April 23, 2015

An Update on Slicethepie

For years now, I have been a continued member of the music site, Slicethepie, but recently the site updated and it's left behind a sour note.

The first thing I noticed, is the issue of if you type your username and password when you are asked, the site tells you incorrect, no matter if it is or not. This will eventually result in a lockout of your account, if you are not careful. However, if you simply type your password in at the top upper left corner where it asks for it, you're automatically granted access to the site. This can be a nuisance to members.

Next, there is the idea of you must give Slicethepie access to your exact whereabouts or you can't log into the site.  In addition, if you're a firefox user, forget about getting into your account, because access will be denied no matter what. Internet Explorer works fine, but again a nuisance for members who prefer firefox.

Finally, When you review songs, many times, no matter how much you vary your reviews, the site will insist your review is the same as the last review you did. Sorry, but there is a big difference between a rap song and a christian Rock song. Also, it doesn't matter how many times or how much you change the review, you still cannot submit it when this happens as it will still claim your review is similar to the last review you did.

The only real plus side to the site right now is that they are offering a big chunk of change for music reviews right now, which is nice. 

However, the big question is, will I remain a member of Slicethepie, since the new changes have occurred? Maybe. Only time will really tell. For now, I will remain a member, but if the issues continue, then they can say adios to this member.

Joy Smith also known as The Insane Writer, is the author of the Sci-Fi novel, The Generation. She can be found on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest, Google+ and LinkedIn.


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April 22, 2015

My Sherry - The Superman and Lois Lane Letters

Dear Chlois
 
     This was a very emotional weekend, and the best weekend ever! I spent the whole time with my Sherry :) We held each other, got to really talk and get our pasts out and free ourselves from the hurts done. There is nothing as exhilarating as freeing up the things that have crushed you for years on
Matthew Cramer posing in one of his Superman Shirts
end. Nothing as beautiful as looking across the way and seeing loving eyes gazing back at you, tears of joy, of sorrows past.. I can't explain the weight lifted. Even more than that, was the realization that your world is so much brighter with that person in your life! When they reciprocate it in return..nothing is more heartfelt, nothing is more healing :) 
 
     All the hurts, wrongs ever done leave irreparabl scars on our hearts and souls. Other than heavenly healing, the only thing in life that covers these wounds is the knowledge that there is someone who is willing to give you everything they are unconditionally and freely. Through it all, we have held each other and talked for hours on end. When she felt sick, I stayed in bed just holding her. Getting up whenever she needed anything :) I can't remember ever feeling so in love, so at peace just keeping her warm, comforting her, telling her how much she means. 
 
     The hardest part of the weekend is going home. But getting that one text that says they are missing you next to them melts your heart :) When they say they truly and deeply love you..tears flow freely as you can't believe how incredibly loved you feel. How much you truly need them in your life! 
     Yes, this is more mushy than usual, but I feel it is right and needs to be said out loud :) I can only say that this weekend has been the best ever! 
 
                                                  Yours truly, 
                                                  Superman

April 9, 2015

The Shoe Shine Man

The mystery of the shoe shine man under the main street bridge had the townsfolk in an uproar. Often when one would drive by, they would see the shoe shine man carefully shining a customer's shoes, chatting away and smiling as he did so. Was he explaining the process similar to the How to shine shoes - The Hanger Project they'd seen on the internet, or was it just casual conversation to pass the time
as he did his job? And who was this mystery man for the townsfolk had never seen him before. And what right did he have to shine their people's shoes and tell them how to get that perfect shine, they often wondered. What right indeed, for many could just as easily head to the local discount dollar store and shine their own shoes for a mere two dollars. Yet the shoe shining man charged a measly five cents, while he dressed in old-timer clothing smiling at his customers and chatting away as if it were okay to do so. How dare he present himself in such a manner when the townsfolk made an effort to keep their town beautiful!

Finally fed up with his shoe shining business, some of the townsfolk decided to pay the man a visit and give him a piece of their mind. Upon arrival, they noticed a customer happily paying the man as if it was the greatest thing in the world. The mob of townsfolk in an even angrier uproar over the little scene before them, stopped the customer to give him a piece of their mind as well.

 "How dare you stop to encourage that old man and his business." Said the mayor. "We are a community that takes pride in our town! Just look at him! His clothes are old and he's started a business under our bridge!" 

 "Yes, he needs to go!" The sheriff chimed in. "Let him take his business elsewhere! He is not wanted here!" The townspeople nodded in agreement ready to backup their leaders to keep their precious town beautiful!

A single tear drop fell from the customer's cheek as he responded to their unkind words, " Forgive me." He said, then turned to the old man who no longer smiled and said, "This is my father, Roger Elendgere. He has Alzheimer's. Every day he sets up his business here because this is where he shined shoes for many years. It's the only thing he remembers every morning. -His love for shoes. And every day I watch and wait for him to set things up, then I come to get my shoes shined." The townspeople ashamed of themselves began to nod at the son's story. "We talk and by the end of my shine, my father remembers the life he lived once again." The son continued.

Again, the townspeople nodded  at the son's story, too ashamed to speak. Finally, a young man stepped forward from the crowd and handed the old man a nickel. "I'd like my shoes shined please." He said with a smile. One by one the people began to form a line, awaiting their turn to give the shoe shine man a nickel and a warm welcome to their beloved town for they had learned their lesson that day, never to judge a soul new or old in their town again.