Colorado Kimmie

  PREFACE During the Victorian era, “penny magazines”—often called penny dreadfuls—revolutionized storytelling. These serialized thrillers were sold in weekly installments for just a penny, bringing suspenseful tales to the working class and transforming fiction from an elite luxury into an affordable pastime for the masses. Today, in the Information Age—somewhere between TikTok scrolls and rapidly shrinking attention spans—I’m resurrecting the spirit of the penny dreadful. But this time, it’s completely  free , delivered right here on my blog. So without further ado…  (drumroll please) Welcome to my first serialized short story of "In Thin Air": Installment Two Thirty Minutes to Kill Caroline was halfway through a spreadsheet when her phone buzzed. Another Bumble notification. She glanced down mostly out of boredom. The office was quiet in that fluorescent mid-afternoon way energy companies seemed to specialize in—rows of gray cubicles, the low hum of HVAC, someone...

  PREFACE During the Victorian era, “penny magazines”—often called penny dreadfuls—revolutionized storytelling. These serialized thrillers were sold in weekly installments for just a penny, bringing suspenseful tales to the working class and transforming fiction from an elite luxury into an affordable pastime for the masses. Today, in the Information Age—somewhere between TikTok scrolls and rapidly shrinking attention spans—I’m resurrecting the spirit of the penny dreadful. But this time, it’s completely free , delivered right here on my blog. So without further ado… (drumroll please) Welcome to my first serialized short story of "In Thin Air": Installment One The Basement The basement light hums before it fully turns on. Not flickering — just thinking about it. Caroline’s halfway down the stairs when she smells it. Not rot. Not mildew. Just something… unfinished. Concrete and dust and cold air that doesn’t circulate. Daniel’s right behind her, close enough that she...

First, an apology. It has been over a year since I last wrote a blog post. I would love to tell you this was due to something impressive like writing a novel, traveling the world, or being “very busy and important.” Unfortunately, none of that happened. Instead, I was: Thinking about writing Opening a blank document and immediately closing it Convinced I had nothing interesting to say Convinced I had too much to say Waiting for the “right time” Existing in a low-grade state of burnout Occasionally forgetting I even had a blog And, minor detail, I unexpectedly became a mom! Not to a human. To a French bulldog whose original owner was deported by ICE. So yes — life took a left turn.  Somewhere between adjusting to motherhood (tugboat powered snoring, judgmental flatulence, and emotional manipulation via large eyes and that one adorable floppy ear), general burnout, and the passage of time behaving aggressively, the blog quietly… well...stalled. Which brings...

  https://youtu.be/CsHiG-43Fzg?si=Kj8x3zrcPeFFSjIs ( Head Over Heels , Tears for Fears) 80s music was some of the best ever, no? Well, hello, and welcome back! In an interesting turn of events, the state of Arizona, originally announcing that it would take WEEKS to count the final tally of votes for POTUS has now come back with a clear winner (Trump).  I'm assuming Arizona immediately realized the landslide win in both electoral and popular vote; thus, they were no longer "the deciding" or "hold out" vote (and didn't have to fraudulently harvest ballots, which takes a few weeks to engineer.)  However, Arizona's senate seat race is still ongoing with a recount.  Why is it that when we were kids, we would find out the election results in every single state for the Presidential race before we went to bed, and now it's taking Maricopa County weeks to count its ballots?  Something is off, and we can't argue that. You know another thing Arizona doesn...

 I swear, if it weren't for double standards, liberals would have no standards at all.  I just watched Kamala's concession speech at a racially exclusive college.  She used the word "FIGHT" more times that I could count on my two hands.  When Trump used this word, it was considered "violent rhetoric" that "incited an insurrection."  But, when Kamala used it, it brought liberal tears.  There was more salt pouring out than at a Pringle's factory. A throwback to how I had to travel with no vaccination papers. So, a quick recap: In the matter of two short weeks, Kamala went from being the most unpopular VP in history to their cat's meow and bees' knees, their “shining new super star” - before any interviews, press conferences, debate, or position on any issues.  Perhaps this is why we refer to them as sheep - to show how easily the media can shepherd opinion. Did anyone pick up on the glaringly obvious pattern of this election?  Kamala had ...

 Happy Election Eve! I just got back from an overdue Autumn camping trip filled with hiking, reading, and meeting some really cool people at this overlook I found to catch a stunning sunset.  I'm just in time to grab some popcorn for the unleashing of hell when Trump is elected...again.  Not sure if Denver has already started boarding up small business, but DC has already begun this process preparing for those "peaceful protests."               An overdue dispersed primitive camping trip this past weekend...which is the best protein                                      for a campfire chili - rabbit, rattlesnake, or squirrel?   The coastal elite liberals of Colorado (as we all know Colorado is the new California without the ocean, illustrated well by Governor Polis and his cronies) screaming and crying that Trump is "an existential thr...