A 3-post collection

Monday, Day 0, Some Damn Fine Shenanigans

Plague news: two new cases, both imports. Eleven total, nine in hospital.

Yesterday, I have learned some leet interface skillz. Enough to maybe outline a bare-bones tag entry system. I can only try. Just... not this morning because this nerd needs to go shopping.

Bulk bacon bits [because we go through them like billy-oh], coffee, vegemite, rubbish bin and laundry hamper. It's the little things that make the difference, sometimes. And these little things will be making a lot of travel for yours truly.

Now that the bathroom is paid for, I am considering my next goal, and whittling my way towards a pile of cashola for an editor is not very appealing for my readers over on Peakd. OTOH, it means an increased chance of selling my book to a publisher, so... I gotta take the path that's better for my long term.

...even though getting my hands on a copy of ToonBoom would do wonders for my goal of making animatic fids...

That's self-indulgence territory.

In the news:

  • There is now a Princess Lilibet Diana, thanks mostly to Meghan Markle
  • More infections in aged care homes
  • Anonymous sets their sights on Musk
  • Delivery driver caught on camera beating a woman for calling her a b*tch
  • Not one, but two mobs are making bricks out of recycled plastic

Onwards towards my noise.

Challenge #02341-F151: The Perils of Convenience

Imagine a Shop for Adventurers that sells nearly everything.

Including Scrolls to Talk to other Races and even with Animals and invokal Things.

Of course those Scrolls have a Price, however they can be found on Dead People or in the Dungeon. -- Anon Guest

The chain was called Infinite Needs, and catered exclusively to Adventurers. The secret was that each pokey little shop front lead to a pocket dimension of a warehouse that was, theoretically, endless[1]. The shop had already

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Challenge #01596-D135: The Little Touches

the stuff every JOAT needs, and of course the Bargain Bin. -- Knitnan

It was one of those poky little storefronts that one could swear entered into another dimension. The ones with more depth than they rightfully should have had, and surprise extra levels with staircases and shelving designed by Escher. It was called simply Things and every JOAT browsed there at least once a day.

Inside was organised chaos. JOATs could do things with paperclips and ductape that no other cogniscent

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