Bad Reaction from ‘Breaking Bad’ Boy.

Bad Reaction from Breaking Bad Boy.

Toys “R” Us was selling Breaking Bad action figures, including detachable bags of cash, and get this, bags of meth . . . in the kids section. I don’t think there is a grown up section in Toys “R” Us, but a Florida Mom decided to start a petition to have the figures removed.

The petition reads as follows:

“Toys R Us is well known around the world for their vast selection of toys for children of all ages,” she wrote. “However their decision to sell a Breaking Bad doll, complete with a detachable sack of cash and a bag of meth, alongside children’s toys is a dangerous deviation from their family friendly values.”

The Mom said;

“I thought the show was great,” she said. “It was riveting.”

Her purpose with the petition was to;

“Just to get those taken off the shelf and put them in an appropriate store.”

The petition worked.

Well the stars took to Twitter in response. Bryan Cranston, the star of the show actually responded in a somewhat humorous way;

Florida mom petitions against Toys ‘R Us over Breaking Bad action figures.’ I’m so mad, I’m burning my Florida Mom action figure in protest.

Kind of funny to me. I get the tongue in cheek thing he did there. He obviously, at least to my mind, could almost care less.

Then there was Aaron Paul’s reaction. I’m not going to quote his rants. The other star of the show whose toy got pulled from shelves was not as humorous or mature as Cranston, even referring to the Florida Mom as the ‘B’ word, if perhaps in a sideways manner.

He goes off on Toys “R” Us about violent video games and Barbie then ultimately ends with the ‘B’ word.

Paul, here’s what you don’t get or maybe more accurately don’t care about, games are mostly locked up or at least rated. These action figures were on shelves next to other harmless toys. Sure, it’s a toy, but you know what? Your characters glamorized drug dealing. Sure it didn’t really try to deliver that message but the stars of the show dealt in drugs. So guess what kids think?

Yeah I know it’s not that huge a thing maybe. You got a problem with it, why not petition Toys “R” Us to have a grown up collectors section to sell action figures such as yours where it is monitored to not allow kids in instead of going off on a mom who cares about morals. Yeah, I said morals. Glamorizing drug dealing is amoral. Period.

Toys “R” Us released this statement;

“The products you reference are carried in very limited quantities and the product packaging clearly notes that the items are intended for ages 15 and up. Items from this TV series are located in the adult action figure area of our stores.”

I guess it’s okay for the 15 year old to play with meth toys. And yes the packaging does say 15 and up. That does not mean it is guaranteed in the adult section. Not really getting that myself about meth okay for a 15 year old. Yeah, I know it’s toy meth. If you go to Amazon you will see the manufactured recommended age says 10 years and up. It doesn’t say anywhere the intended ages that are on the packaging nor is there an image of the packing. Wonder why no action there yet.

Anyone reading this might next go off on selling Iron Man or Tony Stark dolls because he drinks or Captain America because serums/drugs and scientific experiments turned him into the physical aspects of Captain America. Really what those characters show is what is inside that counted and work past there problems and move on. Tony Stark? Sorry, he’s not my favorite and never has been.

Captain America? Steve Rogers is what makes Captain America what he is. The guy who jumped on a grenade as a 98 lb weakling not knowing it was a dummy grenade because he wanted to save his platoon members.

Yeah, I know there is more to Breaking Bad than meth and all of that, but the action figures are not depicting that.

So Aaron Paul what if there were Celebrity Men Who Beat Their Wives action figures on the shelf next to Barbie, would you want a little girl seeing that?

The sad part of this is, some of you might not even know who Aaron Paul is and this is the only thing you know about him. But he’s tarnished himself a bit here. Want to know why?

If you, a celebrity, start calling out a Florida Mom on Twitter to, well I imagine millions of followers, guess what that is. Guess what it is when you start calling her the ‘B’ word to all those people, and then it gets in online entertainment sites followed by millions.  It’s called Bullying.

Aaron Paul and his wife were part of an anti-bullying drive that raised almost $2,ooo,ooo for the non-profit Kind Campaign.

But you know, it won’t matter. This will be swept away while people who do minor things in life are outcasts forever. Good job Aaron Paul. Maybe someone will use you as a poster boy for an anti-bullying campaign against celebrities using their high horse to bully us common people.


Rant over.

Much Love and Respect to all People


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The L.A.W Knocks ‘em Dead in Lubbock.

The continuing saga of Ronovan’s search to save his friend Hugh from disappearing at the hands of the Grammar Black Market. Ronovan has joined up with The L. A. W., The League of Awesome Women to find out is happening. We find our hapless Chunk in the middle of the dark streets of Lubbock, TX the Fab Fem Five. If he only knew what had been going on in England with Hugh and Miss Maple and the Royals.

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Lubbock, TX, population-just under 300,000 and home to three universities, it isn’t surprising we would find a major minor bad guy here, especially one that considers himself an academic.

“Ronovan is with us and we are about to go in,” said Jenna. I wondered who she was talking to on that wrist communicator thing all the L.A.W. members were wearing. I had an idea since her accent had gone all British that it wasn’t Dick Tracy. Knock knock jokes were not my forte. Let’s just say they ain’t in my rep-o-twar-ay. (To find out who Jenna was talking to click here.) I wiped my forehead . . . again. Nights were still hot in Texas, or was it the humidity?

Heat was still rising off the concrete sidewalk even though the sun had set over hours ago. I could smell the old exhaust fumes on the empty street. They burned my nose with each breath.

“Too bad we couldn’t bring the ship all the way,” said Kate. “But we’ll get to work the kinks out of our muscles after that long trip.” I had noticed Kate had a lot of energy or perk or something. I thought perhaps too many chocolate covered espresso beans in the L.A.W. Mobile or a few ‘bad’ mushrooms had found their way into her kitchen, but it turned out she was a fitness freak.

Yes, I said it. When it’s dark and you were walking down a dark, creepy street in Lubbock, TX, yeah, I’m going to call her a fitness freak. Just not to her face . . . or within hearing distance . . . of the planet.

“Slow down, Kate,” said Amira. “We can’t rush into this.” She glanced to her sister. “What do we have on Lubbock?”

Elena tapped the side of her glasses as we walked slowly along the dark street, leaving the safety of the camouflaged L.A.W Mobile farther and farther behind. Elena’s eyes moved back and forth rapidly. “Not much to worry about. There have been some weird reports of ‘zombie parties’ lately. Wish we could check one out. That would be so cool.”

“Not as cool as ours was,” said Amira. “I love that show. Zombies and TV and hit show, who would have thought.”

“Tru dat, home spice . . . nice . . . rice . . . you got that right, sis.” You had to love Elena as she was just so smart and adorable. All I could do was shake my head at the young lady I had come to think of as uber intelligent. Just like with me, stick with what you know, right? Ferizzle my frizzles. Word.

“So I am like so worried about my beta reader not liking my next chapter,” said Jenna, apparently finished with her knock knock jokes. Cheerfulness had a way of lightening even the darkest streets. But it was still creepy and exhaust fumey.

“Someone is reading your fish?” I asked.

“No, you silly. A beta reader is author geek for test reader. But authors couldn’t pass an English test if we tried so we like to call them beta readers or we freeze up at the thought of a test. Talk about humongoso writer’s block.” She flashed a smile.

“Stop that!” Cat growled. I jumped. Foot slipped. Body fell. Noise echoed. I was going to seriously need some new undies after this was over with. “That smile of yours keeps lighting up everything and gives us away.”

I stood up as quickly as possible from the hot concrete, keeping my distance from growly face.

“Oopsies, my bad,” said Jenna as she covered her smile with her hand. Dimples showed on either side. “But as I was saying, my beta reader won’t like that I wrote about an M&M invasion of Cookie Land. It’s not exactly in keeping with the book plot.”

I couldn’t help but laugh a little. I could just imagine the look on someone’s face reading that. I looked up and noticed we had fallen behind slightly. Kate had picked up the pace again and the others had followed along without noticing.

“Well you could always write about some whacked out security detail for the president run by cartoon characters. I bet that would really throw the reader off. But we better catch up to the others,” I said.

We both started walking a little faster when we were suddenly faced with a hit video from the 1980s. And I was not thrilled . . . at all.

“Excuse me,” I said as we tried to go around the party machine.

The bodies moved with us, not allowing us to pass. “Uh, Ronovan, dude, look,” said Jenna. I looked where she was pointing.

“Seriously?” I asked.

“Amira! You’re missing the partyyyyy,” Jenna called out.

All we could see around us were people dressed up like zombies. “You know, you’re a bit old to be doing the zomtusi,” I said to the man who was either 20 years older then I or 20 younger. I had a bad feeling. The makeup was great but I wasn’t sure Hollywood was called in for just a party to make people look this bad this good. “But I am seriously hoping to hear some Vincent Price voice coming through a boom box somewhere and a beat kickin’ it.”

One of them reached out and grabbed Jenna’s arm. She did what any woman would do. Now I don’t know about that whole zombies feeling no pain. But this one felt pain as he dropped to his knees clutching his zombies.

“Well they aren’t the dead kind,” said Jenna. Random one-liners came to mind but before I could do anything she kicked it up a notch.

The next thing I knew all I could see was blonde hair flying all around and the bright light from her smile blinding our attackers. I felt hands grab my neck from behind. I screamed like a . . . high pitched voiced man? Yeah.

That’s when the rest of the L.A.W. arrived. I’m not going to attempt to describe the action that took place next as they all did some serious To Wong Foo Julie Newmar moves on some Crouching Zombies Hidden Aladdins, yeah apparently one of the guys didn’t know the theme of the party and came as Aladdin, and quickly had things under control.

Elena knelt beside one of the unconscious undead or whatever. “These guys are legit. This isn’t makeup,” she said. “Those zombie parties might have been more than reported.” She looked around. “Anyone have any wine?”

“Then what’s with the Arabian Nights guy over there?” I asked.

Amira looked at the guy in a little vest and balloony pants as she handed Elena a flask. Then looked back at me. “Hey, we hit first.”

“I know and ask questions later,” I said.

“No, we just hit first. We usually aren’t around for later,” she said. “Why do people bother with waiting around for asking questions? It just causes law suits and hurt feelings.”

“You think this zombie crap is that powder concoction they use in the islands?” Cat asked.

Amira looked around at the bodies. “If so it would take a lot of it. Not sure where they would get a big batch of puffer fish powder around here.”

Elena passed the flask back to her sister. She had a yuck face on. “Did you guys press that with your feet after a soccer game?” She asked.

Amira turned the shiny metal container upside down. “Apparently you like Chateau le Foot 2012.”

“Texas Tech University Health Services Center is here. They would have just about any chemical or powder you would need, I would think,” said Kate. Thank goodness hew as looking at her wrist communicator. I saw the screen and she was playing Minecraft. “Mandi, don’t do that or I will seriously kick your cheery butt when I get home,” she mumbled.

I nodded slowly and turned. “So someone with a bit of medical background and knows some biology stuff, huh?” I stopped and looked at Amira and Cat. “How do you know about puffer fish and zombies?” I was getting a little creeped out. Okay, I was way past that.

“Do you need to know?” Cat asked as she took a step toward me. A whistling sound echoed through the dark streets. Everyone lifted an ear as if trying to detect where it came from, everyone but me.

“Um, it sounds like you’re right, Ronovan,” said Elena. We were still on the same track.

“Uh, guys,” said Jenna. “Yeah, I think they really want to party with us.”

We all turned and looked up the street the way we had been walking. There were dozens of zombies headed our way. I turned. “They have friends,” I said. There were more behind us. I couldn’t believe it.

“Ladies,” said Amira. “Let’s get ready. Cat, get the attitude on. Kate pump up the perky. And Jenna . . .”


Amira’s eyes narrowed. “Lock and load the dimples,” she said. “We got some zombie butt to smack down.”

“Yay, I love butt smacking,” said Jenna.

I just wanted Chinese food, some tacos and a football game. What was I doing in the middle of a zombie butt smack down?

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Never Gonna Be Like That

Took a walk through the park

What I saw nearly broke my heart

You were there with another lover

You smiled at me, no undercover


What game have you been playin’

What have you been whisperin’ sayin’

Do you want to see me dyin’

Do you expect to see me cryin’


Never gonna be like that

No not like that

Even for you oh no not like that

Never like that oh no oh no

I keep moving on and say

Never gonna be like that

No not like that

Even for you oh no not like that

Never like that oh no oh no


You wanted to find it elsewhere

It’s funny but I don’t seem to care

There’ll be no fightin’ from me

You picked your bed, I’ll let it be


If you choose some other to hold tight

Then what makes you think you’re worth a fight

Sorry to burst your bubble

But if you’re wantin’ from me some trouble


Never gonna be like that

No not like that

Even for you oh no not like that

Never like that oh no oh no

I keep moving on and say

Never gonna be like that

No not like that

Even for you oh no not like that

Never like that oh no oh no


Never gonna be

Never gonna be

Never gonna be

Like that








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Touch of Humor-Bad Candy

Shake It Off-Motown oh yeah. You gotta see this.

When Ronovan Met Miss Maple (on Skype) – part 4


Read Hugh’s latest episode in the Grammar Black Market escapade.
Part 3 of The L.A.W out tomorrow.

The L.A.W Knocks ‘em Dead in Lubbock.

Originally posted on Hugh's Views & News:

“Emergency, emergency, Ms De Sousa to Buckingham Palace immediately.”



Those were the words which stopped the party at the Secret British Blogging Society (SBBS).  The party which had started while I had been subjected to The Minogue Case.  The party which had started with a few bottles of sherry and fourteen boxes of Oreos.

“Buckingham Palace!” I shouted out.  Everyone in the open plan office, outside Ms De Sousa’s office, turned their heads towards me.  There I was being stared at by what must have been thirty-eight and a half British bloggers, all dressed in the official uniform of the SBBS, onesies!

“Yes, Buckingham Palace!” they all shouted back at me.  There was complete silence before Miss Maple did a rather loud burp.

“Oh excuse me my dears, it’s the Oreos that do that to me, not the sherry, I can assure you all.  Oh, I say, is…

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NaNoWriMo Time


Yes I said it out loud and it sounds awesome. I signed up once but was to shy to actually do it. I hate myself for it to this day but it was write after my accident and I wasn’t really up for it I suppose.
JoRobinson, Author and Goddess of writing and self-publishing gives awesome advice. Go check her new article out on LitWorldInterviews.

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I took part in the NaNoWriMo event in 2012, and completing that crazy, epic sprint to the end taught me more than I expected about the job of writing. First and foremost is the daily word quota. The more you fall behind, the less chance you have of catching up, and writing just under 1 700 words a day seems daunting. The thing is, that most of us write more words than that every day without thinking about it. We blog, we interview, we write bits of our works in process. It’s absolutely doable though.

The beauty of the NaNo is that you get to leave chunks out. You just pop over anything you’re not sure of and write on, because editing during NaNo is death. The urge to go back and at least read over what I’d written so far nearly took me out, but I knew that if…

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Covert World-Red Storm Q&A with @ThomasATate


Thom Tate, author of now 5 novellas in the Covert World series is the guest today on Lit World Interviews. Action, Thrills, Dark Ops, Fast Paced. That’s his books not the interview, although the interview is pretty fast paced now that I think of it.

Originally posted on Lit World Interviews:

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Thom Tate

“Great pace, great characters, great plot – a great story.
If you like a good dose of James Bond, Jason Bourne or Will Robie – then you’ll love this new Blake Mackay story. You’ll be engaging with the characters, the antagonist ‘Petrovich’ being a personal favourite, while the thought out plot pulls you along without problems to the very end.”-Amazon Review of Red Storm
“A great read !. Blake is Hero in every aspect of the word with a fantastic taste in high-tech toys, too!”-Amazon Review

Fast paced action and thrills. I’m talking about the books of my guest today, not necessarily the interview, but hopefully you’ll find that entertaining as well. 5 novellas, one lead character. Seriously, what more could you ask for? Let’s get this things started and have me be quiet.  Meet . . .

Thom Tate

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One Late Bloomer’s Journey to Publishing


PS Bartlett is an award winning author who works as part of the team for my Lit World Interviews site. Here she tells how she came to be that award winner and beyond. Great advice. Great story. I took notes as I secretly read it before it published. (It’s good to be the admin on the site :D )

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Two and half years ago, I was walking on a treadmill at the gym and a memory came to me of how I’d always wanted to write a book.

I’ve been very busy for the past thirty or so years, so I suppose calling myself a late bloomer is appropriate. On this particular night, however, I felt something come over me as if I was possessed. I’m not sure what triggered it or whether the thought came from somewhere internally or I saw or heard something that brought it to the surface. All I knew was I had a story to tell. I didn’t know it then but apparently, I had many stories to tell. Here I am three published stories later with no end in sight—thank goodness.

Here’s how it all started.

In February of 2012, my life was a lot different than it is right now. My son…

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