"It's frikkin' freezing in here Mr. Bigglesworth."

Yes, the note disappeared. I thought about leaving it up so I could find more about Jason Statham's hideous car accident. Upon googling it I discovered that it was in fact not hideous, he sustained a wrist injury and his girlfriend (who seems to be more famous than he is) sustained minor back injuries, no gruesome details or regrettable deaths. So I will stop worrying about the fate of all my pointlessly handsome men and delete the note.

Ugh.

Mmmmm The Transporter. No, not Star-Trek-related. :) Mmmmm Jason Statham. Mmmmm half-naked really-buff men, fast cars, and big explosions. The girl was a bit whiny. But there was a half-naked Jason Statham to make up for it. All muscly and kicking ass. And doing really cool stunts, like rolling around in grease and then using a pair of bike pedals for traction and kicking many bad guys. Also wandering around on semi trucks while they're moving. And lots of badass martial arts. So deliciously brainless. Just what I needed.

At least the cramps have slacked off today. Woke up after no nightmares to find that I had no cramps as well. Yay is for a body that's actually working relatively well!

Hmm. News. Depressing. Blah blah Patriot Act biometric passports. Blah blah Florida ban on gay adoption (big surprise there from Bushland Lite). Blah blah prisoner confesses to dozens of killings minutes before he is executed. Didn't I see that on SVU a couple weeks ago? Blah blah inmate gets head and shoulders stuck in window for four hours while trying to escape.

That one's actually kind of funny.

Okay, off to wake up some more and try and get warm. It's frikkin' freezing in here Mr Bigglesworth.

"I can't understand what makes a man hate another man; help me understand?"

Okay, this is an odd request...

In my novel, Different, the main protagonists are a showy, cocky, shiny musician with a penchant for silver vinyl and a hidden streak of albinism (optical, mostly). A hard-as-nails, Gaiman-Death-resembling, ball-busting sex-on-a-stick bitch who's secretly a bleeding-heart good church-going girl who likes Shakespeare and Milton. And a pre-op transsexual bartender, webmistress, and generally Sweet Young Girl. The whole big book thing is about identity, preservation and survival of identity, blah blah blah. It's on my writing journal.

Now. The antagonists are a giant nebulous group of violent haters. Racist, homophobic, etc. Big burly white guys with blonde hair and flat Midwestern accents. The only problem is they're still a nebulous group of violent haters because I have no idea how to make a hate group that's more homophobic than racist. And I have no idea where to look for a pre-existing group. Most of the rabid 'family values' people I can think of are middle-aged to just-plain-aged white men with wives and children and aren't terribly inclined to starting riots in bars. And I need riots in bars types.

So. Does anyone have any idea where I might look? Incidents from your own lives, newspaper articles, communities, gangs, websites? I know this shit exists, I know it does. But I just can't find the specifics and for whatever reason I have no idea where to look!

Thank you!

"Oh look! A distraction!"

How evil are you?