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November 13, 2021
In the mail: Nahual.
Nahual is a Mexican urban fantasy RPG where you play people who hunt and butcher angels for their meat and blood. Come, I will conceal nothing from you: it is the sort of RPG which uses ‘neoliberal’ as an unironic epithet. But it also does manage to overcome the temptation to spend the first twenty pages telling you how sh*tty you are for being a white capitalist, which is a real, and far too rare, accomplishment these days in the independent TTRPG industry. The art’s endearingly messed up, too.
So check it out, if you like.
In the mail. pic.twitter.com/5dM1kcUULN
— Ogiel (Moe Lane) (@Ogiel23) November 13, 2021
Books of the Week: The Centennial History of the Civil War.
Mostly because I’m reminding myself to reread The Centennial History of the Civil War, when I have the time. Bruce Catton wrote well. #commissionearned
November 12, 2021
NaNoWriMo, Day 13: 1,510 / 31,180
I’m gonna miss another day tomorrow, most likely: delayed anniversary celebration. Which is, indeed, more important.
Patreon!So, they quarantined One-Eighteen that afternoon. Surface, orbital, everybody. Greg had ordered it (and Maki approved) even before Captain Rubicon had called up to demand — exactly that. From what Greg told me later, Rubicon had looked mildly surprised to hear it had already been done; and unexpectedly pleased when we insisted that the quarantine applied to his ship, too.
“I get the feeling that Rubicon doesn’t think we’re on the stick,” Nur told me as we went over my hauler. I had ended up flying myself back because it was just the easiest way to do it, but I hadn’t been at my best and my landing was surprisingly hard for a contragrav vehicle. So Nur was there to keep one eye on any possible future problems with the vehicle — and another eye on me. Things kept attacking me, after all. It might make me feel a little put-upon, and irrational.
“Is that a corporate ‘we,’a colonial ‘we,’ or both?” I asked as I went over the bottom of the hull. I don’t know how it regenerates minor damage, but it seemed to be healing up properly, and that was ultimately the important thing. “And do we care? At this point, the Redacted can’t take off anyway.”
“I think he defaults to just not being impressed with anybody who isn’t part of this Council of his, Pam. And we have to care, because if his ship can’t take off then they’re not leaving. More of them might even leave the ship.”
“Well, that’s nice,” I said as I started feeding the windshields. “They could use the fresh air.”
The SHE-HULK Disney+ teaser trailer.
SHE-HULK doesn’t actually look half bad.
She-Hulk teaser trailer! pic.twitter.com/jmmwk9gOhY
— Big Boss (@LordBalvin) November 12, 2021
And you can take that any way you like.
Tweet of the Day, Watch This With The Sound Off First edition.
It’s very educational with the sound on, but it’s amazing how much information is provided even without the voice-over.
I am blown away by this COVID vaccine video, one of the coolest things I have seen in a long time pic.twitter.com/yREIETqtWh
— Sam (@SamIAm2021MD) November 12, 2021
Via @BrianFaughnan.
November 11, 2021
NaNoWriMo, Day 11: 1,510 / 30,380.
By GOD I was going to make wordcount today. And I did.
Patreon!Up close, Adam’s shacks were solid-looking but extremely basic log-and-mud caulk cabins, although he had sprayed sealant on the outsides to keep out the rain. There were other signs of modernity around; clear memory plastic being used for windows, some metal fittings on the rough-hewn table and benches, nothing that couldn’t be backpacked in. It looked a lot like the Royal Ranger campgrounds back home on Jefferson, only scaled up for adults (and without the archery and firing ranges). That was the good part.
The bad part was that as I got closer I the reek of unwashed and unhealthy animals grew larger and larger. That wasn’t good news, although at least I wasn’t smelling dead bodies. “Process,” I muttered, “there’s something alive here. What can you scan?”
“Very little,” the Process replied. “The planetary traffic net is nonexistent in your area right now, and the hauler does not have sophisticated sensors. Your personal camera is likewise not providing me with very much information to work with. On the other hand, I can maintain audio contact, even if my regular visuals are limited. I assume you are still armed?”
“What? Oh, yeah, I took the pistol with me.” One-Eighteen isn’t one of those worlds that’s filled with things ready to rend the flesh from your living bones. It doesn’t even have really big critters. But it does have animals that can attack humans, so we do have some guns in storage. I had been carrying one mostly because it’d make a amazingly loud bang when fired. Hopefully, that’d be all I need.
Tweet of the Day, It’s Also Armistice Day edition.
Sad and happy, all at the same time. Via @BrianFaughnan.
OTD in 1918: Interminable shelling gives way to the sounds of birds as guns go silent, signaling the end of World War I
— Observation Post (@MilitaryTimesOP) November 12, 2020
Always incredible from the @I_W_M pic.twitter.com/VKrOie0335
My thanks to everyone who served, to keep my country free.
November 10, 2021
Reduced posting for the rest of the week.
I need to get my sleep schedule under control, because it’s starting to affect everything else. So bed for me in the very near future. In the meantime, here’s a Skyrim video that made me lose it at multiple places.
#commissionearned
