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Challenge #01994-E170: Look Up

One of the last astronomers left on the planet after the Great Protectionism Act (the one that isolated the entire populous from anyone or anything beyond their home planet) goes on a quest to shut off all non-emergency service related power on the planet in order to show the people the beauty and worth of the the night sky. -- Anon Guest

With every great rise of knowledge and understanding, there is an equal and opposite fall into wilful ignorance. This is one of those latter, dark ages. The last planetarium was closing forever. She was to confess her crimes before her execution. Because the new administration did not appreciate science in any form. Obedience was key, and Aelria was highly disobedient.

Tonight, she was not sleeping. Tonight, she was hacking the municipal power board. So that the city's power would fail at the appointed time. The time she was about due to die. Aelria was careful. Instead of an entire power failure, the city would keep all emergency services. Hospitals and emergency services would keep running, but for two hours, the city would go dark.

Tomorrow... she would die. Quickly, and cleanly, and to the cheers of thousands who didn't know who she was or why she was a heretic against the current order. Some would hear her last words, but she would be forgotten inside of a week. A rare few would remember, though. But all would feel the impact of what she had done.

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Reconfiguring the Diet

You know that I've been worrying about my weight for a while, since it's been creeping upwards for some time.

And the answer is: Protein-phobia.

Science backs this up, but humans need a certain amount of protein, and it's more like forty to fifty percent of our diets rather than the ten to twenty the ~~militant vegans~~ dieticians have been recommending.

The more protein you have, the fuller you feel. The fuller you feel, the less you eat. Simple enough, and it

Challenge #01993-E169: The Protection Experiment

Considering the terrifying methods our immune system uses to keep us safe, can you please write a story about how aliens first dealt with human diseases (probably something that has a high mutation rate) that jumped the species barrier?

How did they deal with the pandemic (think of what smallpox did in North America) their own immune systems were unprepared for? How did they handle what they found when they researched the crazy human immune system?

Autoimmune disorders?? -- Anon Guest

If

Winter "Fashion"

I have rainbow toe socks on. Said socks feature contrasting, puffy paint stars printed on them. Added to these is my aforementioned Spiro Kigurumi. And to protect my toe socks, I am wearing crocs.

You can bet money that I'm not exiting the house like this.

I'm taking another day. Basically, I have little else planned but writing today's Instant and faffing about with games.

Play is just as important as work, and that's what today's about. Tomorrow, I'll be doing my

Challenge #01992-E168: Show Me the Way...

Pre-human contact, a single human accidentally finds themselves in space, and the single most powerful being there to boot. They don’t use their powers for good or evil though, they just really enjoy messing with the other sentients, good and bad alike. Please write a story about how this human deals with the various attempts to get rid of them. (Diplomatic or through force) -- Anon Guest

I had to come to term with a few things. One: Alien abduction is

TGIF?

Fridays are my good days. Despite the workload, I can spend all day long in my writer zone, get everything lined up, and still have time to play around with stuff before the brat run to go collect Mayhem in the evening.

I almost messed up yesterday by forgetting to do my chapters of Adapting. But I remembered and I did it and I actually got a full night's sleep.

Win-win, as far as I'm concerned.

Using a food tracker (properly calibrated)

Challenge #01991-E167: Unobtrusive Observation

Time you can visit. all you can take is pictures, all you can leave is footprints. -- Anon Guest

There are rules to time travel. Some are invented on the fly, others make more sense than that. First and foremost is no excessive interaction. One cannot, for example, go back in time to tell Freddie Mercury or David Bowie how influential they become. Especially towards the start of their careers. One cannot also travel back in time and leave an iPhone in

Progress?

Good news: A tablet of Melatonin helped me sleep for most of the night and I approach today with a much better energy level.

Bad news: I'm still gaining a little bit of weight.

BUT that should change soon, because I'm monitoring my intake and making certain that I get the proper balance of macros. With some help on the supply side from Beloved because I have $10 that isn't already spoken for.

Fingers crossed it works, and that something else naughty

Challenge #01990-E166: Mystery Analysis Department

Step back in Time. It smells different, the food is odd. But you are here to record History. Pick an Era.

the Past is a different country -- Anon Guest

The oddest thing about the early twentieth century had to be the colours. Followed closely by what people willingly put in their mouths. It was just... odd... to see any era before the nineteen fifties in any other tones but black and white.

The past is another country, indeed. The food is

Sideways!

Disorganised today, dat-organised tomorrow.

And today was super-duper disorganised.

Because:

I didn't wanna get out of bed
Beloved needed me to track my food again
Which involved faffing about with a new app
Which made us late getting Mayhem to school
Chaos decided that she was "too tired" to be ready on time

And everything else has been a royal kerfluffle ever since.

I am tracking my macros, now, so that's a thing. And we'll likely find out that I'm nowhere near

Challenge #01989-E165: Pax Paradoxical

There is one place where nearly all species cohabit. It's not some planet capital or forsaken space station. It's a spa resort. This artificial planet is ideally place to naturally accommodate all type of species, with a wide range of temperature, humidity and luminosity. And when nearly 30% of your customers are part of the most "dangerous" Deathworlders, and high figure of all species came regularly here, let's say that it's also the safest place in existence. -- Anon Guest

There's only

Ugh... Not Again

I've been having sleep issues. My internal alarm clock is once again set on 'Fuck You'. We have some melatonin, so maybe one of those will help me through the night and reset my defaults.

And despite my best efforts, I'm gaining weight. I'm up to the 76 mark, and I don't know why. It's not because I'm eating too much. It might be because I'm eating too little. Or it could be that the pouring cream I picked up cheap is

Challenge #01988-E164: Here Comes Trouble

A demon who really loves their job of messing with people accidentally does something really really good or nice and is horrified to find a single angel feather growing on their wings as a result. -- Anon Guest

Hathreon followed the Crowley School of low-grade evil. From little annoyances, big cruelties grow. The demon could count overpriced, slow coffee, constant urban renovations, and the kind of people who insist on going into the backs of crowded elevators when they're only riding one

Don't Panic!

I plain old forgot to write a thing for my Wordpress. Those who come here to find out what the fuck will be glad to know that I invested my time in...

[drumroll]

Thirty seconds of animation in a music video I'm making in Adobe Animate. Yay.

I will be writing something Op-Ed-y eventually. I already have a title: Re-spec Mah Prioritah. Which is basically "I didn't do anything productive" in another hat. This hat is called, "I did something productive, but

Challenge #01987-E163: One Mildly Ominous Evening in Ankh-Morpork

Archancellor Ridcully slowly walked around the blue box. It looked safe enough, despite the weird noise as it appeared. -- Anon Guest

And then someone who looked almost exactly like that fellow from the post office[1] popped out from the door. "Oh hallo," he said. "I seem to be very much lost. You see, I was on my way to Barcelona, and..." He trailed off. "Have I been here before?"

Archancellor Ridcully had a train of thought that couldn't be shifted

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Challenge #01994-E170: Look Up

Reconfiguring the Diet

Challenge #01993-E169: The Protection Experiment

Winter "Fashion"

Challenge #01992-E168: Show Me the Way...

TGIF?

Challenge #01991-E167: Unobtrusive Observation

Progress?

Challenge #01990-E166: Mystery Analysis Department

Sideways!

Challenge #01989-E165: Pax Paradoxical

Ugh... Not Again

Challenge #01988-E164: Here Comes Trouble

Don't Panic!

Challenge #01987-E163: One Mildly Ominous Evening in Ankh-Morpork