Moe Lane's Blog, page 657
November 8, 2021
NaNoWriMo, Day 8: 1,710 / 26,840.
DST is kicking my butt, here. 1700 words was just barely sustainable.
Patreon!I cornered the creature in the alleyway, and swore. I had been hoping it was just a cat. Nope, not with my luck! I had flushed out a dog. A damned dog.
You don’t bring pets to the Tomb Worlds. Or at least this one. There are a lot of places where cats can settle in, and a lot of different places where dogs can, but something in the atmosphere of One-Eighteen did things to any Earth life larger than — well, every animal that wasn’t human, honestly. Mostly, what it did was kill those species off, but dogs and cats are stubborn buggers.
Even then, they mostly avoided humans — it was like every scrap of domestication had been burned off of them — but this creature looked hungry enough to forget about who the apex predator was. I didn’t like its looks in general, too: it was about the size of a golden retriever back home, but its hair was a mangy patch of gray and greenish fur, a mouth full of loose and slightly oozing teeth, and eyes that mixed hurt, confusion, and disgust in equal proportion. Dogs and cats really don’t like living on One-Eighteen, and I think the few feral ones here dimly blame humans for bringing them here.
And I was pretty sure that the dog wanted to take its frustrations literally out of my hide.
The Final Yes I Will Shut Up About GHOSTBUSTERS: AFTERLIFE Now trailer.
At least, until I can actually see it.
Moe Lane
PS: Please, God, let somebody at the studio have had the thought You know, Maurice LaMarche is available for voice work. Any other voice for, say, the Ghost of Egon* would be a travesty and an insult. But he’d be a good choice. Obviously.
*Look at that child. LOOK AT HER. Tell me that she is not from the Spengler family tree.
#commissionearned
Almost there on the Skin Horse Calendar Kickstarter!
I rather want this calendar, you understand. Also, Shaenon’s a good egg. Plus, it’s so tantalizingly close. To quote SM Stirling: pick a reason. Any of them would do.
Behold the Unicorn.
A genuinely funny SNL skit. I know, I know – I’m as amazed as you are. Infinite choices in infinite universes, amirite?
Via Ann Althouse.
November 7, 2021
Tweet of the Day, …Mood edition.
It’s not even a bad mood. But… I wanna say that I’m Dog Left, at least — but we all know that I’m gonna be Dog Top Right on my best days, and Dog Bottom Right on the others. That’s how it goes.
Photographer Christian Vieler photographs dogs as they attempt to catch snacks being tossed their way. You’re welcome. pic.twitter.com/vZZnit6MnI
— Carol Roth (@caroljsroth) November 8, 2021
In the Mail: the TWILIGHT 2000 Kickstarter stuff.
You may all now be jealous.
In the mail. pic.twitter.com/BsGq2HiVe1
— Ogiel (Moe Lane) (@Ogiel23) November 8, 2021
…defining ‘you’ as ‘everybody who remembers the original TWILIGHT 2000 game and who did not get in on the Kickstarter AND who kind of regrets that now.’
:pause:
Well, now I feel bad for those people. Yeah. Sorry about the whole ‘jealous’ thing.
Patreon Microfiction: Rational Theurgy.
The protagonist of ‘Rational Theurgy’ isn’t very nice. But… no, honestly, that’s it. It’s not very nice.
Patreon!Day 7, NaNoWriMo 2021: 1,850 / 25,130.
I had no energy yesterday to write, but you have to push through that. So I did.
Patreon!“Process,” I asked carefully, “is there anybody else on-planet who has been posted on Terkutuk?”
“Nobody whose records I can reliably access,” replied The Process. “Which does not include the crew of the Redacted. But Specialist Sild came to this planet three years ago, and has not gone offworld. He could not have been directly involved with whatever happened on Terkutuk.”
“How about indirectly?” I flipped printouts. “Maybe he knew somebody… strike that, obviously he knew plenty of people from the station. Maybe he knew something about one of them that might be relevant, now that the planetary station’s gone.”
“You will not be permitted to revive him and ask,” The Process warned. “It would be far too dangerous to everyone, including him. He must be taken somewhere where he can be fixed.”
“I didn’t say I wanted to revive him!” Yet, I admitted to myself. Or that I had been working out ways for us to safely interrogate a homicidal maniac, without thinking about how to make it safe for the homicidal maniac, too. But The Process has different priorities than we do. Better ones, at times.
