December 29, 2013

Circle Interruptus

I know, I know, your heart, libido, brain, senses, etc. etc. etc. can't handle the surprise of seeing a brand new spanking post on Father Nature's Corner. And yes, I understand that you might be having one of those old Red Foxx moments where he cries "Elizabeth! I'm on my way!" while clutching his chest.

And truth be told, I'm rather surprised myself, insomuch that I been having a devil of a time just getting my act together to do anything even remotely resembling writing. But, as some people are want to say, life does indeed go on, and thus so should this blog. After all, even though it lives, breaths and yes, exists directly due to my whims, it doesn't seem right that it should be on hiatus simply because my creative juices have momentarily dried up.

As the title of the post suggests, and directly due to the fact that my language skills have been permanently and pleasantly corrupted by the land of Wile E. Coyote (Super Genius), we are interrupting the circle that presently encompasses us and holds us hostage, in the sincere hope of restarting the motivation engine.

Usually when I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary doesn't bring me words of wisdom. Instead, the item with pieces of paper haphazardly sewn/glued together in a numerical order cries out for my attention. Like this for example:

to purchase click here.

For the past month or so, I've been prowling the public library shelves for books to devour and provide escape from the stresses and problems of the day. Truth be told, the main problem I've been trying to escape from is my writing. The motivation to work on the rewrite for my novella "It's Just Business" has pretty much evaporated and now I'm at the point of actually going bleah! whenever I look at the story sitting forlornly on my copy holder. Same goes for blogging. After the post of 24 December, I was sorely tempted to wait until 2014 to write another blog post.

The main reason why I was leaning that way had to do with not only work, but the topic du jour of 24 December post as well. Try as I might, I could not shake the anger the moment I sat down in front of my computer. So I would do other things: play Spider Solitaire, Mah Jong, listen to my stereo, even turned off the computer to write editing notes on what I've previously printed out. Anything that wasn't connected to writing I did.

Like reading six books in the span of three weeks, and I'm not talking about e-books, but the seriously thick non-fiction books that I grew up on (which you will read about in the coming weeks) that would probably make the majority of you fall asleep while attempting to read them.

But like most things in my life that I really want to do but never have spine to actually do them until I say to myself, "You know what, F this S." and simply do it, I decided to do just that. I decided to put my reading on the back burner, compartmentalize the outside stress and force myself to get back into the groove of writing, whether for the blog or for the novella.

So my friends, be prepared for the drama queen of Cedar Mountain to throw titanic piles of whiny temper tantrums as he decides to lay it all out in its petulant glory. Who knows, maybe we can have deja vu all over again.

Or not.

In any event, I is back, and I brought presents for no one, 'cause you know, I forgot to make that left turn at Albuquerque and found myself at Kentucky Downs where I bet a ton 'o money on That's Inedible and sure enough, it was.

(c) 2013 by G.B. Miller. All Rights Reserved.

December 24, 2013

Christmas? Eh.

Last year, Christmas was kind of "eh", in that my mother was recovering from back surgery (in a convalescent/rehab facility) thus no real shopping/holiday decorating was done. This year, it's pretty much the same thing, only the reason is not quite as personal as my mother's back surgery.

Long time readers of my previous blog know that my daughter Jenelle is a semi-professional ice skater. Her skating coach is going through a family crisis that is affecting not only her family but her friends as well. Long story short is that her sister Justina, was diagnosed by her personal physician with a rare genetic disorder. When she was taken to Boston Children's Hospital in early February, they disagreed with the diagnosis and instead came up with a psychiatric diagnosis. When her parents disagreed and tried to take her home, the hospital security staff stopped her and with Massachusetts DCF rubber stamping the order, has held her hostage at the hospital and is attempting to terminate the rights of her parents.

The judge in the case was supposed to make a decision on December 20th, but instead postponed it to January 10th, and did a few other rotten things as well. Lest you think that I'm telling a lie about BCH, I'm not. Justina's story was recently done by our local Fox affiliate (click on the caption to see the video) and also picked up by Glenn Beck as well. BCH is notorious for doing crap like this and have been sued over the years and have racked up numerous complaints as well.


So as you can see, I'm not really in the mood to celebrate Christmas this year, and to a lesser extent, not really in the mood to do any kind of writing or any kind of blogging. All I've been really doing since last Friday is to do a little editing, break out the turntable, dive into my large (1500+) collection of 45's, and try to find some logical meaning to this screwed up world and maybe a little peace of mind. And maybe, once this crazy payweek ends on Saturday, I'll be able to grace this blog with another post before the year marches out.

Here's to a very Merry Christmas to everyone out there and hoping that Santa Claus (or whatever Christmas deity you choose to believe in) brings you everything that is on your wish list.

Update 12/24/13: Here is a beefier version of the FoxCT video that is posted on the FoxNews website. Please scroll down to the link from the Boston Globe, which recently did a special story on this, that expands on both the video and the initial link.

(c) 2013 by G.B. Miller. All Rights Reserved.

December 20, 2013

In The Beginning

In the beginning, there was a man. A man with a voice. A man with a vision. A man who dared to speak his mind, no matter what the consequences. A man who, more frequently than not, had to pull himself up by his own jockstrap just to get his point of view across. A man who was a manly man, manlier than the manliest man. A man who wasn't afraid to tell it like it was back in the day.

Yes. He was a man's man. And because he was a man's man, he was able to put on his big boy pants not one leg at a time, but both legs at the same time. And after he put those big boy pants on, he walked to the kitchen to cook himself the manliest breakfast that only a man's man would even attempt to eat. Because he was a man's man.

In the ending, there was a woman. A woman with a sensuous voice. A woman with a cat's eye vision. A woman who spoke her mind, no matter what anyone said otherwise. A woman who, more frequently than not, had to pull herself up by her own bra straps just to get her point across. A woman who was the be all to end all, oozing sensuality 'cause she was da bomb. A woman who sure as hell wasn't going to let anyone forget who she was back in her day.

Yes. She was a woman's woman. And because she was a woman's woman, she was able to put her big girls outfit on not one extremity at a time, but all at the same time. And after she had gotten dressed in her weapon of choice, she walked to the kitchen to get the breakfast that her slave cooked, because damn it, that's what boy toy slaves are for. Yes, she was a woman's woman, so don't you ever tell her to step aside 'cause not only will she tear you a new one, but she'll beat you down and you damn well better enjoy it. Because high heels, dog collars and chains will be your salvation. Because after all, you are a man's man.

At least, the last time you checked with your dom.

(c) 2013 by G.B. Miller. All Rights Reserved.

December 18, 2013

I Forgot

How many times has this happen to you?

Her: Honey?
You (working on a piece of something in which the creativity is gushing out like a volcano): Yes dear?
Her: It's time for supper.
You: Okay. I'll be up in a minute. Let me just finish this one item.
Her: Okay.

About an hour later, you're done with dinner and catching up on the latest gossip and news. So you meander back to what you were working on prior to taking a dinner break. You sit back down, take out the project and WHAM!!! you suddenly have no idea on where to go with it. You were pretty certain that prior to taking your break on where you were going with it, but now, you're shooting blanks and cursing yourself over the fact that your memory recollection has passed you by on your current project and you'll have to start all over again.

This scenario has happened to me with a frequency that boggles my mind and perplexes my patience.

I have almost one dozen partially written blog posts stashed in a couple of folders near both of my computers, with the distinct possibility of them never seeing the light of day, simply because I took a brake while I was writing and when I was finally able to get back to them, I had completely lost the theme and/or the thread of whatever ti was I was writing about.

And as for writing, forget about it. I can't tell you how many times I've lost the thread and/or plot line for a given scene in my latest project.

More often than not, within minutes of opening up my story to where I'd left off at, I have to refer to both the notebook that contains what I've written so far, and the original story that I'm using as an outline. 'Course, it doesn't help that I'm gutting, rewriting and throwing out unnecessary parts of the story as I'm rewriting it.

In fact, the last time that I had worked on my story, I spent roughly ten minutes trying to remember just exactly where I was going with the plot. By the time I had it all figured out, the urge/motivation to write pretty much went bye-bye.

Even now, as I'm writing this post, I've completely forgotten what I wanted to write in regards to forgetting about what I was writing. So to resolve this issue, I decided to have my own Na-Nu-Na-Nu moment by writing on the fly, in the vain hope that some how or some way, I'll find my way back to Itchykoo Park as well as walking In Through The Outdoor.

In any event, the lesson that should be learned (or gleaned) is to never interrupt yourself when you're experiencing creativity in action. Instead, wait for the moment to finish itself, then perform persona interruptus.

December 16, 2013

What Is Up With The Brother From Another Mother?

Indeed, what is up with the brother from another mother theses days?

Besides being the victim of a very sick joke from a Facebook friend (haven't decided whether or not to unfriend them and unlike their page) there has been a little turbulence in Father Nature's Corner for the month of December.

Because of all the drama/aggravation going on at work, I have not been able to do a lick of work on my latest writing project. Every time I decide to work on my project, something comes up to throw a wrench in the works. For example, I had planned on doing some writing this past weekend, but by the time I got out of work on Saturday and ran my usual errands and got back home, the motivation/intent had diminished. By night time, the motivation had completely vanished as home life reared its ugly head, which in turn necessitated putting my writing on the backburner.

On Sunday, I resurrected the plan to work on my writing, but this time, when I sat down in front of my computer and opened up my novella, instead of going to where I left off at, I started doing some mental editing at page one. Deciding that being a little lost while writing was not a good thing to experience, I took out the notebook, put a Van Halen album on the trusty turntable, and decided to do page-by-page edits of the story. For me, page-by-page edits will consist of simply writing numerals on parts that need to be fixed and writing what the solution is on a separate piece of paper. I figure by the time I finish, not only will I have copious notes on what needs to be fixed, but I'll have a clearer view on where I want to go.

On the other part of writing that is called self-publishing, that is now in a holding pattern and it will be for a quite a while, as that old issue of MONEY rears its ugly head. A scary thought for everyone out there is that I'm actually looking forward to January, because that means I can file my taxes and get a little money into the savings accounts and thus lessen the pressure that has been steadily building for the past few months.

In regards to Facebook, I plan on unpublishing my public (aka author) page. The reason being is that I simply don't have the time to give it the proper attention that it needs. An author's page is a little bit like a blog, in which you have to continuously post on it in order to build traffic and interest. Since I did things ass backwards by having a personal page first and spending 4 years building that up, I've basically shot myself in the foot. So, away it goes on January 1st.

Since I have a new tag called "Familia", I might as well mention an issue that was a contributing factor in me not getting any writing done this weekend.

For those of you who have heard me talk about my daughter Jenelle over the years, here is my lovely tween. Said tween went to Florida this week with my brother and his wife. Said tween became sick as a dog with strep throat. So said tween is definitely not enjoying what should've been a very nice vacation/early Christmas present.

And as father of said tween, he will be dealing with the insurance company (ABCBS) today to see what is covered and what is not covered, as his employer revamped his health insurance and introduced a whole new set of insidious rules designed to annoy the crap out of 42K employees under its umbrella.

In summation, writing on novella (or any other kind of writing related mayhem sans blogging) has not been accomplished, as the real world intrudes on my state of mind, causing it to be in flux, as opposed to being in balance.

December 13, 2013

The Newbie Guide To Checking Your Spine At The Door

Welcome to the wonderful exciting world of word processing! Before you begin the job that screams LOSER, you must go through a day's worth of orientation. We do this because we want to make sure that you lose all sense of hope, happiness and upward mobility and that you become the person that you dread the most: an ineffectual middle management suck up. So take that roll of scotch tape, apply it to your eyelids and get ready to experience the worst thing written on paper since Nancy Pelosi implored everyone to "vote for the bill so that we can see what it's about!".

Dress Code:

It is advised that you come to work dressed according to your salary. If we see you wearing $350 Prada shoes & carrying a $600 Gucci bag we assume you are doing well financially and therefore you do not need a raise. If you dress poorly, you need to learn to manage your money better, so that you may buy nicer clothes and therefore you do not need a raise. If you dress in-between, you are right where you need to be and therefore you do not need a raise.

Sick Days:

We will no longer accept a doctor statement as proof of sickness. If you are able to go to the doctor, you are able to come to work.


Operations are now banned. As long as you are an employee here, you need all of your organs. You should not consider removing anything. We hired you intact. To have something removed constitutes a breach of employment.

Personal Days:

Each employee will receive 104 personal days a year. They are called Saturday & Sunday.

Vacation Days:

All employees will take their vacation at the same time every year. The vacation days are as follows: January 1st, July 4th and December 25th.

Bereavement Leave:

This is no excuse for missing work. There is nothing you can do for dead friends, relatives or co-workers. Every effort should be made to have non-employees attend to the arrangements. In rare cases where employee involvement is necessary, the funeral should be scheduled in the late afternoon. We will be glad to allow you to work through your lunch hour and subsequently leave one hour early, provided your share of the work is done enough.

Absence Due To Your Own Death:

This will be accepted as an excuse. However, we require at least two weeks notice as it is your duty to train your own replacement.

Restroom Use:

Entirely too much time is being spent in the restroom. In the future, we will follow the practice of going in alphabetical order. For instance, all employees whose names begin with "A" will go from 8a to 8:20a, employees whose name being with "B" will go from 8:20a to 8:40a, and so on. If you're unable to go at your allotted time, it will be necessary to wait until the next day when your turn comes again. In extreme emergencies, employees may swap their time with a co-worker. Both employees' supervisors must approve this exchange in writing. In addition, there is now a strict 3 minute time limit in the stalls. At the end of three minutes, the stall door will open and a picture will be taken. After your second offense, your picture will be posted on the company bulletin board under the "Chronic Offenders" category.

Lunch Break:

Skinny people get 30 minutes for lunch as they need to eat more so they can look healthy. Normal size people get 15 minutes for lunch to get a balanced meal to maintain their average figure. Fat people get 5 minutes for lunch, because that's all the time needed to drink a Slim Fast and take a diet pill.

This concludes your one day orientation. We are here to provide a positive employment experience. Therefore, all questions, comments, concerns, complaints, frustrations, irritations, aggravations, insinuations, allegations, accusations, contemplations, consternation and input should be directed elsewhere.

December 10, 2013

B(ooks) A(lready) R(ead): Take 3

part 1, part 2

Continuing with yet another post examining another block of books from my B.A.R. list of 2013, which will showcase the one thing long thought dormant: my taste in books.

13} Days of Beer: A Memoir of A Beer Drinkin' Man by Charles Gramlich. Charles has always been one of my favorite least since 2008, when I first discovered his blog Razored Zen. Days of Beer is one those funky is-or-is-not-tongue-planted-firmly-in-check e-books that gets you scratching your head while at the same time making you chuckle at the strangest times during the day. A wickedly entertaining read, I highly recommend checking out a book that shows a side of a well respected individual that we don't see too often.

14} Lost And Found by Brandon Meyers and Bryan Pedas. I actually won a free copy of this book earlier this summer (it's available both in print and e-book) and this was supposed to be the last book I would write a review for, and for the past five months, I kept forgetting to do it. So, for B&B, here is my brief review of your fine book: B&B did an outstanding job of writing a ghost story that covers two decades and of which requires you to flip back and forth in order to fully understand and appreciate it. You may not get it on the first read through, but on successive reads, the nuances and overall plot becomes clearer, and what's even better, the story really sticks with you after you get done reading it. A ghost story that really makes you think, I highly recommend it and give it at least a 4 1/2 star rating.

15} Anna's Vision by Joy Redmond. I originally picked up the e-book version of this but later got the print version of it in a swap. A love story through the ages with a little spiritual goodness thrown in the mix. Joy Redmond is a great writer and you should check her out on Facebook as her sense of humor is even more warped than mine.

16} Old Man's War by John Scalzi. I started following John Scalzi's blog earlier in the year, so when the opportunity arose to expand my horizons a little, I went searching for some of his books in my public library. The first book that got him noticed was this little sci-fi ditty (which is part of a trilogy, I believe). I found it to be a great read and I'm looking forward to reading the rest of the trilogy.

17} The Map Thief by Heather Terrell. This was another book that I won in a contest/giveaway. A very cool mystery that covers three different time periods: ancient China, the golden age of discovery and modern China & Europe

18} Flip Wilson: The Inside Story of T.V.'s First Black Superstar by Kevin Cook. I love reading both auto-bios and bios of famous and infamous people in all facets of pop culture. This is a very good bio on a great comedian and enigma from the 70's.

December 8, 2013

This Is Me

I am a child of the late 60's/the entire decade of the 70's/early 80's, and as such, I don't look at language with the same hypocritical eye that anyone born while I was a senior in high school does.

To me, language is something to be cherished and explored, not be used for as a weapon for bullying. So you can well imagine why I have a low tolerance for the language police, be it domestic or international (think Quebec). I don't like being told what is acceptable or not acceptable, and I like even less when the language police takes the inanity of its bullying by retroactively applying today's cleansed word to the history of yesterday (African-American would be a prime example of this bullying).

I also don't like it when people choose to be offended on the behalf of others in the mistaken belief that they know what's good for them (see the brouhaha over the word "Redskins" as put forth by the White Father and White Mother because they know what's best for their Indian children*).

However, I will concede the point that I have made a few cosmetic changes to my public speaking voice, and to a smaller degree, my private speaking voice as well.

For instance, because I grew up in a household/time when I knew what the original meaning of a word was and whereas no one else older than 30 probably didn't, if I use a particular word that some misguided people find offensive, I usually have to preface the word by explaining what the original meaning of the word meant (see 2nd link about bullying for examples). Or, because I have a tendency to really enjoy pushing people's buttons (I'm 48 1/2, I'm allowed to do this), I will substitute a phrase or a different word for the word in question. Confused? Then I'm heading in the right direction.

Out of respect for some of the people I work with and even some of the people that read my blog, I don't use the term "mentally retarded" in their presence. Instead, I'll use the term "developmentally disabled". Or, I'll use the proper medical term, Down's Syndrome (which most people don't know).

For the word "gay", because I actually know what the original meaning of the word is, I have never been 100% comfortable in using that word to describe people who pursue that "alternative lifestyle", so I use that particular phrase instead of the seriously old fashioned catch-all "homosexual".

The problem with hypersensitivity over certain words is that we ultimately try to ban words that other countries use as common vernacular. The word "fag", if I understand it correctly, means "cigarette" in the U.K. and thus most people don't really have a second thought in using it. However, since we've made such a big deal out of the word "fag" and "faggot" being 100% offensive, we have basically bullied people into changing how they speak. Which is sad, because usually the people who scream the loudest about a "bad" word are the ones who don't know the proper history about the word to begin with.

I leave you with one more example of how this older person has attempted to integrate today's F'd up language in his day-to-day activities.

I am not a supporter of gay marriage. However, because it's increasingly becoming the norm, I've learned to accept it. Not like it, but have accepted it. Because of this personal belief that seems to be a contradiction to those with closed minds, I have chosen to use the terms "husband" and "wife" to straight people that I personally know to be married. If I don't know what their marital status is, I simply use the term "significant other".

Now some people may find it to be a little offensive to their sensibilities that I chose to differentiate between straight and non-straight people, but you know, it is my life that I'm living. I certainly don't try to tell you how to live your life, and I certainly don't want you telling me how to live mine. I stay true to me, and if staying to true to me means that I meld only new things into my personal belief system that I feel comfortable with, who are you to tell me that I'm living my life wrong. What may be good for you isn't necessarily good for me.

I leave you with this thought to ponder and discuss amongst yourselves: What business is it of mine if someone in the arts & entertainment field decides to announce that they're gay? Why should I care about a person's sexual orientation? Personally, I'm of the belief that I accept a person for who they are, not for what they are. I don't inquire about a person's sexual orientation, because quite frankly, it's none of my business.

*yes, we are being extremely sarcastic with that statement, but for those of you who don't know their American history (which is probably 2 out of every 3 who practice ignorance is bliss), that really was the prevailing sentiment amongst whites as they dealt with Native Americans in the 19th & 20th century, and yes, I use that term in my conversations because nowadays when you say Indian, people probably will conclude that you're talking about people from India.

December 6, 2013

Deep Throating Technology

Contrary to popular opinion, I am not the Luddite that I portray myself to be when it comes to technology. Having grown up in a the time when there was no public internet, BASIC & COBOL programming, rotary dial telephones, etc. etc. etc. Over the preceding decades, I come to appreciate most of the technology advances, either willingly or with trepidation.

Take cell phones for instance. While I appreciate the relative ease in being able to talk to someone at a moment's notice, compared to growing up with payphones, change and long bouts of peace and quiet, I am not a fan of having phones that do virtually everything except feed you and make you use the facilities. I'm more than happy to whip out my 8 year old flip phone, pull out the antenna, dial someone up and chat away.

Or c.d.'s. When c.d.'s first came out, I wasn't a big fan of them, especially since the average price was around $35. But again, as the decades progressed, I learned to tolerate them to the point of eventually wanting to convert my entire vinyl collection to them.

However, what I will not tolerate is having certain technological "improvements" forced down my throat, simply because the company wants it that way.

Take Big Brother...ummm...Google for example.

Google started pursuing a plan of synergy with all of their products about a year or two ago. What I mean by synergy is that all you need to access the various Google products is one account and one password. Good on paper, bad in execution. Why?

Because what they do the minute you agree to synchronize all of your accounts, which in my case would be Blogger, Gmail and YouTube, they automatically throw you into Google+. Personally, I can't stand Google+ to begin with, and to be made a part of it against my will with no viable means of escape, just deepens my dislike of Goggle even more.

Another fine example would be Microsoft.

Microsoft recently created a new version of their popular browser for Windows 8 called, obviously enough, IE 11. Which is fine by me, in that I have IE 10 on mine. However, in its infinite wisdom, Microsoft decided to let those with Windows 7 try it out.

An astute observer of the previous paragraph would notice that the words "let" and "try it out" were italicized. That's because Microsoft doesn't let anyone participate voluntarily in a new product, they just foist it on you whether you want it or not.

The fallout of getting this forced upgrade of my browser was instantaneous. I briefly lost about 20+ blog subscriptions to Tumblr and about 12 with Blogger because of this upgrade. I was able to resolve the RSS feeds to Tumblr by adding the website to the "Compatibility View" option.

However, restoring the lost Blogger/custom domain subscriptions was a bit problematic. Normally, I use the RSS feed button on my toolbar to subscribe to blogs, but with this upgrade, I immediately lost that function with certain blogs/custom domain blogs, and the only way I was able to restore those subscriptions was to make them an e-mail only subscription, which I seriously detest.

I'm sure I can come up with others, but these are two of the more blatant tech advances I was forced to deep throat until I gagged.

I know this will fall on deaf ears, but you know, not everyone wants or needs the latest bell and whistle for the product they use. Especially if the upgrade takes away a feature that they readily use.

December 4, 2013

What To Blog About?

Sometimes, trying to come up with a topic of choice to blog about can be an exercise of creative inaction. There are times when coming up with a topic to blog about is easy peasy lemon squeezy and the words just pour out with the speed of a raging waterfall.

Then there are times when to come up with a topic is still easy peasy lemon squeezy, but the words come out in fits and starts. Kind of like when a frozen water pipe starts thawing out.

Finally, there are times when coming up with a topic is about as easy as the President admitting to a mistake, and the words flow about as easy as Harry Reid admitting to a mistake.

In other words, creating inaction.

Today's post is a mixture of paragraph #2 and paragraph #3, in that I sort of came up with a topic, but the words are coming out in fits and starts. Which is to say, because I'm having a Seinfeld moment, this is a post about nothing. Or rather, almost a post about nothing. Because if this was truly a post about nothing, I wouldn't be writing anything.

So, let's see action:

December 2, 2013

A C.M. Classic: Post #1

On my previous blog, I had started doing a series of posts called "ReDeaux!", which basically was me pulling out an extremely old post and putting a brand new twist on it. Anyways, the reason why I bring this up is that almost a month later, I'm belatedly remembering how hard it is to build (or in this case, rebuild) a blog readership.

So for today's post, I thought I would revisit, or reestablish, the series under the general tag "Post Repeater" and under the specific title "A C.M. Classic", and what better post to relaunch the series with than the very first post that started this entire blogging journey.

Allow me to reintroduce myself. My name is G.B. Miller and I've been blogging for 5 1/2 years and writing seriously for 4 1/2 years. I decided to reinvent the wheel, or rather, reinvent myself, by starting a brand new blog called "Father Nature's Corner".

"Father Nature's Corner" is a weird riff based on both my strange sense of humor and where I live.

To whit: In my previous blog, I would often bring up the fact that Mother Nature had a husband called, appropriately enough, Father Nature. Whereas Mother Nature wore the pants in the family, thus doing the yeoman's amount of work, Father Nature was content to be the proverbial Uncle Buck. And "Father Nature's Corner" is simply a new take on where I live, which is next to Cedar Mountain in the lovely state of Connecticut.

Although none of that really explains how the blog Cedar's Mountain got its name. Well, long story made incredibly short is that back in the latter part of the first decade of the 21st century (that would be the time frame of 2000 thru 2010), I was heavily involved in an online chat forum. For reasons that will remain for the most part untold on this blog (but can be found on my other blog) as to why I was there and what ultimately went down, I decided to name the blog after my online persona, which was homage to where I grew up.

Building up the readership to where I had a lot of visitors and subscribers took me the better part of two years, and those years were spent making a polite pest of myself at other people's blogs. I fun while doing it (for the most part) and I appreciated each and every person that stopped by my blog.

Now here we are, in the tail end of 2013, and to be honest with everyone here, I really don't want to repeat that particularly tedious process again. However, being that I do want people to know about my new blog, I have modified that tedious process, in that I now post links to new blog posts on my private and public Facebook pages. That way, between the 184 people that like my public page and the 142 friends on my private page, I should get a few more visitors and possibly a few subscribers as well. Also, I have condensed from 5 to 2 the blogs that are listed in my profile, which will make searching for the proper blog to read/comment on that much easier.

So without further ado, your affable host G.B. Miller welcomes you to his brand new blog "Father Nature's Corner". And always keep in mind that the person who has these kind of friends:

...will never have a problem in using the world of you as cannon fodder for what he writes.