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A 4-post collection

I've got this.

[AN: This should have been posted yesterday. Sorry about that]

The AC has crashed in my main parlour of employment, turning the entire room and anyone in there into humid, sticky goop incapable of rational thought.

And since I was running around, most of yesterday, I didn't do any of the post scheduling that my prescient past self had already done this Friday past.

However, it's too hot in my office to use the computer on the regular, so I have to figure out how to schedule my Blasts From the Past when it's just too dang hot in here to sit for any length of time, let alone look up the file, the URL, and do all the copy/pasting for the noise.

So, I have uploaded my Instants Master File to my Google Drive, so I can now take it anywhere.

Which means that my work is, more or less, fully mobile. I already put up this week's segment of fanfic that is still trapped on my hard drive, so that noise is one less thing to fret about.

It's hot and nasty out here, and I can deal. I was in and out of the AC all day, yesterday and maybe, just maybe, I won't fall over sick with chicken pox AGAIN. I've had it three times in my life, and each case was followed by firkin shingles. Every. Single. Time.

Every time I re-caught chicken pox, it was because it was:

  • The middle of the hottest, nastiest time of the year
  • When I was in and out of the hot and the cold
  • Running myself ragged for several errands

So this one fits the pattern. I plan to quarantine myself if I get the slightest case of the sniffles. And I should really tell my Beloved this so that they're prepared.

I've had tests done and all. I am, apparently, fully immune. But I keep catching that mofo whenever my system's worn to a nub, so IDK. Maybe I'm just special.

I'll turn up in The Science Show as a medical freak who caught chicken pox six firkin times or something. Just you watch.

::muttered curses::

Stackedit is no longer my favourite editing program because it sucks now.

Basically, it doesn't like any file much over 25000 words and its save function doesn't. This, as you can imagine, puts a serious crimp on my style. Especially since my aim is generally WAY more than 25000 words.

I started writing this thing on Novl'r as a way of keeping my shit together. Then I 'ported it to Stack so I could work on it at a professional level.


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Unriddling the SNAFUs

Okay. I've had some errata happening with Steemit. And the queue function. And it seems like I have to have the queue page open so that it will post my blasts from the past.

Math has made it possible for me to deduce that the queue site's twelve noon is my 9PM. So if I want it to post at my twelve noon, I have to schedule stuff for 3AM.

And I'll be starting with the tales that got skipped in the

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FUBARs, PLNs and apologies

Something went drastically wrong with Steemit, yesterday. And I can only hope that it's not an ongoing something.

What happened was, whenever I tried to initiate a new post, the form would pop up with my last post. The last thing I had written live on Steemit.

And I was terrified I would be editing that out of existence, so I didn't touch that noise.

The good news is that I found a work-around by scheduling that post with the queued stuff.

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