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February 16, 2025
Patreon Microfiction: Apocalypse Prom.
The funny thing about ‘Apocalypse Prom’ is that I’m actually sympathetic towards the kids here. There’s an apocalypse going on! The old ways are dead! So put some damn alcohol in the punch bowl already, if only because it’ll kill some germs!
Geez.
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February 15, 2025
‘If You Wanna Breathe My Sulfur.’
Book of the Week: At the Mountains of Madness Vol 1.

This is the illustrated Francois Baranger At the Mountains of Madness, and the only reason I haven’t bought it yet is because I am trying to keep a reasonably up-to-date wish list for friends and family members trying to figure out what to get me. That can be a problem, especially when you have odd tastes. The more information, the better.
…Which is the opposite of the received wisdom of the Cthulhu Mythos, huh?
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Tweet of the Day, Sometimes You Just Gotta Get Stuck In edition.
You can tell the teams to play nice, but if you keep booing the national anthem* where American hockey players can hear you eventually it’s gonna be Go Time when the buzzer goes off.
Greatest 9 seconds in hockey history pic.twitter.com/isy3o4MKVH
— World Hockey Report (@worldhockeyrpt) February 16, 2025
This is usually the point where I’m supposed to say something pious about not condoning violence.
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*From the ESPN article:
This was the fastest fight to start an NHL international game, topping the previous record of 20 seconds in 1996 when Canada’s Keith Primeau and Claude Lemieux fought Team USA’s Keith Tkachuk and Bill Guerin in the World Cup of Hockey. Tkachuk is the father of Team USA players Matthew and Brady Tkachuk. Guerin is the U.S. general manager in the 4 Nations Face-Off.
Note that Tkachuk brothers were in the first and second fight, respectively. This is old school business.
The latest installment of THE BOLD MARAUDER is up on Patreon!
A little shorter than normal, but it’s been a weird month and this was a natural stopping place. As I’ve noted before: THE BOLD MARAUDER is my space-opera, ‘I don’t care if it’s not physics’ serial. Check out the latest installment here.
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I know that this is astrology…
…and parodic astrology, at that. But damned if they didn’t nail it:
I feel so incredibly seen, here.https://t.co/YYADzxb8rG pic.twitter.com/ubBSr4kfqk
— Ogiel (Moe Lane) (@Ogiel23) February 15, 2025
The first two are solid hits, and the third one was absolutely one when I was in my early twenties. The fourth one isn’t too far off, either: the gap between ‘cackling old sea hag’ and ‘former site moderator’ is mostly a matter of nomenclature. True, I wouldn’t steal copper wiring unless my kids were starving or something, but four out of five isn’t half bad.
Go figure.
I had strange dreams last night.
I blame the sweet Lebanon bologna I had for lunch yesterday. On the bright side, I woke up realizing that PICKMAN’S MODELS needs a complete rewrite and that I knew how to rewrite it. So I finally got off my butt and blocked out the plot, and now all I have to do is boil things down a bit. …And finish the story, but at least I know what I’m doing wrong.
So, maybe more bologna for lunch tomorrow.
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February 14, 2025
‘Objects In The Rear View Mirror May Appear Closer Than They Are.’
Like, none of this particularly happened to me. I mean, I got along great with my dad.
Objects In The Rear View Mirror May Appear Closer Than They Are, Meat Loaf
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02/14/2025 Snippet, PICKMAN’S MODELS.
I realized that my hero is very passive in this story. He needs more to do. Sorry, Commander Marsh…
“With the lights later removed.” Tobias couldn’t see Reithner’s face, but from the tone of her voice, she was frowning. “That’s odd. Why were the mountings also not taken? The metal too would have value.”
That was a really good question, Tobias decided. These days, anything that could be recycled was, including things that normally wouldn’t be considered recyclable. Leaving behind perfectly good pieces of metal felt wasteful. Unless they weren’t being wasted… “Hold!” he barked.
The Euros were well-trained, and stopped immediately; Buckley’s squad was just a touch sloppier. They were a bit too bunched up, but Tobias decided to worry about that later. “Check the walls by you, and the floor!” he told them. “Tripwires, spydots, spring-operated plates. Then check around your buddy. Then check yourself again.”
For a moment, he wondered if he was being paranoid — but then Buckley swore, and carefully squatted. “Found something, sir. Looks like a sensor. Passive, minilight beam. And there’s another sensor on the other side there.”
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