Dear Diary

Reprieve?

I got a phone call yesterday afternoon and my car is free from limbo. It was an oxygen sensor and they say they've fixed it. A test-drive will make sure. I figure if nothing's fucked up by the time I've gone full circle by way of Costco, then nothing's fucked up.

Whee.

So today's schedule includes unfucking the house, rescuing-testing my car, and potentially seeing how white applies to Practice Dude A.

I would also like to get my hands on some gold and silver paint for potential drybrushing for armour effects and a nice metal look for other noise.

Look at me with all this technical talk. It's like I know what I'm doing. 'Tis to laugh, hahaha.

IF I get my car back, my afternoon will be filled with assorted rattling about. The deep fryer needs its oil changed because cooking anything in there now results in clouds of toxicity. I will also be chasing down citadel-compatible metallics and a halfway decent lacquer for the finishing layer.

Good thing I have a local source for some of that info. I know for a fact that the cheap lacquer I got from a dollar shop is sticky as hell and no good for a mini. I shall learn.

This has kind of been fun. I can see why some peeps like to do this all the time.

I have half an hour before I must make sure Chaos gets on the bus. Indulgence time!

Wore My Grubs

I have been rattlecanning in the pale light of the dawn, with ominous, dark, thick clouds threatening rain.

Nice thing about putting a thin coat of primer on things is that one coat is dry before you've finished futzing about with the camera to take photos. So I got all my layers done and documented the progress for my peeps on Patreon next week. Woot.

I shall be further futzing about with base colours later on today. Energy pending. My practice dude

Faaaaaarrrrkkk...

So here's the situation:

Car's in the repair shop. Again
They have managed to duplicate the big problem [suspected misfiring]
BUT they still don't know what is causing it

Trust me to get a new engine and have it turn out to be a lemon.

So my car is in limbo once more as the techie people unriddle what the actual fuck... My Beloved has had a birthday and some SINFUL amounts of carbs to go with. There is a pavlova in

@#$%!

Insert pictograms and grawlixes here.

My car has a little problem. According to KIABIL, it's misfiring, and the engine light is on constantly. This JUST after it's been allegedly fixed. I swear to firk, I have the worst luck with technology. Especially technology I only peripherally understand.

Anyway, part of my shenanigans today involves getting my jumpy car out to the repair peeps, getting a lift back home, and returning to stealing my Beloved's car. Sigh.

At least I have ice cream.

Now What?

So. Mayhem is officially off school and deciding his own life. Fun. I now only need concern myself about Chaos' schedule and schooling... as well as my own nonsense. Nonsense that now includes learning how to do and paint minis. Whee.

I should be back on ~~my bullshit~~ regular novel-writing schedule this week, and the goal is either 57K (most likely) or 60K - officially halfway, but extremely unlikely.

So this day is a cleaning day, with my freshly-desexed kitty free of

Late Start

I had fun at Toasty's stream and got to see some wonderful art happen. Now there's a vid-of-progress up on her Patreon and life is good because there is potential to share.

I managed to get halfway along on Episode 17 of Inter-Mission and as a bonus, some kind soul has listened to every episode. Huzzah. I have one confirmed listener.

One is where it starts, friends. Dear listener - please spread the word if you like my podcast. Even if you

Level Up!

My Tiefling Monk [and Nightcrawler Expy] hit level 2 and gained Ki points... Alas, we missed out on RP of a cool training montage. So I did what any writer would do - I wrote five pages of training montage to kind'a share how cool it all looked inside my head.

...I may be forced to DM something because of this, IDK.

Maybe authors shouldn't be allowed to play D&D because we're wont to pull shit like this.

Anyway. 'Tis

Ow...

Yesterday was bloody exhausting. So much so that I conked out and wound up being awake at one in the morning... writing self-indulgent claptrap.

I wrote so much that I hurt my wrist.

Fucking whoops.

I also have D&D tonight. So I'm in for a long-ass day. A day that includes taking Mayhem to a pre-formal so he can schmooze and show off for one last time with his schoolmates.

At least I don't have to drag his arse to

Run the Fuck Out

Ok, so here's the situation. I got a son to deliver to graduation, a kitty to deliver for her hysterectomy, a child to deliver to her bus, and said graduation to attend.

Story is going to be hella late.

I can try to get stuff done, but I can't make promises.

I did wake up earlier this morning, but I dove into temptation and spent my energy on some self-indulgent claptrap that may never see the light of day.

...check my Patreon

A bit of a breather? Nope

Today, Mayhem has a job interview. Also today, I have to go out and snag some kitty fodder of the soft and gooshy variety. I did promise Mayhem that I would get him some Kobolds to paint.

We're not painting yet. We have to have a clear workspace to work in and that means (gasp of dread) putting the laundry away. Horrible fate, that.

I'm also planning to do a thing on why my pet universe centres on the idea that Humans

OK. Here we go.

My schedule this morning is looking like this:

Do blog
Do as much Patreon stuff as I can, including a backlog of stories
Brat run
Come home and find Jolie
Imprison Jolie in cat carrier
Take Jolie to get jabs
Bring her back home
Release the feline (and be unforgiven for the remains of the day)

So today's tale may be a smidge late. Or more than a smidge. And I may not have the wherewithal to do a flash fanfiction, so

Second Chaos Week

I have another week of disrupted schedules, running around for stuff, and generally being a disorganised loon.

I have a cat getting vaccinations. I have a cat getting desexed. Different cats. I have Mayhem's graduation plus hauling him to a job interview. I have the regular shuffle of Cleaning Days and the chaos of Whatever Is Happening To My Car.

Like, I should be finding out what's going on with my vehicle this week. I hope. If not, I'll have to ring

So here's the sitch

I had a reasonably large nap this afternoon, and when I awoke, I realised two things:

Hey, there's a new season of She-Ra on Netflix
Whoops, I didn't fictionalise that prompt I got

So I merged both of those into a really long and non-productive ficcing session [because cartoons are pretty] And I wasn't done much before 11:30... when I planned to be up and about for Toasty's stream in which I see more of the new video come to form.

Saturday!

My love still has to go to work on a weekend, and the Queensland Summers are making it nigh impossible to keep the cats out of doors in the daylight. Cleaning Day just got 1000% more interesting because cats.

Today is interesting because I'm planning a game day with DFATW. I need to get my story done or it'll never get done.

Let's get on with it.

Interesting Day

There's an apocryphal curse, May You Live in Interesting Times. It's been an interesting day already.

Starting with:

Beloved home from work on a day off
Mayhem home from school because exams
Cleaning day
Jolie figured out how to escape exile in the Catio
Chaos and I had to chase her and chuck her out again

I've also learned that I need to launch in order to build anything in Roll20, so... I might not be building anything in Roll20... yet. I'll

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A 3612-post collection

Reprieve?

Wore My Grubs

Faaaaaarrrrkkk...

@#$%!

Now What?

Late Start

Level Up!

Ow...

Run the Fuck Out

A bit of a breather? Nope

OK. Here we go.

Second Chaos Week

So here's the sitch

Saturday!

Interesting Day