Can’t Say This On Facebook #FridayRecommends

Friday Recommends

What can’t I say on Facebook? Just about anything. That’s why I’m not on Facebook anymore. Got tired of getting bitch-slapped by folks who fancied themselves woker-than-thou. I mean, the ones who really WERE more woke didn’t bitch-slap, right? They taught. But there were some….

ANYWAY, what, specific to this post, would I not dare say on Facebook? This:

I’m doing taxes, and I’m busier than a one-armed paper-hanger.

No offense.

Remember wallpaper? Talk about bitches, wallpaper was a bitch to hang! You needed at least four arms to do it.

No offense.

So I haven’t been able to cruise the web for recommendations; therefore I hereby recommend a little gem that came to me: Mitchell Allen’s “Monkeyshines.” It reminded me of Monkey in Journey to the West (as what doesn’t?).

A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Lecture me on armism.


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I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “Can’t Say This On Facebook #FridayRecommends

  1. Mitchell Allen

    March 22, 2019 at 7:31am

    Thanks for the shout-out, Marian! I only use Facebook to participate in a couple of professional groups and to promote my Quora Answers. If my wacky family put something in my notifications, I’ll ooh and aah for a few minutes.

    Social Snarkery is just so draining. Verbal slaps are feeble rationalizations from weak minds, assaults from the asylum of the misinformed.

    And who needs that?



    • Author

      Marian Allen

      March 22, 2019 at 9:55am

      Cutting that stress from my life is one of the best decisions I ever made. I might go back some time, but I’ll limit what I read and what I respond to severely. FB is too “hot”, as Marshall McLuhan would have said.

  2. Mitchell Allen

    March 22, 2019 at 10:37am

    I apply that limitation to the web at large. Years of office work, from which I escaped in 2004, has hardened my resolve to avoid controversial conversations.

    I splurged on Arthur Whaley’s translation of Journey to the West. Thanks for that recommendation, too!



  3. Dan antion

    March 22, 2019 at 2:40pm

    Team up with the one-legged man in the butt-kicking contest and maybe the two of you can get your taxes done on time – but off Facebook.

  4. Deborah

    March 22, 2019 at 6:08pm

    LOL! I’m so glad I quit Facebook. It was getting evil when I quit not keeping stuff private like they said they would and now I hear the PC police are everywhere.

    He-Man and I tag team the tax thing. I save/store and prep for the appointment, and He-Man goes to the appointment which was today. It wasn’t as bad as last year so today we’re grateful we get to keep a bit more of our hard earned money.

    I hope it goes as well for you too!

    • Author

      Marian Allen

      March 22, 2019 at 6:21pm

      You made a wise decision with FB. I don’t mind paying taxes, but this year I had to prep for my business earnings (writing, publishing house partner, renting my mom’s house), my publishing house’s taxes, my late Mom’s final tax year, and Mom’s estate filing. WHEW

  5. joey

    March 23, 2019 at 9:42pm

    That’s not funny when you’re a one-armed paper hanger with a poor disposition, but I should think any good-humored one-armed paper hanger would at least HEH, no matter how tired.
    You make me LOL

    • Author

      Marian Allen

      March 24, 2019 at 3:28pm

      I’ll believe in unicorns before I’ll believe in a one-armed paper hanger with a good disposition. I know Charlie’s Aunt Ora Mae said our marriage was destined to last when we hung paper together and didn’t get into one argument. Patterned paper, at that!

      • joey

        March 31, 2019 at 12:00pm

        Wow! That IS impressive. The Mister despises wallpaper because his mother adores it. I like it fine and would like to do our powder room. (Where btw, he finally put on a new toilet seat, and I never knew a new toilet seat would make me so happy! Now, you remember that for when we’re 102 and 82 and I tell you my grandson has finally installed a toilet made in THIS millennium. I’ll need you to share my joy then as well.)

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