Yuletide Prep

A 7-post collection

Monday, Day Zero, Mistakes are being made

Not only is there an outbreak in Sydney, but there's a deadline for Queenslanders to get back into Queensland with no obvious decrees to self-isolate afterwards.

I'm giving it a maximum of three weeks before we get a "fucking whoops" out of this.

GDI public health is more important than one public holiday. FFS. If they ban road travel tomorrow, I'll roll with that. Because PUBLIC HEALTH ALSO INCLUDES ME.

We have eleven total cases, with two new ones from overseas. That's going to blow up after Christmas FOR SURE. It's almost a guarantee. Because Cashmas is the biggest boost to the all-hallowed economy known to fiduciary kind.

Meh.

Can we PLEASE get the millionaires and billionaires to contribute 1% of their NET WORTH to the "Global Covid Relief Fund" and then use all that spondooly to make sure everyone on the planet has the food and rent and bills paid enough so they can just stay at home for a firkin month and GET THIS OVER WITH? Please?

With some arts and farts supplies so the people left with nothing to do can try a few things, of course. Because just being at home isn't enough if you don't know what to do with yourself. Who knows, someone might get hooked on a craft and thereby boost the economy for years afterwards. Its win-win.

Sigh.

We got all good supplies laid in. Today's unfuckening agenda will include getting the yick out of the fridge [so we have room for the cake!] and getting the huge amounts of nonsense off the kitchen countertop. Also gifting the cleaning lady with ludicrous amounts of chocolate. Because Christmas. And she deserves it.

I refuse to look at too many headlines because there is too much yule-related idiocy going around.

Saturday, Day Zero, Crimbolio Madness

Two cases from overseas, each detected in quarantine, but they do take the active case count up to ten. I dislike double figures in my active case count. One more week of school this year and it's not really worth giving up on the mask for that.

I feel Yulemas Mania approaching and this year... I want to make FUDGE.

I've fallen into a rabbit hole that started with an article about three-ingredient fudge. I've looked at the alternatives, found a recipe

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::Hyper-frenetic Chase Music::

It's the day for laying in supplies, storage of same, and unfucking the house without paid assistance.

If I can convince the family to do some of the storage and unfucking, I might be ahead of the game. Stop laughing at me in that tone of voice.

It's almost 6AM. I am going to try for the Instant before I go rocketting off on my assorted adventures.

I already know I'm coming home with six kilos of prawns and a big ol'

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Done?

I think my little Tiefling is actually done! I'm still painting the Kobold, because Sisu, but that's probably not turning up on my Patreon. Because Kobolds are tiny, difficult to paint, worse to make look good, and I'm just over here trying my best.

Speaking of trying my best, I have learned:

  • How to fade individual bits in Garageband
  • How to make sure streams are recorded in Twitch
  • Even though you try your hardest not to, Kobold painting will result in spill
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Last Week of School

Miss Chaos is in the last week of her education, so I can accurately predict a whole bunch of late stories in the future because slobbing around and doing nothing is my jam.

I will endeavour to get all my shit done before sunset. No guarantees.

Asterisk: Reminder that sunset in Sunny Queensland happens at around six to seven PM because Summer.

Today's a cleaning day, and I have to do a cash run, but beyond that, there are no plans. Not

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It's beginning to look a lot like summer

While I haven't seen the obligatory dead snake, we did narrowly avoid a red-bellied black as it was crossing a road, so I'm going to count it. Deadly though they may be, I cringe at killing out shy and venomous retiring wildlife. And it's summer. There's pretty much part of Australia on fire every day.

I have the AC on in the computer room and I'm not wearing much more than my cotton nightshirt... and I'm sweltering. And it's only halfway 8AM

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A Change of PLN

I love using Sir Terry Pratchett's feegle word 'pln' for a plan that is not... the best-cemented plan on the old drawing board.

Today's pln was to go and fetch Chaos back from her stay with Capt S. Bring along KIABIL to fix some shit, eat a lunch and finally go home.

Nope.

Today's pln is now tomorrows pln and I get abandoned to my own devices [fanfic] whilst Beloved and KIABIL go to Capt S, fix some shit, eat a lunch,

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