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November 14, 2021
I now have an Author’s Page on Facebook.
Found here. I’m trying to create something that can be advertised; my luck with Amazon ads was… peculiar. I was clearly doing something wrong, because nobody was actually clicking on the ads. Which at least meant that I didn’t get charged, but it was still extremely weird.
Feedback welcome.
NaNoRiMo, Day 14: 1,770 / 33,660.
Clawed my way back up a little today. Just have to sustain for a while.
Patreon!“There is news, Wind-Walker Tanaka. Traces of xenobellis occisor ellisonium have been found at Mr. Sild’s wilderness site.” The Process sometimes ‘forgets’ to announce itself when it’s giving dire enough news. I think it’s a relic of its older programming: social niceties aren’t compatible with urgent information, no matter how unsettling it is.
And this bit of information counted as ‘unsettling.’ “What? Deathheart’s not native to this part of One-Eighteen. Or is it?”
“Technically, deathheart is not ‘native’ to this planet at all. The flower originated on 956-G-004, according to the Surviving Archive.” Read: according to the Amalgamation’s equivalent of a children’s library. One that had been briefly on fire. Whatever it was that had killed the Amalgamation had been thorough. “But it does not survive in the wild on this planet, except on a single island. No visits have been logged to the island, and there have been no lapses in the satellite footage.”
I bet there hadn’t been, I thought. Deathheart is a very pretty black and red flower with a lovely, neurotoxin-laden smell that can knock out a human at five paces. A few drops of that neurotoxin can stop somebody’s heart, no fuss, no muss, the victim just falls over, dead — and the poison will break down completely within a half hour. The God-damned stuff is everywhere in the Tomb Worlds, too. The best guess was that it had been a prized ornamental flower. Or maybe they used it for easy suicides. Or it’s just fatal to humans. Take your pick; it’s not like there’s anybody to ask.
Patreon Microfiction: They Totally Had It Coming.
“They Totally Had It Coming” asks a question not often asked: what if, indeed, they totally had it coming? I mean, they’d have to be really damn awful, sure – but if they were? What if what came for them in the sky was simply transcendent justice?
Patreon!Tweet Thread of the Day, Marvel Does Not Care About Urban Traffic Conditions, Part 43 edition.
This is hysterical, very educational, and reminds me of the most ridiculous part of CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE WINTER SOLDIER. Which is, of course, the part where they had a high-speed car chase and shoot-out in downtown Washington, DC. …And where, precisely, would there be room for that?
Via @TychoBrahe.
Finally watching Shang-Chi, here as a bus operator to rate the SFT transit factors of The Bus Scene:
— Mack, yes, That Mack (@that_mc) November 13, 2021
#commissionearned
November 13, 2021
No NaNoWriMo today.
Going to be going out with my wife, and I am going to be off for the evening. I’m not even bringing the Chromebook with me. It should be a hoot.
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.
