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Welp, back to normal-ish tomorrow.

School starts in a couple of weeks – one hopes – and things must be done before that. But I think I can skip the acetaminophen from here on out*. And in a few days, my wife might even let me pick up things! Bliss.

Moe Lane

*I dropped the opoids as soon as my pain tolerance would let me, of course. Never mind the worry it might be habit-forming: the gas I was getting ended up being worse than the ache. Or is that over-sharing? I might be over-sharing.

Book of the Week: To End In Fire (Crown of Slaves).

To End In Fire (Honor Harrington universe, in case you’re not familiar) is in pre-order, but that’s what E-ARCs are for and I don’t care who doesn’t like those. I love E-ARCs. I’ve always loved the idea of E-ARCs, and I cheerfully spend money on the concept.

It’s also nice that David Weber and Eric Flint are starting to wrap up this story. I buy ’em and I continue to buy them, but no sense in having it last forever, right?

I’m gonna try to start up everything again Sunday.

I’m feeling a good deal better, except for the soreness (and itching from where they shaved me in unusual places, not that you needed to know that). But there’s a bunch of low-key stuff going on otherwise and I should spend another day taking it easy. I have a good excuse, methinks.

Moe Lane

PS: I did rack up a few Good Parenting points tonight, I think. Discussing writing stuff with Eldest (he’s gotten into it lately), and I was struck with the happy thought that he and Youngest (who is himself pretty solidly into drawing*) could collaborate on a project or two, for the benefit of grandparents. The kids even seemed reasonably enthusiastic about the prospect! Now I just have to make sure it doesn’t crush their spirits.

I could stand for a drink.

Unfortunately, I shouldn’t have one for at least a few more days. Nobody said anything*, but it feels right to avoid booze until the gut’s a bit more healed. Just as well, really: I’m in a mood.

Moe Lane

*They’d undoubtedly tell me not to drink, but that’s because far too many medical practitioners are moon-faced assassins of joy.

Cast revealed for the live-action AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER…

…and, shockingly, they seem to have cast actors who look at least somewhat like the animated characters. Look, I don’t beat the representation drum overmuch, myself. But if you’re going to make a show that draws on Chinese/Japanese/Inuit/East Asian cultures as much as AVATAR did, the least you can do is not cast, you know, blonde people. I feel that this was a reasonable objection to make about the live-action movie. I am sympathetic to it.

Water. Fire. Air. Boomerang.

Introducing the first of the cast of Avatar: The Last Airbender. pic.twitter.com/XC7Zyk7rCF

— Netflix Geeked (@NetflixGeeked) August 12, 2021

Gordon Cormier in particular looks like a really good casting choice for Aang, and Dallas Liu should make a good Zuko. Kiawentiio and Ian Ousley aren’t bad, mind you (they’ll look better when they get proper haircuts and costumes), but the other two stand out to me. Put me down as ‘cautiously optimistic.’ But only cautiously. So, so many things can still go wrong…

Ups and downs the last day, mostly ups…

…but not exclusively so. I should be more or less okay by the weekend; but I ain’t thirty anymore, either. But no major complications, which is the important thing. Glad I didn’t wait on this, though: going through recovery even two weeks from now would have totally sucked.

The ‘How long will Moe last before he scrounges up another $260?’ DELTA GREEN: THE CONSPIRACY Kickstarter.

Funny story: yesterday, while I was getting prepped for surgery, the anesthesiologist told me that I should avoid driving, operating heavy machinery, and impulse buys. My wife, who knows me very, very well, said, That means no Kickstarters, hon. I laughed and agreed.

GUESS WHAT DROPPED YESTERDAY?

So I wake up, check my mail, then carefully go down multiple flights of stairs until I find my wife. She looks at me, visibly wondering why I’m downstairs when I should be in bed, and I go, Hey, remember when we agreed no Kickstarters? Well, DELTA GREEN: THE CONSPIRACY just dropped… and then she interrupted me to say, Well obviously that’s different. Of course you’re going to get that; it’s one of your favorite games.

Which I have, at the $40 level. Sure, I want the $300 level, but discretionary income is getting a little tight these days. If it’s a choice between this and getting out another chapbook, obviously I have to get another chapbook out. I need to have that stuff available.

Moe Lane

Oh, I am *salty* today. (Buy my books!)

A combination of the aches, soreness, and painkillers, I suspect. It would probably be best if I automatically not publish anything more controversial than “I like turtles.” Maybe it’d be more hilarious, but it wouldn’t be best.

Oh, and buy my books. I am totally ready to cheaply milk sympathy at my ouch-ridden state for sales. Always Be Closing…

Still alive!

Which is to be expected – it was a straightforward surgery – but you never know. Typing this on my phone, though. Gonna be taking it easy today.

In the Mail: DELTA GREEN: IMPOSSIBLE LANDSCAPES.

DELTA GREEN: IMPOSSIBLE LANDSCAPES is the King in Yellow supplement*, and I am sure it will be the perfect book to leaf through during my post-surgical recovery. …Okay, so that is how a cosmic horror story starts. But this is real life.

…Dammit, still doing it.

Moe Lane

*And thank God for Kickstarters, because these books are gonna be expensive.