A 7-post collection

Sunday (Early) Morning

This Friday past, I heard something that I haven't heard for two months. It gave me chills when I realised why it hadn't happened, either.

I heard the neighbourhood dogs having a bark-off. Why they hadn't barked inside of two months was because their people were home and they weren't bored out of their fluffy little minds.

So the people weren't home any more, and hark... the dogs do bark.

I'm going to be hearing that until the next wave hits and we have another lockdown. I will know the exact day that people are scared and feeling confident. I will know exactly when folks are flirting with death by the barking of their dogs.

The news is certainly returning to normal. Celebrities and nip slips and market shenanigans. There's a documentary out about the current plague that 100% buys into the lab conspiracy theory and we did not need that. Now even more idiots are going to buy into it because they saw it in a movie.

Holy shit. Folks. Can you just make one about how best to stay safe in the era of plague and then SHUT UP?! Please?!

Save the conspiracy theories for the tinfoil hat radio, not the damn mainstream cinema. Well. Netflix.

I have had enough of the tinfoil hat crowd making life difficult for real science. Honestly, wilful ignorance is a worse virus than the damn plague.


I should just focus on making a story for you. Let's get on with that.

I can handle this (I think)

I did order myself ten months' worth of Ashwagandha, at a hefty knock to my wallet. I'm... "fine". Sort of.

I can cope. I can deal. I can make it.


It's gonna be tight for a little while. I can squeak by. I'm avoiding cash purchases this week, but that's me punishing myself for making a purchase that is more than my weekly budget.

...I should probably stop hurting myself like that.

This is another scar from growing up poor and

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I feel better now

Yesterday, I was a gold-plated grump. However, some Doctor Who and a decent nap has helped me approach life with a case of que sera sera. There's no point in getting emotional about this shit because - it does nothing.

Unless I become an overnight, international celebrity that the billionaires fawn over, then there's absolutely nothing I can say or do that will change their minds. I'm just another pleb at their mercy. Another peasant struggling to exist in this diesel dystopia

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Plus la Change, Plus la Meme Chose

Another book, another routine. Another chain of illogic to boggle your average nypical. It goes a little something like this:

  1. Hand-writing things may be permanently portable, but transcribing it to legible text just slows me down because (a) I'm the only person who can read my handwriting (b) I can't afford to hire someone who can read my handwriting and (c) I end up reading what I've written more than typing in the thing.
  2. It really is quicker and easier for me
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Hark, hark, the dogs... don't bark?

I had a curious incident of the dogs in the neighbourhood, this morning. Like in the Sherlock Holmes adventure Silver Blaze, they did not bark.

Not a single hound decided to greet me this morning. And I'm very used to the local canine population reacting like I'm Bobby The Serial Killer whenever I toddle by their particular patch of fence.

On one hand, it means that my neighbours around two blocks don't curse my existence or the goddamn cheerful "Good Morning!" I

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I freaking called it!

I have billions of good ideas and no concept of how to take them to fruition. Fine and dandy.

What bugs me is that I later see these good ideas coming into reality at a minimum of five years after I was flat-out told that my concepts were impossible for one reason or another.

In my teen years, I dreamed up an animation program that any idiot could use [specifically, an idiot like me who has no freaking clue how to animate]

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To cloud or not to cloud...

Any Apple fan worth their salt knows that Apple’s bringing the Cloud to the plebs, but what does it mean for writers like me?

Pros, cons and musings below the cut.

Pro: Convenience. A document or WIP [that’s Work In Progress for the unenlightened] can be accessed anywhere by any device, so long as you know the password.

Con: The potentiality for Fic Griefers. People who hack into your cloud just to mess with your work and cause

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