Happy Birthday To Me

Tuesday, Merry Birthmas to Me

I'm fifty years old, today. I am doing small celebratory things and being as ridiculous as I want to be because it's my birthday.

I have a set of shelves from Beloved for my birthday. I know this sounds ridiculously mundane, but those shelves shall house my record player and soon-to-be new sound system and I will be able to play my vinyl again! Huzzah!

I've been waiting on this for the better part of a year. I'm firkin excited about it.

I may not actually have it ready to use today, but that's okay. We have a lot of other stuff going on.

But today, I get cake.

Monday, Day 0, BIFDY!

Plague news: One new case, an import. There's twenty-three active cases, fifteen of these are in hospital. Australia's at 79% first-vax, and 56% fully vaxxed. Queensland has 48% fully vaxxed.

I'm plotting to go out and see MeMum today. Tech support maybe and I have a card to open for sure. Gimmie a sec...

Horrible visual pun, check. Nice yellow-hued stuffing, check. Complete with the rest of my Irresponsible Money, saved since I forget when, I have a little over $100 to

My age is a Gilbert and Sullivan lyric

How long have I lived?

::aria pose:: (sings) Forty-seven years! Forty-seven years...

::returns to normal:: Yes, folks, I am part of the Pirates of Penzance for exactly one trip around the sun. Yay?

I gorged on sushi, last night, finishing up with cake and ice cream. This morning, I woke at 1AM with a panic attack. Fun.

I still can't easily get back to sleep, so I used the opportunity to get halfway along in Episode 14 of Inter-Mission. I should start

Birthmas Shenanigans

We have a new Session Zero this Friday because our DM couldn't actually handle two separate games at once. I grok. I'm considering the Storm King's Thunder campaign paused until further notice.

Mayhem and I are planning to be the Element of Chaos together for the new campaign. Check out our plotting:

Plan A: Stripebark the Treant Druid (him) and Cobalt the Kobold Rogue (me)

The former is actually the home of the latter because we're into those shenanigans.

If our new

Forty-Six!

I'm one year away from singing that aria from Pirates of Penzance. You know the one. Ruth sings about being forty-seven in a world where men all want 17YO brides [gross!].

In other news, I am posting up Well Rendered just as soon as I finish up this blog entry. Last tweaks and then it's off to the races. So to speak.

I get the gift of watching my 'sales' spike for a free short story. Hopefully, it's enough to inspire a

2 days to my birthday

Turning 45. Ageing disgracefully. I may yet be a senile delinquent, time will tell.

What I'd really love from my dear followers is FANART. I'm not allowed to read any fanfictions I might have sparked. Unless it's a fic inspired by one of my other fanfics, in which case, that's cool. So if you have an artistic side and a load of spare time, go for it, post that mofo, and firkin tag me so I can ogle that beauty at my

This is the third year I've given away a story on my birthday for free. I have quite the stable of free tales but this is more introspective than most.

When you look at society, really look at society, you discover a great deal of unfairness based entirely on things an individual can not help.

Skin tone - society judges you within thirteen seconds and that prejudice remains. The darker your skin, the more threatening you are to paler people.
Genitals -