JimmyDimples

Well, guys and gals, you'll never believe what happened to me this morning. It was a true first for me.

My very first stint in Twitter Jail! :-D

Yeah, I was tweeting along with Pat Gray Unleashed, hoping to get my commentary read on the air. And I was grooving along, and I heard California governor Gavin Newsome say he'd go to the ends of the earth on something. Well, I just had to tweet this:

Just one minute or so after the show started its second hour, my Twitter told me that my account had been locked up. The reason why?

They said that my tweet was against X's rules of conduct for encouraging violence.

They said I should delete said tweet to begin the countdown on being reinstated.

Instead, I hit the appeal, and asked what was violent about it. Swimmers do it all the time. The comment was no more harmful than someone telling another to go fly a kite. I first heard the phrase in my preschool days on the Archies, for Voltaire's sake.

I had no idea that the lake by my parents' house was a crime scene when we had our July 4th celebration back in 2021.

Anyhoo, I drummed my fingers waiting for them to get back to me. And just as the Glenn Beck program got started, X did. They said after the review, they saw they were in error, and apologized for the inconvenience. And I was reinstated.

I'm mildly amused by it after all. I mean, it's the first time I'd ended up in Twitter Jail ever. And it was only for an hour. You'd think that after over 14 years tweeting, it'd have happened sooner. Especially with MY politics.

No, seriously, I didn't write much. I'd been away too long from this place. And my past year seemed to be the same old same old, with a bit of eaaaugh mixed in from time to time. Even my Christmas this year was accented with my dad ending up in the ER with some sort of bug, and my ma catching it, thus spiking the holiday dinner and gift swap with the family until mid-January. And their rescheduling came right in the middle of my planned vacation time with David in Orlando. And I couldn't reschedule because my time off was carved in stone on the work schedule.

My NaNoWriMo was a bit of a washout, too. I wanted to make a cyberpunk novel for a new friend I'd reacquainted with over the summer, but it turned into a writing exercise instead. Maybe I'll post the good stuff later and see if y'all can help me mangle it into something resembling a good story.

Also made a new package sending friend with a fellow in Utah. We met over Twitter after I lost a bet. Maybe I'll have the drive over there as a road trip.

Well, too many are thinking that 2024 isn't going to be any better. I wish I had evidence to prove that wrong.

Still, despair is a huge sin. I'll stay prayerful, and hoping in God. I'm still here. I hope you'll stick around, too.

Got the Welch's. Got the glass. Got the phone for selfies. Only thing left to get is my face on the keyboard as I pass out. Just like every Happy New Year.

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I'd like to state the following categorically for the record for my followers.

If you are looking for works assisted by artificial intelligence...

...any writing or drawing, any works verbal or pictorial, or any other creativity that was gleaned, shaped, and produced by electronic calculation or algorithms...

...any creations that have sampled the hard work of other writers or artists, mixed and refined them via compilation and processing by microchip, and brought them to your device's screen through the modern technological miracle of A.I. ...

...you ain't gonna find any here.

All my stuff is strictly made by NU.

Natural Unintelligence.

ADDENDUM: All of my DreamUp prompts are going to sit in their account and collect mildew.

DISCLAIMER:I'm not a minister, priest, pastor, or any other clergyman. I'm definitely not ordained, and I make no presumption that God has called me to be any of that. I'm simply a follower of Jesus Christ. But I got something I can't simply hide under a bushel. May God lead my hands as I write this and do Him justice. That's my prayer, and I hope you Tru Beleivaz will do the same.

With that, here's my...

dA SERMONETTE.

I have to admit, when I look out the window or door at the world lately, I want to close it again and bunker up. And I have a feeling I'm not the only one who feels that way.

It's an admitted daydream or fantasy that if I had enough of a fortune, I'd simply get a patch of property somewhere remote, dig out and build a home underground, shield it from the outside world as best I can, stock it with all my fave foods, fuel, generators, power and medical supplies, seal up the hatch, and just ride it out until things blow over.

And whenever I'm out and about in the Big City, visiting friends out of state, or just away from the Greater Metropolitan Mayberry Area, I sometimes daydream that that the nukes just launched, and I gotta race back to my apartment (or at least get far away enough from the target areas) before they hit.

And just this morning at our prayer breakfast, my dad and friends were talking about how thankful we are to live in the sticks away from the majority of sin's ugliness and ruin.

Thankfully, the Scripture of the Day, was Psalm 91.

1 Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.

2 I will say of the LORD, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.”

3 Surely he will save you from the fowler’s snare and from the deadly pestilence.

4 He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.

5 You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day,

6 nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday.

7 A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you.

8 You will only observe with your eyes and see the punishment of the wicked.

9 If you say, “The LORD is my refuge,” and you make the Most High your dwelling,

10 no harm will overtake you, no disaster will come near your tent.

11 For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways;

12 they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.

13 You will tread on the lion and the cobra; you will trample the great lion and the serpent.

14 “Because he loves me,” says the LORD, “I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.

15 He will call on me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him.

16 With long life I will satisfy him and show him my salvation.”

Now that was just what we needed to hear. The refuge we need is in God. Trust Him as the One Who protects. Even if we lose our home, job, health, even our lives, He will be waiting for us. And He will provide calm and comfort in the rottenest of times. Protection of your soul and spirit.

No bunker or high tower can offer that.

And when others are wondering how you're keeping your head when they're losing theirs, just tell them you're trusting in God. And following Him because He loves you. He loves us all. And He wants to save us, if we'll just let Him.

So while I'm not going to give up on that fallout shelter dream house or bug-out bag, I'm going to trust the Lord first. That's how you shelter in place.

Okay, if anyone's still following here, I know it was exactly a year ago since my last dA journal post. To be honest, the past year hasn't exactly been anything to write home about. Or anywhere else.

Higher prices. Had to get ANOTHER tooth pulled. Couldn't do that for months because I had to get my blood pressure down. Poor David and Janet had to drive me to the oral surgeon during their visit up here in Mayberry. And this past month, my car engine had to be replaced. Won NaNoWriMo, but it was merely a writing exercise. Don't think I've got anything worthy of sharing, let alone selling. Current media is the pits. Any TV, movies, etc. before 2004 is looking better than whatever we got. Today's Big Media/Tech treat us in the audience with contempt. AI and other baloney is killing my urge to come here. I don't even want to politically rant.

Yeah, it's been that pfft.

But at least I'm still making the bills on time. I'm not in the hole. I got family and friends backing me. And I'm still here.

And hopefully you are out there, too.

At least I got a few more chapters out and finished off some titles here in my library: The Greenwear Revolution and Dyna, the Highway Guardian and Sailor Dokeshi. Hope you'll give them a look if you haven't already.

And now, I gotta get ready for work again tonight. Getting my sparkling Welch's and fluted glass ready for the first break, which I'll take early. And praying to Jesus for a good year. Let's all pray for a better 2023. We got nowhere to go but up, I hope.

And now, the faceplant on the keyboard.

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