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Tweet-Thread of the Day, “…Huh.” edition.

Huh.

The "A Minecraft Movie" movie is the most reactionary movie I've ever seen and the future zoomer world order is bright and wonderful

I would have called it "The humiliation of the coward Jack Black and the end of irony"

— garfieldbot (@robertlasagna1) May 6, 2025

I have ordered a proof copy of the Fermi Resolution Worldbook! (Buy the digital copy now!)

Honestly, I wasn’t expecting it to work on the first try, given how many hoops I had to jump through just to get to this point. No matter: I’ve ordered a print proof, spent the money to get it expedited, and it should be here sometime next week. Then I can go through it, decide if it all coheres, and then maybe, just maybe, I can make it available for sale and there will be much rejoicing.

In the meantime: pick up a digital copy here.

‘Flogging Molly.’

Rebels of the Sacred Heart, Flogging Molly

#commissionearned

Not a very creative day.

I did a lot of paperwork and was grateful to get that much done. At least I have an action plan for the craft festival this weekend. And got the bloodwork checked off. And I finally put together for an SCA event I’m field coordinator for…

And I napped a good deal. Possibly the blood-draws were more stressful than I thought? That’s my wife’s theory, at least. Certainly this one bruise is promising to be spectacular.

My spot at the Laurel Main Street Festival!

That’s this Saturday, and it’s gonna be a thing.

Parade starts at 9, event ends at four. Stop by the Laurel Main Street Festival, if you’re in the area!

Preorders of my books available for Once Upon A Convention.

Basically, people who will be attending Once Upon A Convention will be able to preorder my books now, and pick them up at the convention itself. I’m curious to see how that will go! OUAC is frankly a bit of an experiment for me; I suspect that the audience might not mesh perfectly with what I write, but I don’t actually know. I have been wrong in the past, and the combination of table fee/proximity is too good to pass up.

August 14-17, 2025 – Gaylord National Harbor, MD. Stop on by! …Or buy my books right now!

#commissionearned

Adventures in freakishly small veins!

I had to have bloodwork done today. Three stickings… and it wasn’t the phlebotomists’ fault, either (they had to call in extra help). All three of them knew their stuff, and went in as painlessly as one can reasonably hope. My veins were simply not up to the task.

Still, there’s been a certain mood, okay?

‘The Imperial March.’

I’m pretty sure one of the realms of the Fermi Resolution use this tune for their national anthem – and it’s not one of the evil ones, either.

The Imperial March, John Williams

#commissionearned

Earth-4 Me had a horrible weekend at the Million Lives Book Festival.

It’s a heck of a thing when the first time you find out about a disaster is when you get the email from somebody in the industry assuring you that they have protections in place to keep that disaster from happening to them. I got that kind of email this morning, and I was morbidly curious, so I looked up the ‘Million Lives Book Festival.’ And it was pretty bad, yeah. The kind of bad that makes you use the term ‘Fyre Festival’ in comparison.

The thing was, I think I almost signed up for it! It was in Baltimore, after all. But the table fee was high, and I’ve got town craft festivals for the next two weeks, so I must have decided to skip.

Just as well, too. Judging from the reports, the event went pear-shaped in precisely the ways that would particularly infuriate me. I ended up thanking my wife for all the things her alternate-world self must have done to make my alternate-world self less transcendently pissed off…

Moe Lane

PS: We’ve been married for almost twenty years at this point. She’s used to these kinds of conversations.

PPS: Make my alternate self feel better. Buy my books! No, I don’t know how that would work, either. Buy them anyway?

#commissionearned

05/04/2025 Snippet, TOM VARGAS AND THE CASE OF THE MEDDLING PRIEST.

The title may not work out.

Senor Lomax was the kind of man who goes through life without a first name. Sure, he had one — but even his friends wouldn’t use it. It’d be undignified, and Senor Lomax was a very dignified man.

Right then he was mixing that with shots of ‘worried,’ and his liver was starting to complain. It was bad enough that Senor Lomax led us both in to the broom closet that was his office for a private chat. There was only one chair for visitors, but Father Miguel wouldn’t have fit in it anyway. He tried not to loom, but it didn’t quite take.

“An inventory was made of the safe deposit box,” he tried to assure me, or maybe himself. “Five years ago. I was given a list, I checked it, everything looked in order. I… did not have a statement to that effect notarized.”

“Why?” I thought about adding more, but I figured that was the gist of it anyway.

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