People always want to complain that books cost too much money. I want to tell them to shut up. Because sure, books may be expensive and a luxury good, but they’re worth the price of the read.

And there’s so many ways to read books for free. It takes a few extra minutes, but joining things like Netgalley and visiting the library really work. And now most libraries let you check ebooks out from your house.

So to complain that prices are way too high when you get a full novel for $3.99 is ridiculous. Sure, you don’t “own” the book, you’re only licensing it, but as long as you have that reader or Calibre, you don’t have to worry about the book being taken away. Nobody is going to come into your house and take your ebook away (the jackboots of the officers stomping, and the hobnails of the common soldiers echoing against the stone. Ereaders torn out of the hands of sobbing children to be tossed onto a giant electromagnet, every single one of them reduced to factory settings. The knowledge of an entire people destroyed as garbage for no good reason).

The whole reason you’re licensing the book rather than owning it is to keep you from reselling an already rock-bottom priced item. The author of the piece would like to receive some compensation for all of their work. $0.20 royalty through some sheister companies is no fair. The author should get at least 30% on everything, some percentages being higher.

But old contracts or unfair practices leave a lot of writers destitute. Authors making millions of dollars for some publisher that contracted the rights years ago, and receiving a pittance of a share back. So to pass those books out for free and not even add a “Leave a review for the book” readme file is so rude.

*The author is not getting paid.
*You’re giving their book away for free.
*You read and enjoy the book, sharing copies of it with hundreds, maybe even thousands of people.
*You never leave a review of the book, neither does anyone else.

Those are the steps to a failure to follow through. At the very least someone needs to introduce the request that people share a review on Goodreads or LibraryThing. Give the author something at least, even if it’s just an acknowledgment that the book was read.

I don’t know.

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Sometimes I get to thinking about stuff. Like, I am usually a completely oblivious person, but there are moments that abruptly change my world view.

People literally give me an “Are you a pod person and should I be worried?” look all the time. It’s part of my obscure charm.

There are several things I’ve really come to believe in:

HABO — Help a Brother Out. Seriously, dude, every once and a while you’ve gotta give some habo love to somebody. Otherwise you’re a bit of a turd sandwich. My biggest problem is that I’m oblivious; I don’t see other peoples’ stuff unless it’s mentioned to me. But once I see it, I gotta habo man. That’s my resolution in life.

If you help someone in need, when you are in need someone will help you in return.

Even if you don’t have a dollar, you should still give some free habo back to the world. Even if it’s just for the feel good glow that takes over your chest for a little while. It’s nice to hear someone say your name in a “Thanks for being awesome” way. Take that happy joy and smoke it, that’s good fruit loops.

Write an online review for someone’s hard work. Retweet someone’s stuff on Twitter. Volunteer at the library. Work at a food bank. There are a million free ways to help the world out there, and they’re all at various levels of commitment. If you’ve only got a few seconds, if you’ve got a whole afternoon or series of weekends, there are ways to plan out a full family activity roster.

I believe that kids learn charity at home. When you see your parents or members of your family working hard to do stuff for others, they grow up as people that give back to the world. Being kind needs to be learned, it’s not something that just happens for most people.

Aquaponic farming — This is a kind of urban farming I completely support. A community aquaponic garden is a smart move to me. Grow soy beans and you can make tofu and soy milk, as well as soy sauce, miso, and delicious soy frappuccinos. So many vegetarians and lactose allergic babies would be grateful to get an affordable source of food. Especially since WIC and a lot of other welfare services have been cut recently.

I’m a firm believer in the idea that people deserve to eat. I don’t care what kind of wastrel you are, unless you’re a cold-blooded murderer or some sex-offender, you should be allowed to come around and collect a bag of food from your community garden. It’s for everyone.

There should be community canning stations where people can can their own food. There should be fermentation tanks and mixers to make the strawberry tofu ice cream and the locally brewed soy sauce. There should be areas where the fish are scaled and filleted (no one wants to bring the stink of fish home with them. And fish, while delicious, can be a serious mess, which is why there are fish cleaning stations at good docks) and can be packaged to be frozen. Extra fish can be vacuum sealed and frozen to be sold in the Community Garden Store. Each community would become its own brand, generating money for the inhabitants and feeding the people that need it.

Maybe locals could receive a discount that out-of-towners don’t get. Bring some togetherness and solidarity back into the idea of a community. (These are the people you are going to need to depend on after the apocalypse. Don’t you already want them to think you are cool before the end of times? They need to be primed to help your ass out in case your bug out shelter idea falls through. They are your backup plan in case of emergency; you don’t want them to have the pre-conceived notion that you’re a giant pickle head and you deserve to die.) Earn a bit of love by giving a bit of love.

And the things I love are: spinach (blanched, mixed with sesame oil, garlic powder, green onions, boiled bean sprouts, julienned carrot, and salt. Served cold as a side for rice.), carrots, tomatoes, lettuce, cucumbers (Korean angel hair noodles, julienned cucumber, green onion, julienned daikon radish, red pepper paste, sugar, sesame oil, garlic powder, all mixed together and served cold with a splash of vinegar), zucchini, sweet potatoes (wrapped in tinfoil and buried in the coals of the fire. Dig them out when the fire burns down, and the skins peel off to reveal sweet delicious insides that you don’t have to add anything to. The sweet potatoes become sweeter as they cook, until they’re perfect creamy goodness in your mouth.), asparagus, brussels sprouts, strawberries, and beans (black beans, pinto beans for chili, kidney beans for chili and soups, navy beans for bean soup, green beans, soy beans).

I found this place => http://www.kitazawaseed.com/all_seeds.html <= that sells all the seeds to grow the ingredients for kimchi; all you need to add is salt. I’m so happy. I’m planning out my aquaponics set up and I’m going to grow me some kimchi. I promise to share pictures 🙂

Anyways, TL;DR, even if the book is stolen (*ESPECIALLY* if the book is stolen!), leave a review once you read it.

I feel terrible about how bad I am about reviewing. I will try to do better in the future. Habo *fist bump*

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I got a Vudu account because we have a Smart TV and the Vudu app came pre-installed. Still, it’s easy to log in and it’s easy to use on my computer.

Netflix on the TV isn’t as hard to use as Hulu, but it’s a little bit janked for us. Still, it’s a must-have around our house. I enjoy watching Netflix on the TV or my Kindle Fire. I’m always using my computer and I worry about it breaking down from being overloaded, but I log in through my computer to arrange my queue.

Flixster works on my Kindle Fire, which is awesome. All the movies I saved on Vudu are cross-shared to Flixster so I can watch them. (There’s no Vudu app.) So I can actually watch all those movies we’ve bought whenever I want, as long as there’s wifi.

Crackle is free movies and TV shows and they allow a free app, unlike Hulu.

For my most used free services: Hulu and Dramafever are most comfortably watched on the computer. Viki works well on the Kindle, though it freezes up for me occasionally.

I watch a lot of my saved stuff and DVDs with the VLC Media Player, which makes me wish that all those services worked with it. I like being able to easily resize and move the player and tell it to stay a particular size.

TL;Dr, watch free stuff on Hulu, Dramafever, Crackle, and Viki. Netflix is an easy pay-service, as is Amazon Prime. And for all those digital copy codes that come with DVDs and Blu-Ray, I prefer inputting them into Vudu — it works for all kinds, and they’ll self-propagate to the Flixster app for android devices and to UltraViolet.

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Check out my newest masterwork “Allies & Enemies” at: All Romance Ebooks, Amazon, Goodreads, Less Than Three Press, Smashwords. — superhero, urban fantasy, mm, drama. Darkstar x Blue Ice.

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Allies & EnemiesTitle: Allies & Enemies
Author: Harper Kingsley
Series: Heroes & Villains (Book Two)
Cover art: Aisha Akeju
Publisher: Less Than Three Press
Genre: mm, superhero, urban fantasy, sci-fi
Word count: 129,000

Summary: In the wake of the death of the Fabulous Kims, Vereint cannot forget Melissa, the little girl they left behind, a girl that now has no family. Certain he and Warrick can be the family she needs, he pushes to adopt her. That she proves to have superpowers only confirms he’s right. Melissa is their darling daughter by day, and by night she trains to become Blue Devil, sidekick to Blue Ice.

Then the unthinkable happens, destroying the happiness Vereint and Warrick worked so hard to build—a tragedy so great that the long-vanished Darkstar returns with murderous intent …

It’s here! Allies & Enemies is currently live at Less Than Three and at Smashwords.

Are you excited? I’m excited.

And if you feel like you need to catch up on the series, here’s the links for Heroes & Villains at Less Than Three and at Smashwords.

EXCERPT of Allies & Enemies:

The sun struggled to shine through the clouds, and it was one of those days destined to be miserable. Not just because of the weather, but because of the girl sobbing out her heartbreak on a sterile hospital bed, the sheets pulled up around her shoulders as she buried her face in the flat and lumpy pillow.

Vereint clenched his hands together on the handles of the two shopping bags he held. It took all of his willpower to keep from running into the room and scooping her into his arms. Instead, he stood in the hallway and watched through the window as she mourned the loss of her parents. Behind and to the left of him, he could hear Warrick talking to the nurse and the social worker, and Vereint was sure everything was just about worked out.

They were going to take that little girl home and give her a family and make sure she grew up knowing that she was loved. He didn’t think they could ever erase the loss of her parents, but they would try their best to make her realize she still had a whole life to live and they would be there for her.

Vereint heard the slight scuff of dress shoes on the linoleum floor, and then Warrick’s arm settled across his shoulders. He didn’t hesitate to hug Warrick’s wrist against his chest. He breathed in the scent that his brain uniquely identified as Warrick Reidenger Tobias and something screaming and tight in his chest released. “Do we get to take her now?”

“I talked them around,” Warrick said. “There will be social service visits and we’ll have a social worker assigned. They’ll still be looking for any family she has, but she gets to go home with us tonight. They say she’s all right, just shaken up, so it’ll be better for her if she doesn’t spend another night in the hospital.”

“Good.” Vereint had never been fond of hospitals. Just the smell and the sounds were enough to make him uncomfortable; he couldn’t imagine how miserable it must be for a grieving twelve-year-old who had watched her parents die. “The guest room will be fine for tonight, and tomorrow I can go and get things to make it more comfortable.”

He’d get her a few things to make her feel welcome, then later after her grief had a chance to settle he would take her to pick out things she wanted for herself. It would give them a chance to bond. He wondered what she looked like when she smiled.

“Here comes the social worker,” Warrick said.

There was the clack-clack of sensible pumps attached to a tall, thin woman with a pair of no-nonsense glasses perched on her nose. She looked like she might be kind, but also as though she didn’t suffer fools. The subdued floral print of her purple and black blouse showed she had a softer side that they would be able to appeal to.

“Mr. Georges-Tobias, Mr. Tobias, I’m Nancy Daniels and I’ve been assigned to Melissa’s case.” Her handshake was brusque and businesslike. She wasn’t ready to be friends, not until she was sure of them, but Vereint knew she was the kind of ally they were going to need. He’d done a bit of research about child services, and while money could take them far, they would need her help to smooth away the minor irritations of the legal system.

He smiled at her, trying to pour on the charm without going too far over the top. “Thank you. I’m just glad you’re letting us take her home with us.”

She sighed. “It will be nice for her to be out of here. From what the nurses have said, last night was not a good night for her.” She walked toward the door. “Come along and I’ll introduce you.”

Warrick reached the door first and held it open with easy grace. He brushed his hand against the small of Vereint’s back as Vereint passed by him. Vereint gave him a smile before his attention was caught by the girl on the bed.

Melissa was a cute Korean-American girl with long black hair and a triangular-shaped face. She was short, her body so tiny that her head looked large in comparison. With the opening of the door, she hastily sat up, raking her hands through the tangled mess of her hair and scrubbing at her eyes with the corner of the sheet. Her face was still blotchy and red, but her chin firmed as she pretended she hadn’t been crying.

“What do you want?” she asked, her lips twitching as she tried to maintain her control. She blinked rapidly to clear the gleam of tears from her eyes.

“Hello, Melissa,” Nancy said, her voice gentle and soothing. “I know you said you want to leave the hospital, and that’s why I’ve brought these two gentlemen with me. This is Vereint Georges-Tobias and his husband Warrick Tobias. They want you to stay with them until everything gets figured out.”

Melissa gave them a suspicious glare. “I don’t know them. I don’t want to go anywhere with them.”

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” Nancy said, “but Vereint and Warrick are offering you a safe place to stay.”

Vereint stepped forward, shifting the bags until they hung from his left wrist, and held up his hands, palms out so she could see that they were empty. He gave Melissa a tentative smile. “Hi. I can tell you want to get out of here. I don’t much like hospitals myself, and it must be pretty cold here at night, huh?”

Her black eyes were still suspicious, but she gave a nod of grudging agreement. “The blankets are thin and you can hear everything that goes on at night. I think the man in the next room died last night; there was a big ruckus and people were running in and out.” Her chin was a hard nob that she refused to let tremble.

Vereint pressed his lips together. He’d pushed for her to be put in a different unit of the hospital, but her brush with the freeze ray that had shot her parents meant she needed close observation. At least, that had been the line the doctor had given when Vereint had asked if she could be discharged two days ago. Vereint didn’t think a lonely and sterile hospital room was a healthy environment for a traumatized child. He didn’t want to see her spirit damaged.

The fact that she was defensive made him like her more. He’d felt as though something had stabbed him in the chest the first time he’d seen her after her parents’ death. He’d never believed in fate, but it was obvious to him that he and Warrick had to take her home and raise her as their daughter. There had been so much hurt in her eyes when they’d met his and so much spirit beyond that, it had been no effort at all to nudge Warrick into grudging action.

/EXCERPT

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“Julian Melchiorri on the first synthetic biological leaf” — http://www.dezeen.com/2014/07/25/movie-silk-leaf-first-man-made-synthetic-biological-leaf-space-travel/. This is completely and mind-blowingly amazing. I am surprised more people aren’t shouting this from the rooftop.

RCA graduate Julian Melchiorri says the synthetic biological leaf he developed, which absorbs water and carbon dioxide to produce oxygen just like a plant, could enable long-distance space travel.

We would finally be able to travel to Mars and further without having to pack so much oxygen. The weight limits would be bypassed, and more equipment could be carried. Along with the Tesla/(Elon Musk) Space X rocket, which can land and liftoff for multiple journeys, it would be an easy endeavor to have people travel back and forth from the “colonies.”

Melchiorri’s Silk Leaf project, which he developed as part of the Royal College of Art’s Innovation Design Engineering course in collaboration with Tufts University silk lab, consists of chloroplasts suspended in a matrix made out of silk protein.

These pieces of silk leaf fabric are able to photosynthesize oxygen. Just shine some light through the leaves, and there’s oxygen creation.

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The article is getting a lot of negative response, but it’s really quite a remarkable idea.

At some point in the future, we could have oxygen producing drapes on our windows, wall hangings that literally breathe, and the assurance that whatever happens, we’ve got clean air in our home.

I believe there are going to be many technological marvels discovered in the coming years. The world will be terrible ecologically, but I hope that will only be in some areas. Places like China and Texas will have terrible air and bad stuff, but most of the rest of the world will be better off. Still, it would be worth the cost to purchase an air conditioner that also cleans and creates oxygen, or clothing that literally breathes.

A filter of silk leaf could be part of a person’s breathing mask. If its able to be kept alive, it could last for decades.

An outfit made of breathable material. Flip up the hood and keep from suffocating while in a place packed with people. The perfect party suit. (Translucent bubble suit of silk leaf. Bicycle shorts-wearing grinding body, twisting and bending, cami top clinging, dancing within the safety of her private world. Holland watched her for a moment, tracing the curves and bends, admiring the nubile young beauty; his admiration was abstract but honest.)

Apartment complexes would offer the luxury of a silk leaf shell that produces clean oxygen for the occupants. That would be something people would want available.

I don’t know. I am really enthusiastic about some of the newest technologies coming out.