A 8-post collection

Another Early Morning

A nifty combo of full bladder, overheating, and Beloved's snoring had me awake at half past one this AM. Not the best start in the world, but at least I got five more stories recorded for Inter-Mission and I got some episodes edited for Oh My Mods that just sneaked in under the wire. Yay.

I probably won't have time for more, as it is fast approaching the hour in which my little darlings shall be awake and needing their internet fix.

Now all I need to do is figure out what's gone wrong with the FTP settings so I can get on with editing episode six so I can have it ready and in line in time for the release of episode two.

So much to do, so much to see done...

The corner posts and side posts for the Kitty Kondo should be finished today and tomorrow. Which means that we shall be working on the floor sometime RSN. Which means taking out the old garden bed and digging holes.

The concrete is going to need a week of sunshine to cure, or at the minimum, not-rain.

So yes, I am watching my weather apps.

Today, my worldbuilding goal is to come up with some environment for my heroine, which means growing some friends and associates and even some social enemies. A village or town where she will be called to action or get another lead or something to start the story off.

Just because I manage a majority of my life alone doesn't mean that I can do that to a character in a story. Characters need other characters to react off in order to lead a fulfilling tale...

Meanwhile, my lappy is still in the shop because liquid damage via the mousepad and I'm wondering how in the blazes that managed to happen. Since I can't remember anything specific, I'll just have to keep any and all liquids the fuck away from my lappy in future. Of course they're shipping the parts in from Tanegashima because that's how things roll in the modern era. Of course it's costing me extra.


Since I'm officially doing all my shit on web browsers and cloud drives from now on, my next lappy might as well be a CheapShitu Windoze lappy because editing on the cloud means never having to worry about the BSOD. Unless one is offline, of course.

I'm not giving up on this lappy yet. I'm still going to treat it right. May it last and outlast literally everything.

Story soon. I have to see whether Beloved is awake enough to deal with some file transfer issues. I have five stories recorded, but the process of making an episode also involves transferring those recordings from the compy with the mic' to the compy with the sound editing software.

My life is such fun.

Up and Down, Up and Down...

This week promises to suck. Not because anything else has mucked up my life, don't fret. Nope. This week sucks because...

The firkin school calendar is messy!

Some repressed lump of cartilage in the education department decided that the school year had to consist of four terms made up of ten weeks, interspersed with two-week-maximum holidays [december-january doesn't count] that are artfully arranged to match up with Xtian holiday periods despite separation of church and state...

Ev'rybody do th' hypocrisy ra-a-a-ag... Ahem.

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Challenge #01929-E105: Wrong Hostages!

You’d be surprised at how much stuff you can screw up with 24 hours, the proper motivation, and a screwdriver. -- TheDragonsFlame

Rael glared at the human in his company. "Do you mean literally, as in fasten, or figuratively, as in ruin?"

A devilish grin. "Ruin," said Shayde, already digging into her extradimensional pockets. Not even dragging their contents out into what passed for the light. Finding what she wanted by feel. One tool emerged. A relatively small swiss army knife.

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Challenge #01719-D258: Near Lethal Combination

Finally, almost thirty-five minutes into their wait and seventeen minutes into [Responsible Authority Figure]'s scolding ([RAF's best friend, Shit-Stirrer] kept track; the record was thirty-four minutes, twenty-seven seconds, which [Shit-Stirrer] was ashamed to admit was on account of [much-less-responsible person RAF is mentoring in the ways of fighting both physical and magical, often compared to an excitable puppy] and masochistically determined to beat)... -- RecklessPrudence

If enthusiasm was light, Paxifraxx would be a pulsar. Deadly when aimed in the right direction,

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Challenge #01606-D145: Miss Handling

"You place too much trust in me, I think."

"Until you can place more trust in yourself you may rely on mine in you." -- RecklessPrudence

Rael got the shock of his life just being invited to someone else's home. Five seconds inside the door, he got one big enough to turn his entire body silver.

Officer Lyr Marken, Subchief of Security for the JOAT sector of the Elemeno, had just handed him her infant daughter. With nothing more than a negligent,

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Challenge #01415-C320: No Plan Survives

Check your plans before you press "go". in tribute to many recent project that started up with great fanfare, followed by the mad scramble to fix the mess caused by not fully planning. -- Knitnan

They say that no plan survives first contact with the enemy. In truth, hardly any plan survives the planning stage. Especially when there's the kind of person hanging around who lives to deflate any growing plan.

And then there's the sad case of anti-serendipity.

"I knew I

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An ounce of prevention...

Weighs heavily on my wrists, unfortunately. The good old Bunnings Brolly is many things. Hardy, durable, reliable, engineered to last in high wind conditions, it opens with one button, it isn't a struggle to shut...

But it isn't exactly the lightest of things to tote around.

If you ever want a bargain brolly that's going to last you, get the big golf umbrellas at Bunnings. They only cost $10 and they look they'll last a lifetime. The place makes their money back

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Inevitable Entropy

Entropy is defined as the state in which things take the least energy to remain so.

Water follows the path of least resistance. So do electrons.

And, apparently, so does house-mess. It’s very simple to observe. Especially in a house containing at least one hoarder.

Five people live in our house. Only one cleans more than their own mess. When that one gets sick or incapacitated… Everything is left behind.

The “not mine” mess piles up. It

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