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It's the little things

Today started as a 5% battery day. You know the ones. Your entire body feels too heavy to move. It's a task and a half just to breathe in. Building a pillow fort to hide in is just too much effort.

A very much dunwanna day.

I dunwanna get up. I dunwanna get clean. I dunwanna get dressed. I dunwanna bark the kids into getting ready. I dunwanna get dinner started. I dunwanna do anything.

What I want is some major-league me time and extended cuddles with Beloved. BUT... obligations suck.

Chaos needs new shoes. I need to find an agent who can handle my assorted madness. I WANT AN INCOME, DAMNIT!

And we all need a dinner where the instructions aren't "Add boiling water and wait two minutes".

So I did the whole 'uphill through tepid tar' slog where I made myself do all the nonse that I just dunwanna do. And though I didn't feel much better afterwards, I did treat myself a li'l.

You're going to be appalled. I can tell. But one of my lifetime pleasures is split pea and ham soup with buttered bread stirred into it to make a goopy, sloppy, slurry. If I can get away with it, stirring egg noodles into it instead of buttered bread is my idea of a fun time. I call it "Zombie Brains" and it is my all-time best comfort food.

Yes. I know. I've given all the foodies and all the flavour aficionados who actually read this part of my blog some serious nightmares. I'd apologise for that, but this is not a thing I am about to give up. Ever.

I can't do drugs. I'm allergic to alcohol. Leave me the vice of horrible, horrible food concoctions.

And I should celebrate a few things, really. Like - running out of readily available garbage to fill the daily bag that I've been filling in order to whittle down the scrattle in my house. I've passed the halfway point of clearing all the dirty cloth items off of my laundry floor.

But all I can focus on is how much of the house is still a sty. If I can stir myself, I might sweep the entire floor tomorrow. Doing the kitchen was something of a success. I managed to wow my little darlings into seeing the benefits of all this cleaning up we've been doing. Not that they're enthusiastic about continuing the cleaning, but we all have to start somewhere.

I dunwanna look for an agent. I want the agent to miraculously find me. But that's not how it works. Sigh. It's gotta be done and I'm the only me I have.

...yoiks and away...

Challenge #01287-C192: So Like Immunity

The immune system is constantly walking the razor thin edge between doing sweet fuck all and killing you as collateral damage in an apocalyptic war. -- RecklessPrudence

They said that humans were much like their own immune system. Q'voth took that to mean that they were proof against anything that wanted to kill them. There was no way that a direct attack would work.

Therefore, Q'voth played the long game. Ingratiating her people with the humans. Infiltrating their everyday life. Whittling away

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Fun was had

We had a good handful of hours out. The entire family commenced their Pokejourney and, thanks to some lures set out by the businesspeople of Chermside, the little darlings and I leveled up a snootch.

The kids got more leveling done because my game crashed 90% of the time. My fickle fingers worked their anti-magic once more and I spent most of my time attempting to load pokemon go.

But I still made it to level 8, so suck it.

There's an

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Challenge #01285-C190: 'Imaginary' Friends

1) http://solitaria-fantasma.tumblr.com/post/146478879812/maroonknight14-oh-mother-of-darkness-concept-a Superman (or another super-hearing entity) and the child who has them as an imaginary friend

2) Parent thinks child has imaginary friend. It's not imaginary. -- Anon Guest

1)

"...mom puts shredded pizza cheese on top of the store lasagna? And that makes it super good? She likes it 'cause of how we can feed the whole fambly for seven dollars."

Shawna peeked in on Clemaine, who was sitting by her window and talking

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Pokejourney!

Beloved and I are both into Pokemon Go. I'm team Red. They're... not. I only joined the red team because I knew my heroes in Steam Powered Giraffe both played team Red.

7200 miles away and they help me make decisions like this 9_9

BUT - there is an astonishing dearth of Pokestops out in the wilds of Burpengary, so Beloved is still taking me to an area thick with Pokestops and maybe a gym or two so I can (a)

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Challenge #01284-C189: Bright Spark

"When in doubt?"

"Fire!" -- OohLookShiny

[AN: Welcome to the madness. Please put your best URL here so I can link to you in future :D]

Of all the people in the universe who the Doctor despised, it was the people who had one solution for everything. Some, though, could learn from experience and not instinctively react with five rounds rapid. That was one of the reasons he loved the Brigadeer. Even though five rounds rapid was his default stance.

And then

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Turn, you damnéd gears!

I know, Shakespeare never wrote any such line. But he should have.

I did a wall-of-text bitch session to my beloved and they have now vowed to assist in the whole "this part of the process needs you" deal. Y'know. When they finally stir themselves from a nice, comfy bed and a good ebook on their kindle.

Of course my efforts to find an agent via LinkedIn require me to pay them money just to attempt contact. As in, LinkedIn wants money

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Challenge #01283-C188: Steep Learning Curve

Names of recordings of training scenarios.

"Ode to places a cutting torch should never go"

"Three drones, one airlock and no sense"

And the cautionary tale about plasma torches, hypergolic fuel and explosive decompression simply entitled: "Don't" -- RecklessPrudence

Human training videos were baffling. They seemed designed to entertain, but also contained the full, gruesome consequences in order to horrify their audience into learning the lesson.

Newbies, it seemed, were suicidally incompetent. Sometimes, they were also homicidally so. And chief amongst their

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Deep sigh...

I'm having a hump day. Very much aware of all the things I really should get done but also depend on the actions of others.

I need to get Adapting out to my beta readers. Or that writing group who could allegedly help if they didn't hate science fiction. BUT - I need Beloved to get it reader-ready because nobody but your own, strange and humble martian actually uses Pages for the Mac. [And even then, not for much longer. I'm now

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Challenge #01282-C187: Boredom Unbecoming

Something for the SPOEns: "Words are perhaps the most vulgar of all of humanity’s inventions, in that there is no benefit in keeping them sacred and locked away. Their true magic only takes place when they are read and spoken by many." -- RecklessPrudence

Rael looked at the quote on the graffiti wall. Then he looked at the larger tangle of artistic font that sprawled across the greater effort. Once decoded, it read, Evolve or die!. And worse, Shayde had written

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Fan-frothing Commence...

Anyone who follows this blog knows that the best band in the world, Steam Powered Giraffe is bringing out another album, Quintessential, around Septemberish.

Part of the hype includes little sneak peeks that the members release just to hear us make interesting squeaking noises. I'm sure that's their motivation.

And I now have permanent tabs open to listen to said sneak peeks whenever I'm feeling particularly unmotivated. Look:

[Shown here: Screen shot of a window on my compy featuring three tabs. One

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Challenge #01281-C186: Monarch of the Stage

[Person #1], along with the dry wit and perfect sarcasm and near-unflappable calm, is a secret drama queen. Like, [Person #2]'s a Drama Queen, but [Person #1]'s at least the drama princess of a small kingdom in disguise. -- RecklessPrudence

Kel had been attempting to unriddle Lord Auditor Vorkosigan for some time. An effort not even slightly assisted by the fact that he was training new staff. Far from home. In the middle of an emergency.

And, unfortunately for all

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Up and down, up and down...

Once again, it's another trip to Maroochydore for Chaos' greater mental health. Good thing I got the paperwork done for that as soon as I could.

I have until August to chase down the paperwork for the paediatrician, and thereby gain Chaos some special schooling. All in-between de-mucking the house, teaching Chaos and Mayhem some good habits, and attempting to keep myself fit.

And writing a novel.

And building earrings and a small business in a niche market.

And getting samples ready

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Challenge #01280-C185: One Smoke-filled Afternoon in a Very Special School

Almost causing the apocalypse is an important part of growing up.

(Everyone should do it at least once) -- RecklessPrudence

Smoke was all that remained of the conflagration, and holes in the masonry were the only hint left that a giant robot had found a new means of egress.

"What have we learned, today?" said Mrs Calgary.

Three small children toed the ground as they swung back and forth in their place. "Don' touch th' red button," they chorused.

"Especially when...?" prompted

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Oof

My mornings are rather busy, thanks to back-to-school shenanigans. And since Beloved is busy a lot, too, the cuddle time I thought I'd be getting is still lacking. Boo.

Most of my morning spoons are spent arguing with my little darlings. Getting them to do the things they should be doing anyway. Mayhem provided the most opposition, this morning. Refusing to do a sink wash and thereby fill the drainer so I could empty it.

The final argument was that I could

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