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Question: How hard can Daffy Duck go?

Answer: Pretty damned hard. This is a 1980s, heavy metal, HEAVY METAL delight:

…and the animation team all understood the assignment.

1. I never knew this existed.

2. Modern Disney would rather commit mass seppuku than allow a single frame of this out the door. https://t.co/DehT2OE2ic

— Daddy Warpig (@DaddyWarpig) November 4, 2024

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‘November Rain.’

November Rain, Guns N’ Roses

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11/03/2024 NotAWriMo, BANSHEE BEACH: 1677/55493.

Busy day, had to stay up late to finish. But I did!

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So. Horses have ropes. Ropes have ends. The ends go in driver’s hands. Easy, right? Sure it is! Especially when the rope ends are right there, flapping around. They weren’t even out of reach. Why, one rope knocked my hat off, with a whir and a snap.

Yeah. Something like that’s not out of reach at all.

A younger, dumber me would have tried to snatch at the hat, then probably ended up clinging to the door frame and trying to keep from sucked in under a wagon wheel. But I ain’t dumb like that. It’s a hat. I could always go back afterward and find it again. I might have to fight a bobcat or something to retrieve it, but Shamuses have a mystic way with animals. That is, they usually prefer to claw, instead of claw-claw-bite. So I kept my eye on the prize.

At least, until Priscilla went for the hat.

She had been watching behind me, and when my headgear went flying she leaned out just a little too far, and got herself off balance. To be fair, she did grab the hat, and for one brief second it looked like she could maintain an even strain; but then the wagon bumped a rut, and the magic was gone. I can still see the look on her face as she toppled back onto the indifferent road below…

…and then I grabbed her flailing hand with one of mine, and concentrated really hard on holding onto the door with the other.

Patreon Microfiction: Ain’t Your Business.

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He provides a necessary and valuable service for the community. He does not overcharge for his services. He is scrupulous in adhering to local law, customs, and moral codes. So, indeed, what he does with the fruits probably Ain’t Your Business.

Tweet of the Day, You May Be Surprised At How Well This Works edition.

I was.

Something that might help start your day:

Close your eyes

Take five slow deep breaths

Think of a moment in time that you can’t help but smile from.

Be grateful to be one of the ones who got the privilege to wake up today.

Have faith, God is in control.

— Gina Carano (@ginacarano) November 3, 2024

Via@alexthechick.

‘When the Levee Breaks.’

When the Levee Breaks, Led Zeppelin

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Looks like I’ll be doing the Arbutus Arts Festival!

I am going to try to do more local arts/crafts shows and local festivals next year. They seem promising. The Arbutus Arts Festival is on May 19th, in Arbutus, Maryland, and I’ll be paying the invoice as soon as I doublecheck tomorrow that there’s no conflict. Not tonight, though. Tonight I am kind of bleary-eyed.

11/02/2024 NotAWriMo, BANSHEE BEACH: 3362/53816.

This is the last day that I randomly just write whatever. Well, until the next time I’m away from my main files. Everything I wrote today is something I can use in the book, though.

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Have I ever mentioned how much I hate fighting people who want to kill me? I don’t mean just not worrying if I can’t take a punch. I mean flat-out, no-fooling, want to put me in the dirt. It’s always scary, and kind of insulting. It’s not like I woke up that morning planning to do it to them.

It’s weird how easier the obsidian knives made it here, though. The two guys carrying them felt like shadows, smudgy blobs that didn’t want to do anything on their own, except put muscle behind the knives’ urge to slice through my precious hide. That always makes it easier, when you gotta do what you gotta do.

The poor bastards fought like blobs, too, with the kind of clumsy-looking slashes that looked easy enough to counter until you realized they weren’t gonna stop, and were too numb to feint , or get scared. And what their knives hit as we danced around the room, they curdled. That’s the only word for it. Anywhere that got scored by one looked discolored or slimed, with a mildewed stink that grew as we moved. This was definitely big-E Evil going on.

I still didn’t like smashing my knuckle-duster into the first cultist’s elbow. Some of it was the reek of old, baked-in evil coming off the guy, and some of it was the way his scream was cut off halfway, like the pain wasn’t worth indulging. But a lot of it was how the elbow felt as it fell apart. I don’t care what they tell you about berserkers or terminators, friend. When the joint don’t work, you can’t gut that out.

Books of the Week: Justice Wing.

JUSTICE WING is a three-book series written by my old friend Eric Burns-White. He’s going through some stuff right now, so if you like four-color superhero stories I can genuinely recommend them. Good dude, good books.

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Back from Doxacon!

It went well! Good sales, a couple of hopefully profitable discussions, and both of the panels I went to (“Popery in Prose: The Incarnational Aesthetic of Nineteenth Century Gothic [Dracula by Bram Stoker]” and “Revealing the Numinous in TTRPGs”) were quite interesting and informational. If you can make Doxacon in 2025 and you’re interested in the intersection of faith and fandom, I really do recommend it. Especially if they stay at the Catholic University of America. It was so much easier to set up and break down, this year.