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December 25, 2021
Strip roast!
It came out rather nicely. Tasted good, too. The asparagus was… well, it tried its best.
Strip roast loin. pic.twitter.com/HMMaJkC6ob
— Ogiel (Moe Lane) (@Ogiel23) December 25, 2021
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12/25/21 Snippet, TINSEL RAIN.
I keep doing chapters, and then I keep finding reasons to break up the new chapters into smaller chapters. But I’m still 70% done, and I expect it’ll be ready for alpha by the deadline. So we’re in business.
Patreon!Speaking of knots of pain: Daisy was waiting by my office when I came back from dropping off Graciella. “Hi, Tom,” she said, with the same little sadness I associated with her these days. “How are things?”
“They are going along, Daisy,” I replied as I unlocked the office. “Just don’t ask me in what direction. Drink?”
“Just water is fine.” She sat. “Tom, you need to know…”
“That Eddie was slicing?”
She winced. “I suppose you found that out very quickly.”
“It’s what I do, Daisy.” I handed her the glass, with actual ice from my coldbox this time. “So why are you telling me now?”
Daisy looked at me. “You’re not even mad, are you?”
“If I got mad every time a client lied or forgot to tell me something I should have known from the start, I’d never get anything done. It took years of training to get this way, though. Monks would yell made-up stuff in my ears, then smack me with sticks every time I looked upset about it. It was all very zen.” I drank a sip of my not-water. “So. Why are you telling me now?”
“Because of poor Carmine’s death, Tom.” She looked at me. “He was a slicer, too. An expert at it, if you take my meaning. And he was working a lot with Eddie in the last few months. When I heard about it, I made a connection.” She smiled, wanly. “And now I’m handing it to you.”
December 24, 2021
‘Angels We Have Heard On High.’
Merry Christmas.
Not available on Amazon, alas. #commissionearned
It’s Christmas Eve, and all through the house…
…we’ve done all our chores, and now we’re relaxing before the chaos of tomorrow. The roast is in the fridge, the presents are wrapped, and my wife is finishing the second season of HE-MAN. She watched it a lot growing up (I was a TRANSFORMERS GI JOE guy myself), so it’s been a lot of fun for her.
Merry Christmas, folks.
In the Mail: the 2022 Skin Horse Calendar.
Very nifty (you can get your own here).
In the mail, @shaenongarrity ! pic.twitter.com/whZkhSIfgG
— Ogiel (Moe Lane) (@Ogiel23) December 24, 2021
Since I did the calendar Kickstarter at a high enough level, I also got an original Skin Horse art strip along with it. I requested something involving funk; I am pleased with what I got.
12/24/2021 Snippet, TINSEL RAIN.
Looks like this is going to crack 80,000 words.
Patreon!Speaking of the needle: I unwrapped it, and showed it to her. I was hoping for a hiss, or possibly a mad scramble for holy water. Instead she just held it for a second or two before dropping it back down on the rag I had wrapped it in. “Well, it was evil.”
“Was?”
“Feels like it got thoroughly cleaned.” Mira gave me the Look New Californians give when they want you to know they’re talking about magic. “The kind of cleaning that wipes away distinguishing marks.”
“Well, I was in a hurry, and it was still wriggling,” I replied. “In my foot.”
“What? Sit.”
“It’s fine.”
“Sit.”
When a cleaning lady tells you to sit and uses the tone Mira did, you sit. While she started fussing with me, I asked her, “Hey, did you know a Joey the Pug?”
“Not enough to feel too bad if he’s dead.” She looked up. “He dead?”
“Afraid so. I take it he didn’t have many fans?”
“You could say that, Shamus. Joey was a little too sketchy for the Syndicate. Not respectable,” said the illegal mage, “and he was tied up with some bad people. I’m not gonna lie, he was going to end up with a shiv in his gut. There. Now your foot is cleaned, and ready to heal.”
December 23, 2021
Present wrapping!
Done before Christmas Eve, too. WHAT SORCERY IS THIS
…Seriously, it’s weird to get this done ahead of time. Pleasant, but weird. But now we can spend tomorrow preparing for all the other stuff. Like the meal: Christmas dinner is going to be a New York Strip Roast. I didn’t want to do a standing rib roast because there’s only going to be the two of us eating it… and then I was seduced by the strip roast, because it looked so nice at the butcher’s, so what could I do but buy it uncut?
Now I have to convince myself not to get overly fancy with it. We have the roast, asparagus, potatoes, and sweet potatoes. That’s fine for Christmas dinner. That’s fine.
The second UNCHARTED trailer.
I dunno. At least Tom Holland is believable as somebody who can do jumpy-flippy stuff. The thing is, though: I’ve never seriously played UNCHARTED. I just can’t get into console games, and yes, it drives me nuts, too. So I dunno how badly I want to see this.
#commissionearned
