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Friday Fun Trifecta #14 – Love Edition

If you remember a while back, we did a segment here on called Friday Fun Links. Fun links have evolved into Friday Fun Trifecta, where I will feature one thing of each – music, book and visual arts. Welcome to Friday Fun Trifecta #13, in appreciation for artwork.

It’s Friday again. How am I doing? Yesterday was rough, but I got through it, thankfully unscathed and in tact. I have terrible anxiety sometimes and it comes out as flipping me into overdrive. I’m hoping for a great weekend filled with positivity, laughter, love and peace, lifting the ones up in my life that help me day in and day out, putting their differences aside, but also firmly standing up for what they obviously believe in. I think we should definitely stand up for what we believe as individuals. You know, we all have times when we clash and have differences ( which is a blessing in itself ), but at the end of the day I believe it’s true and carefully precision’d consideration that really takes us down through there, encompassing all things and ideas possible in order to come to a nice, solid conclusion. THAT shows careful consideration and love for yourself and others around you.

What does love mean to you?


+Love Beyond The Stars+ by ERA-7


Lyrics @ – this is one of my most favored electronic artists a.k.a John Gooch.


Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson – I’m currently reading Anathem by Neal Stephenson, along with a couple others, but it’s good enough, so far, that I went searching out this other book that I have no idea about.

“She’s a woman, you’re a dude. You’re not supposed to understand her. That’s not what she’s after…. She doesn’t want you to understand her. She knows that’s impossible. She just wants you to understand yourself. Everything else is negotiable.”

― Neal Stephenson, Snow Crash

“To condense fact from the vapor of nuance.”

― Neal Stephenson, Snow Crash

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Guys and gals, until next time – may you find all the happiness that your life can fit in it’s happy spot – S.D. McKinley.

Book Reviews

Review: The Celestine Prophecy by James Redfield

I don’t care about this cover. It could have been designed in Microsoft Paint . . . or lithography. It’s not creative, but simple and minimalistic.


The international bestseller.

A book that captures ‘the spiritual moment’.

Are three decades of interest in modern physics, ecology, mystical religion and interpersonal psychology finally synthesizing into a new spiritual ‘common sense’? Are we now beginning to live this new common sense? Can it become the dominant paradigm of the next century?

An ancient manuscript has been found in Peru. Its contents: nine insights the human race is predicted to grasp as we enter an era of true spiritual awareness.

In this gripping adventure-tale, James Redfield offers a compelling vision of the new spiritual understanding that is emerging in human culture. You will instantly recognize the truth of the First Insight: in each of our lives occur mysterious coincidences– sudden, unexplained events that, once interpreted correctly, serve to guide and direct our actions.

Join the adventure and let this synchronistic perception guide you through a daring search for the remaining insights. Each will be found in turn, and each will clarify how a growing link with the spiritual is relentlessly transforming human life.

Reading like a story of high adventure, but having the in-depth effect of a spiritual parable, The Celestine Prophecy will take you on a journey that will lighten your soul, and connect you with a vision and an experience that is already changing the world.

It’s been eight and a half eons ( or so it feels ) since I read this book, even so it resides in a special place inside my mind, one of those books you pick up and it changes your whole perspective on life and everything around, and / or it affirms things you have suspected all along, but never had affirmations. An interesting thing is one of the categories on Amazon lists it as: Occult Metaphysical Phenomena. Don’t be fooled, this book is nothing but positivity and assisting your personal connection with the spiritual energy all around and is presented in a mostly unbias manner.

The format of the book is creatively thought out and is also told this way before you start reading: The Celestine Prophecy is laid out in a fiction format to tell about non-fiction things.

One thing that springs to mind when thinking back about my readings with The Celestine Prophecy are two things that have to do with even our spiritual connection to our distant life partners, plants. According to the book, it matters on how we interact with our plants and our interactions with them can even improve their quality of life. Amazing!

Another thing that sprang into mind about The Celestine prophecy is the way we interact with each other, something called control dramas, and with it details exactly how we as humans give and take energy from each other, including our methods for doing just that, even if we don’t realize we are doing it – We do. It makes perfect sense, but I personally rather favor the mentality of believing that we are in fact one energy, that co-habitating in the best way possible together as a decision as-so-best for everyone involved, that puts me on a less defensive and more comfortable stance than thinking someone is just out to control my energy all day, every day. Don’t get me wrong, it’s enlightening to say the very least, but a bit instigative at the same time.

EDIT: Something I noticed while looking up the control dramas is that they are all negative. Surely there are some positive control dramas. But this book insists on focusing on the negative in that regard.

What do you think about spirituality?


The Celestine Prophecy is way more than essential reading as non-fiction, even though it is presented in fiction format for anyone that isn’t fully or even just getting into being familiar with spiritual energies and relations to the world around yourself and other people. ★★★★★ five stars out of five.

Guys and gals, until next time – may you find all the happiness that your life can fit in it’s happy spot – S.D. McKinley.


L&R Book #1 Tour Round Up

Thank you to everyone who participated in the blog tour. Overall, I am forever grateful for your attention and kind support. As a side note: Dang. I was really hoping someone would rip my book to shreds and cause some good ol’ controversy. But hey, I’ll take what I can get:


Whispers & Wonder – interview + IG spotlight


Lecari’s Livejournal 2.0 – review

“LJ and Rom is a fantastic, fun read that had me totally hooked. I think if I had to compare it to anything, it might be the Bill and Ted films — they are also not too serious, have heavy metal references and have supernatural elements. But this book is unlike anything I’ve read before — and I am delighted to see that S D McKinley is currently working on a second book, released as a web serial on his blog. LJ and Rom is an absolute must-read for anyone who is a fan of the unusual or listens to heavy metal — you won’t be disappointed!”

Dream Come Review – spotlight


Beneath A Thousand Skies – excerpt


@book.s_lovers – IG spotlight


Knapsack.News – review + IG spotlight

“After you bomb through How LJ and Rom Saved Heavy Metal (just like Rom and LJ blasting through their race course), you want to know, well, do they save Heavy Metal (and their friend, [D]Rom?) I don’t want to give it away, but I will say this – you sort of get to make your own mind up. At least, while we await the second book (presumably there will be one) to hit the shelves.”


Out of Babel – excerpt

@beatrizfayereads – IG spotlight


Queen’s Book Asylum – book song playlist with encore

To those of you that signed up and had an opportunity to review the book in trade for even a free physical copy, but took off with your stimmy checks and peculiarly flavored Mtn Dew drinks, but didn’t, ultimately flopping out: Congratulations. You passed the test.

Guys and gals, until next time – may you find all the happiness that your life can fit in it’s happy spot – S.D. McKinley.

Music Resources

Friday Fun Trifecta #13

If you remember a while back, we did a segment here on called Friday Fun Links. Fun links have evolved into Friday Fun Trifecta, where I will feature one thing of each – music, book and visual arts. Welcome to Friday Fun Trifecta #13, in appreciation for artwork.

It’s Friday again. How am I doing? I had some great relaxation during the night and that makes for a marvelous Friday to wrap the week up splendidly.


The Sigma Protocol by Robert Ludlum

“Calculate the odds, and recalculate, and recalculate again. And then just go with your gut instinct.”

*Chapter 5, Page 79, Robert Ludlum – The Sigma Protocol

“The Ghost was an in-house nickname for the longtime director of the Internal Compliance Unit, Alan Bartlett.”

*Chapter 3, Page 33. Robert Ludlum – The Sigma Protocol

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Hide U by Kosheen, remixed by DJ Marky – Lyrics @


I’ve always LOVED these isometric pixel artworks – Study and living room design by  Cutiezor. By the way . . . you know what I heard about yesterday? Cryptoart. Weird, huh?


Hideo Kojima Is Writing a Book About His Creative Process

Guys and gals, until next time – may you find all the happiness that your life can fit in it’s happy spot – S.D. McKinley.

Book Reviews

Review: Borderless by Eliot Peper

I’m absolutely loving this cover artwork. What a blessing.


Information is power, and whoever controls the feed rules the world in this all-too-plausible follow-up to the science fiction thriller Bandwidth.

Exiled from Washington after a covert operation gone wrong, Diana is building a new life as a freelance spy, though her obsessive secrecy is driving away the few friends and allies she can count on. When she’s hired to investigate the world’s leading techno capitalist, she unknowingly accepts an assignment with a dark ulterior purpose. Navigating a labyrinth of cutouts and false fronts, Diana discovers a plot to nationalize the global feed.

As tech and politics speed toward a catastrophic reckoning, Diana must reconcile the sins of her past with her dreams of tomorrow. How she deploys the secrets in her arsenal will shape the future of a planet on the brink of disaster. Doing the right thing means risking everything to change the rules of the game. But how much is freedom really worth?

It literally took me about four pages in this work to realize that I would love this book if it could only keep up with the foundation I had laid eyes on. And it did, filled to the brim with modern affirmations and epiphanies of realization, Borderless moves forward with all the things that wrap our current society with conundrums of . . . how do we move forward in a world where technology is trying to tell us too much?

Diana is an former CIA spy and is wrapped up in a swirling mission to take over a megacorporation called Commonweath that built a system that gives people all their information called the feed and their plan to form a one world government. The feed tells you when your friend is walking toward you down the hallway and that’s just the brunt of it. Every institution is a computer and the feed has all the information about everything. But, is the information being curated in disfavor? Are things being selectively hidden? What will they do to keep America running in this fictional world when this technology is trying to free itself? How will you be free when you are relying on bent, hand fed influences?

“The only way to fight someone that knew your weaknesses was to feign indifference.”

Borderless Pg. 109, Eliot Peper

I learned tons of words and phrases in this book and that makes me excited when they are used properly and put in place like a carefully set stone. While some words were repeated and just fancy names for foreign yogurt ( this was the worst, but still great example of the variety in flavor ), I thought it was great. I have a big long note in my note taking app that has a lot of the words I learned, but here I will pick four of them so that you may get a taste of what Borderless has in store as far as verbiage:

  • in·dom·i·ta·ble
    impossible to subdue or defeat.
    “a woman of indomitable spirit”
  • key·stone
    a central stone at the summit of an arch, locking the whole together.
  • re·al·po·li·tik
    a system of politics or principles based on practical rather than moral or ideological considerations.
  • feign
    pretend to be affected by (a feeling, state, or injury).
    invent (a story or excuse).
    indulge in pretense.

Make no mistake, I am no salesman so when I gloat simply for the fact that this is book #2 in the series, it worked so well despite my jumpy list-add clicking fingers, AND the fact that I found it in the first place makes me an extra happy camper today in the reading department.


Presented with more than plausible real-world problems in a not-too-distant future spanning places all over the world, Borderless not only delivers a solid story, bringing all the moving pieces of international adult playgrounds together together quite nicely, it has style, knowledge, form and continuous breaths of fresh air and a perfect pacing to match. There wasn’t a single page I didn’t highlight something of worth or was tempted, then giving in to research a reference to people, places and things. This story deserves ★★★★★ five stars out of five, all day long.

Music Bonus:

Dub FX with Not Cool – Lyrics @ – Get down with the feel good jimmy jams!

Guys and gals, until next time – may you find all the happiness that your life can fit in it’s happy spot – S.D. McKinley.

Web Serial


New to the web serial? Check out the table of contents.


“Don’t point that thing at me,” LJ said, while returning upright, then propping himself against the monolithic tree that fell moments ago.

Dom rummaged aimlessly in circles, hands in pockets, swiping his foot over the grass several times before his arm swung down like a pendulum, plucked random grass and threw it in some-odd direction.

“Why? It’s just a simbyon beam,” Rom replied.

“Stop it, Rom,” LJ said.

“Guys?” Dom called out.

“How do you know what it is? Just making stuff up now, are we?” LJ said, brushing himself and the dust in frustration, as if the dust that lay on his shirt needed to be adjusted, needed somewhere else to call home through his internal dualism.

Before this very moment, never had a man-like person or any person, for that matter ever held a device just like this one or even remotely like it. The simbyon beam device. Neither was it clear how to operate it, being birthed straight from a clandestine research lab residing somewhere in the heavens above. Even though this fact was the giant elephant in the room, that Rom probably already knew, that certain fact didn’t deter Rom at all from pointing it in different places, banging it on the side of his leg and pressing various spots on the exterior of its technical, stylized surface. 

However, nothing happened until he placed it on his forearm. The device attached itself to Rom’s arm in a clenching, mysterious manner then lit up around the edges, finally circling in and lighting up the center, signifying it’s synchronicity with its host. Rom threw his head back in jestful admiration at the spectacle of technology and lights.

“Technology these days is amazing, I think. Even the AI’s getting pretty advanced. Want me to do a song and dance now? Want me to be your entertainer? I will, but not for free like some chump,” Rom said snarkily, bending his arms and legs, dancing and making vocal circus music.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Get outta here! Can’t you be serious for five minutes?” LJ barked.

“Look around you. What do you see? All you see is me.” Rom laughed high and continued, vibrato-ing rapidly:

“Tell me about anything you have seen since we got here that has been serious. This, all of it was made, meant to be funny. I mean, just look at you, LJ. You’re funny looking. Even after everything you’ve been through . . . But look, here you are, still alive and breathing. You ever thrown out everything you know and have accepted about a human face? Let me tell you, it’s not just your face that looks funny. It’s everybody’s face. And, that will never change.”

Rom faux-coughed and turned his attention, “But this, this is a simbyon beam device, used in the MKUltra experiments in the ‘50s in combination with LSD for mind control. You guys weren’t on LSD, so it doesn’t do anything but drain all your motivation, ha. Cool though, huh? Man. I’ve been waiting my whole life to get a hold of this,” Rom said.

A brazen, subdued, new fire sparked interest and a hope for answers inside LJ’s state of shaken physiology and mental clivity. Still under a stress and a reconstruction from everything that just happened.

“What do you mean ‘you guys’? You telling me I’ve already been shot with it? You sure we aren’t on LSD? Kinda feels like I might be,” LJ said.

“You sure it isn’t because you haven’t slept in a couple days, at least? Sleep is really one of the worst kinds of addictions. You can die from not having it, from not having the chemicals sleep releases into your brain. Being here makes it worse. Quickens it,” Rom said.

LJ and Rom glanced at each other. Some squiggling head echoes about how addiction could be compared to sleep quickly escaped LJ’s battered brain in light of priority, like they do when fighting new, remaining thoughts that get shoved aside, in place of jealous, long-term memories while the freshest concept found it’s resting place amongst festering flames of potential rage, finding new molecules to burn surrounding swirling memories like these: a healthy rage for LJ at this point, if a doctor or preacher ever could admit that a thing such as healthy rage existed. Meatball rage.

“You know, we are really starting to wonder about you. You disappear with Marlon, left us in that room to die, and now you are talking about this thing strapped on your arm like you grew up with it and slept with it in the bed, like a comfort doll. I think you are making stuff up, because you sure as hell don’t know how to use it. Although, I guess you could be playing dumb, which wouldn’t be the first time from what I’m starting to gather about you, Rom. I don’t want to sound or act like a broken record, but you better tell us everything you know,” LJ said.

“Speak for ya-self there, LJ. I’m just glad to be alive right now,” Dom said, exhaling light words.

Rom grabbed LJ by his t-shirt and slicey, slithered words sourced from in between his teeth and his mouth grew wide, “I don’t have to tell you anything. But you know what, I’m going to tell you one thing. A thing or two about you, me and this thing we’re in. You’re not in Idaho anymore Kujo, this is way more than raw potatoes now. It’s bigger than life itself, it’s ripping at the seams waiting on us. You’re going to pay attention and use your resources more, bub. But this, this ain’t no walk in a dog and pony park anymore. It’s real and it’s important. They are people preying on us, celebrities and big money makers. They want all the money and their fame and they need help from guys like us while all the others sit there, not thinking about how important their movies and music are, acting like it’s non-essential with no appreciation what-so-ever and just a primal taste to thieve. We’re just a small cog in a big ass gear-wheel, but it’s your duty now to spin your cog like you’re the last cog left. We might not know someone like John Mahoney from a hill of sauerkraut, but they, being us and the celebrities, the big money makers, they want us to help them, to keep their money and everything they work so hard for. What we have worked so hard for. We’re talking about crimes against celebrities, here. You think it’s an easy life being a big money maker or walking the red carpet? You think it’s funny? Well it’s not. They work just as hard for everything they have and we’re going to help them retain it. Bring justice where the justice is weak. Put the power back into the people. Throw the generalizations out the window, where they belong.”

“That’s not why I left the race, Rom. I left the race as a joke, to go pick up Vic for dinner. I’m fine with the money that I got.” LJ pit-stopped for tears but drew them up with sniffles. “That’s all it was. To go to dinner at Donna’s.”

“This ain’t about money, honey. You think you stand where you stand because you just wanted to keep doing what you are doing? I hate it when people tell me that, ‘keep doing what you’re doing’. It just means stagnant breath, bullshit regurgitated breath that gets exhaled and inhaled over and over. Is that what you want for your life? To be stuck breathing the same air over and over? Now, pull yourself together and act like somebody. Listen, I’m from here, from this thing. I’m a part of it. It’s a part of me. I was born and raised here in this thing. It’s not just one thing, it’s many things, way more things than you can imagine it ever being. This thing, it saves people’s lives, it moves people, it tests them, it helps them get to where they are going, especially if they aren’t where they belong, just like we were . . . and Dom. Dom here, he needs us and the constantly increasing demands of life will NEVER let you pay attention enough to the people you should pay attention to. That’s what we are fighting. The distraction. The pull to destroy our unity. We are fighting all the interruptions that are trying to pull us apart and keep us separated. This whole thing, I’m going to call it Technico. Technico is powered by octoplasmats. It’s purely technological. What you don’t know is this: This is the floating anomaly, Technico only wanted to dream and here you sit: all wrapped up in it’s obsession and aspiration to dream with real, live humans inside it. This is the answer to Technico’s current problem – it doesn’t dream. Except this time the weights got too heavy, the balance too tightly woven. Balancers rebelled out because of it, scooped us up.  You were wondering if we are up in the sky or down in the sea? We’ve gone through both already. You won’t be able to tell. This thing floats like a piece of space dust, ready for anything. It’s tricky, just like me, baby.”

LJ had premeditated words stuck in his throat. Jammed in, meant to be free, but stifled by a cold breath of hard, heavy news. How could what Rom is saying NOT be true? It couldn’t. It all added up. The missing piece of the puzzle slammed into place like a big rock that hit terminal velocity on it’s way to scare the life out of a cult of hip, psychic grandmas.

Dom watched LJ and Rom, half listening, half ready to break up a fight. Behind him, unknown out-of-sight objects hurled up and down, bouncing off the ground and sky, above and below, up and down, thumping like an overgrown, mutant rabbit on the loose from some experimental lab. Dom, Rom and LJ did not turn to look, nor did they break their attention from each other. Dom focused his attention on LJ and Rom, hoping to gift some kind of understanding between them through a benevolent voucher of faith.

“Let go of my shirt,” LJ commanded Rom.

“What are you gonna do? Nothing. Maybe cry. That’s it.”

“Guys.” Dom repeated more strong, once again.

LJ leaned backwards while attempting to free his shirt, but Rom held tight.

“Let go, Rom!” LJ talked strongly.

Rom jerked the shirt up, down, left, right and in between, faster than LJ could see. The shirt didn’t give way, but LJ did. LJ ran backwards on his heels, digging dirt while Rom snugged the shirt tight in his grip. LJ twisted forward giving Rom the opportunity to let go, just for a split second. LJ skidded across the grass, divotting, leaving his body mark all over the ground. Spiritual hands formed around the back of LJ’s forearms as he skid, bending his arms up straight-up toward the sky. He screamed in pain as his biceps and rotator cuffs pushed to the extent of regular movement. Miniature lacerations torn muscle and tendon. LJ jumped to his feet, turned around and kicked Rom in the chest with both feet.

Suns out, guns and legs out, Rom flew backward and out of sight, screaming as he went. Like a record player in reverse, Rom returned, the exact opposite way as he just went.

“See. That was you and not me,” Rom abruptly stated. “If you can hear me, but can’t see me, don’t talk to me.”

He flew back once again and LJ heard him talking from afar. LJ didn’t respond although he had the urge to satiate the need to answer the beckoning voice that came out of thin air, against his intuition to respond to every call that came to him. A new sense of comfort started reigning internally. A long standing queen had been overthrown that would take the place inside the round table of ultimate deciding factors in his mind. Number one being that every time he conjured a thought, it did not absolutely need to be completed, the thought that is, not until a sizable determination was met. In fact, interruptions, just like this one were what made his mind beautiful and abstract, like interacting sounds of life. Neither did every call for a response need answering or completing. Why did it always feel like he needed to complete every thought and answer every call? Was it pre-programmed in his instincts? He only knew that he liked to be answered every time he talked and it bothered him when he wasn’t answered. But a flip of, an almost instant restructuring of ultimate deciding factors in his mind was nothing but refreshing and exactly what he needed to keep moving forward, even if previous signs had also told him the same. Rom made a fine impromptu doctor. After all, it didn’t take much. Just Rom showing him a couple of tricks of the trade from his side of the house.

“Oh yeah, and that jhaman gem that I brought in, I still got it.”

“Jhaman gem?” Dom said and looked puzzled.

“Uh, huh. And, did you know there are at least two Asian people per one American?”

LJ stacked his fleeting grievance on top of time dispensed sorrow. He didn’t respond.

Rom pushed his sunglasses into his hair and let go of LJ’s shirt, then stood solid in front of him.


Then, Rom choked, spasmed, quaked and shook irreverently. Jiving, jiggy jowl cheeks excerpted flemish growls and endless canons of tone,  sourcing energy from beyond his chest to alleviate his abrupt affliction. As his feverism collapsed, his voice and actions returned to a resaturating normal.

LJ screamed and punched Rom on the face, “STOP PLAYING ROM! Take that thing off, it’s possessing you.”

Rom wrapped his arms around the back-side of LJ, in a choke hold, to restrain his sprouting violence. “What happened to Vic? LJ! You ARE going to learn to roll with the punches,” Rom said.

“Tap, tap, tap,” LJ said raspy, still in the choke hold. “That must have been what they were shooting Dom with, that simbyon device. That’s why he dropped out of the band. He was being targeted.” he spoke, his metallicy voice echoed quick, through the whole thing reverberating every atom in Technico. Another deep, growling machine noise rumbled beneath, turning is it went.

“Yup. And, you don’t dream after you’ve been hit with it, at least for a long while. It runs with octoplasmats,” Rom replied.

Dom made the corna sign with his hand while he jumped up and down in excitement. “Ah! This, this is gonna be fun.”

“I got one more thing to show you before we go back to Kansas, Toto.”

LJ huffed and staved, brushed his anger off once again and then said, “Oh. My. God. Do you hear this? Now Rom wants to show us something, Dom. Like we haven’t seen enough. First, I’m a bored rally car driver and now I’m at a show and tell in some kind of magical fun house land . . . ”


© 2020-2021, S.D. McKinley

Guys and gals, until next time – may you find all the happiness that your life can fit in it’s happy spot – S.D. McKinley.


The Curious Case of the Soda vs Sota . . . AND Moose Milk

Now, here we have a curious case of misaligned words and women(s) that act like they don’t ever drink sodas. Even very small ones. Whether it be small women or small sodas, make no mistake because lives have been lost because of these small understandings in culture and border-line short hair length. Let me pour a little history / future into the mix:

One might beg a question of: Where does Minnesota have anything to do with small sodas and Ms. Michelle Geller? I have no idea. That’s where I need your help! Now, this might be a clue that will help us:

These older folks are flocking north with their mini-sodas into Minnesota! It’s absolute bonker-ness and it must be stopped at once. At least they need no coolers to keep the drinks cold, which is about the ONLY thing that makes sense about the whole situation. Our future kids depend on it. Or, are all the kids going to Florida? Do they just want to play and lay on the beach with full sized sodas in retaliation for nutrition while the strength of the Vitamin-D permeates their subdermal layer? Maybe so. Maybe not! Maybe they are actually taking a vacation from milking the moose altogether and everyone will have to eat dry cereal once and for all.

These ones are still milking the moose in Minnesota to keep everyone healthy:

Exhibit A: Milking the moose

Not a one of you can tell me they actually get the milk from Florida moose! So where does it come from? More like Minnesota. That’s where. It’s causing mass confusion and too much cereal eating. The Milk is our only hope besides Mtn Dew:

Got Soda Ads Vs Got Milk Ads:



Guys and gals, until next time – may you find all the happiness that your life can fit in it’s happy spot – S.D. McKinley.


Giveaway Day: 4 Books

GIVEAWAY DAY: You get 4 books with a twist! Read on for more details.

How this Giveaway Works:

Hello good day, and welcome to the 1st of two giveaways I will conduct, one now and one in the near future. Anyone can enter. The winner will be chosen by RANDOM.ORG.

What books am I getting? Remember you can play roulette with one books besides Gridlinked or How LJ and Rom Saved Heavy Metal:

The Four Books:

Gridlinked |Circe | How LJ and Rom Saved Heavy Metal | 1984

If You don’t like One of the Books:

Yeah, sorry / not sorry, but if you win you are being sent a out-of-print copy of How LJ and Rom Saved Heavy Metal and Gridlinked, BUT if you don’t like Circe or 1984, then you can play roulette and I’ll swap it out with a random different book – put this in the comments when you enter. Who knows what it will be? I’ll know. Then, you’ll know when you get the package in the mail!

I’ll pick a winner in 10 days, on the morning of 2021-02-23. Telephone is NOT required, but I need all the other details.

Who is eligible?

Everyone in USA only, unless you want to pay shipping. I’m guessing they are around 5lbs. You don’t have to be a follower of to win, but it will be sadly frowned upon. 😉

How do I enter?


Tell your friends! 🤠

Guys and gals, until next time – may you find all the happiness that your life can fit in it’s happy spot – S.D. McKinley.

Music Resources

Witcher Edition: Friday Fun Trifecta #12

If you remember a while back, we did a segment here on called Friday Fun Links. Fun links have evolved into Friday Fun Trifecta, where I will feature one thing of each – music, book and visual arts. Welcome to Friday Fun Trifecta #12, in appreciation for artwork.

It’s Friday again. How am I doing? Well, I stayed up half the night, just thinking about financials, watching Nordic Outback on Disney+ and the lot. It was nice to have some peace and quiet. Yennifer didn’t mind at all. I’m not sure how Misty would like me comparing her to Yennifer? It ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe . . . 😇 She probably like it better than Kamaiyah, though.


Cemetary Gates by Pantera – Lyrics @ – This song is beautifully performed ( this song has no vulgarities in it ) and in my opinion is one of the rarities, where we get live music that sounds superior to the original recording. R.I.P. Vinnie Paul and Darrel, we know you are in a better place. 😐


TW – The Last Wish WALLPAPER 1 by astoralexander – The Witcher can safely smoke. He has mutant blood.


The Witcher 3 Soundtrack OST ( I think this technically NOT OST, it’s in game music ) – The Wolven Storm – Lyrics @ – Anyone know what genre you would call this?


Blood of Elves by Andrzej Sapkowski
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“May the wind under your wings bear you where the “Mistakes,’ he said with effort, ‘are also important to me. I don’t cross them out of my life, or memory. And I never blame others for them.”

― Andrzej Sapkowski, Blood of Elves

“I manage because I have to. Because I’ve no other way out. Because I’ve overcome the vanity and pride of being different, I’ve understood that they are a pitiful defense against being different. Because I’ve understood that the sun shines differently when something changes. The sun shines differently, but it will continue to shine, and jumping at it with a hoe isn’t going to do anything.”

― Andrzej Sapkowski, The Last Wish

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Guys and gals, until next time – may you find all the happiness that your life can fit in it’s happy spot – S.D. McKinley.


The Death Shroom Beckons – Black and White Edition

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Even being under the weather lately, Janice Duke @ Janice Duke Illustrations ( Be sure to go check out her other works – she’s great at it ) commissioned this into the digital piece you see here. A big thank you to herself, muddling through and completing this, sourced from the pen work Waylon and I completed way back in 2012.

Go team. Remember kids, teamwork makes the dreams work! And, I should also mention that I discovered this artist via WordaholicAnonymous, so a thank you goes there as well. Hopefully she can complete another work for me soon that I’m equally excited about. It’s one of the characters from How LJ and Rom Saved Heavy Metal.

Guys and gals, until next time – may you find all the happiness that your life can fit in it’s happy spot – S.D. McKinley.