stubborn, in their ways. Mine is that I can not seem to just give up, no matter how many times I say that I am.

I have set up new email addresses for some of my domain sites. I'm still going to use my Gmail for almost everything. But, I've been getting attacked by spam emailers, mostly from Subaru USA. So I can use the new addresses for people I actually want to hear from. Which will likely be almost nothing really. Even family email may as well go to the old account. I'm not so likely to check the new accounts often. Unless I set them up to work with something like the email part of SeaMonkey. Tried once and it did not work, but how can you tell when you don't have activity in the account. Yes, I did send myself a test email. Anyway, that is all more to work on.

I'm looking at various ways to keep my niche web resource directories, without WordPress. Everyone seems to suggest WordPress plugins. But they don't understand that all those plugins are dependent on WordPress. WordPress, which says it is standalone software but requires a lot of plugins.

I am trying RSS feeds but, some sites do not use RSS any more. I don't understand why. It is such a simple way to distribute your content and you don't have to do anything. Just put the link up somewhere and forget about it.

Yesterday I was looking at a lot of ways to set up a holiday and event site. Calendar software, address book software, PIM software... No luck so far. Most of the software I find is dated or forgotten/ abandoned. If something isn't popular they don't want to bother with it. Popularity being dictated by Google overall. I am fed up with marketing and that whole mentality. Why do people want to be Google automatons?

I am starting two online shops. One for Ontario Exploration and the other for ASCII Artist. Both of those sites are still on WordPress due to the web resource directory I have built for them. Also, I'm just not feeling the patience to move all the images and figure out this and that to make them work on b2. The image thing on b2 is still bugging me, a lot. Really it shouldn't. It is just a matter of changing the way I create a post, adapting to different software. But, it did seem so much easier to add it while I wrote the post, instead of before or after. I guess I am just letting myself be stubborn about it.

Another change, I allowed Grammarly to attempt to take over my life. It feels that way, even though it just sits in every post window, waiting to boss me around and tell me I should be spelling everything in US spelling, not Canadian. I did not set it all up, registering with the site. If I had it might stop nagging me about every word I spell with Canadian spelling. I don't want to register and give my information to them. So, it will be a battle between trying to catch typos and getting fed up with being corrected.

On the homefront, outside of this computer, I am dealing with hoarding, trying to make myself exercise and other things. Go me.

Happy New Year! Possibly the last time I type that, until the end of this year.

The biggest frustration about web publishing with the hope of making money is really understanding you are not omnipotent.

Yet, I am still determined to do it all myself. Mainly because I want to do it all my way. Secondly, because I can't pay anyone to help me. Thirdly, I don't have the prestige to get "interns" to work for free.

Today I have the plan to work on an editorial calendar. (I found something new to try via WordPress and if it works I will post it to WordGrrls). Offline, I am sorting clothes and deciding what to keep based on the space left in my closet now that it also contains almost everything else I own. Something has to go, might as well start with clothing.