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‘Blackbird.’

Blackbird, The Beatles

#commissionearned

11/13/2024 NotAWriMo, BANSHEE BEACH: 1451/60296.

I just can’t keep my eyes open any longer.

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It’s funny. Normally I’m a lot less confident than I sound about a scheme. You’d think that knowing that the complicated part in all of this was coming up with a line of nonsense that New Californians could believe would be less stressful than trying to fool a Dominion Archmage, but somehow it was even more nerve-wracking. They had more eyes to pull the wool over, after all.

Then again, what choice did I have? Was I supposed to tell them, Trust me. The ambassador has a secret heroine addiction? They’d never believe that. I barely believed it myself.

It’s Eldritch Elf time again at the @HPLHS (Join today!).

This would be the annual Christmas/Solstice gift exchange between various members of the HPL Historical Society. If you’re a member, check your email for the sign-up link. If you are not a member, consider joining (I have a lifetime membership, myself). The HPLHS makes great Mythos-related props and materials, in a wide range of media. They are eminently worth supporting.

The exceedingly strange MARY Netflix trailer.

‘Exceedingly strange‘ in the sense that it is apparently taking seriously the concept that the Virgin Mary is the Mother of God. It’s like a 1950s Technicolor MGM epic or something, and I’m having difficulty parsing it. I kept waiting for the irony to show up.

Tweet of the Day, Sometimes The Perfect Shot Gets You.

(Via @DaddyWarpig) This is pretty cool.

Yearly reminder that this accident was real and everybody just ran with it pic.twitter.com/AHTVebrget

— x-files in a loop (@tenfeetoff) November 12, 2024

Context:

Since more than one person asked for it, I pawed through my Blu-rays: pic.twitter.com/RFTtrfSibh

— x-files in a loop (@tenfeetoff) November 12, 2024

‘Rocky Raccoon.’

Rocky Raccoon, The Beatles

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Two days left on the Trail of Cthulhu 2nd Edition Backerkit!

Speaking of crowdfunding.

Check out Trail of Cthulhu 2nd Edition on @BackerKit! https://t.co/gSCpbEwOCq

— Ogiel (Moe Lane) (@Ogiel23) November 13, 2024

Good game, good stuff, can’t wait to get my hands on it.

Having a conversation on getting the TTRPG finished up.

This would be the Fermi Resolution RPG. Getting it done will almost certainly involve crowdfunding; once I have more of a firm timeline on how long the project will take, I’ll likely set something up exclusively on Backerkit. They’re getting into the crowdfunding business itself, and their customer service game is already very strong. If I can tap into that, and their existing audience, it will be very useful for future projects.

If not? Well, I tried. Sometimes things don’t work out.

11/12/2024 NotAWriMo, BANSHEE BEACH: 1738/58845

Got more done today. You know what they say: when in doubt, murder a couple of your characters. Your audience will love it.

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The city fathers of Red Beach closed all the… beaches… so fast, I didn’t wonder whether they were looking for an excuse. I wondered why they were looking for an excuse.

They meant it, too. All the lifeguard stations got manned by beat cops and militia. Anybody got too close to the water, someone ran out to tell them to go back. Anybody who tried to go in anyway got an involuntary escort off of the beach, and didn’t get to go back onto the sands. When they said “out of the water,” they meant it.

Normally I can ignore rules like that — well, maybe not ignore it, but I can definitely push it for a lot longer until somebody decides to push back. This time? I wasn’t so sure. The cops were acting more like prison guards, and I didn’t know which side of the wall I was on.

Besides, I didn’t know what I wanted to check out anyway. When a Shamus gets a hunch, we’re never just told why, or what, or anything too useful. Because I guess that would be too easy.

That’s why we let ourselves get slugged in the stomach so often, you know. It’s our little way of getting back at our guts for not being more forthcoming about their feelings. Serves it right.

“Remember, remember, the Twelfth of November…

Remember, remember,
The Twelfth of November,
the day a whale reached for the stars;
They thought they had reason
To explode a cetacean
And have it rain down on the cars.

November 12, 1970. One of the greatest days in Oregonian history. And all on film!