Moe Lane's Blog, page 739
April 16, 2021
04/16/21 Snippet, PROCESSING DUTY.
Getting to the end!
Patreon!I was kidding, of course. We don’t get training. —No, Agent Kelly, for real. Uncle Sam figures that if you live through whatever got you to the Site in the first place, you’ll figure out the rest as you go along. And when it comes to half the things we deal with; the more you know about them, the more likely you’re gonna end up in a rubber room. Or worse.
That’s why me and Jack, we were the ones who ended up going through that crack in the wall we found, instead of having a platoon of soldiers do it for us. You don’t know how regular people handle this stuff until they get dropped in it — and once they show they can handle it, there’s always something more important for them to do. Hey: they found something harder for me to do than toting a BAR, right?
I still kind of wished I had one as we twisted our way through the cave tunnels on the other side of the crack. Too much chance of a ricochet, though. The .45 Jack had brought along was bad enough, although I didn’t blame him for wanting to be heeled. I made him keep it in the holster as I tool point. I figured we’d get fewer bouncers from me swinging Bang-Man around.
Tweet of the Day, I Have Comments about the SpaceX/NASA Moon Thing edition.
Mostly involving variants of Who else here thinks SpaceX will be ready for the Moon shot before NASA is? Hell, if SpaceX can get Starship into orbit, somebody might end up saying Why wait? But never mind me: I’m cranky when I haven’t had my dinner. This is cool news.
Via @IMAO_.
NASA has selected Starship to land the first astronauts on the lunar surface since the Apollo program! We are humbled to help @NASAArtemis usher in a new era of human space exploration → https://t.co/Qcuop33Ryz pic.twitter.com/GN9Tcfqlfp
— SpaceX (@SpaceX) April 16, 2021
BEHOLD! FROZEN DREAMS is now available in hardcover.
This was the thing I was talking about yesterday. I can’t really talk about anything else about it, though. Suffice it to say that with FROZEN DREAMS in hardcover I am, once again, blazing a trail through the wild lands of self-publishing. Tell all your friends!
April 15, 2021
A bit from my expansion of Le Roi Est Mort.
Working on this some. It was that kind of night.
Patreon!All of California — poor, battered, bloodied California — mourns. From the sleepless factory towns of Castagne Steel to the dusty hamlets of Outer California, all add their howls to the heavens. In Los Angeles and San Francisco, along the spavined coasts and new badlands, the keening continues. Why, They even say that cries and lamentations can be heard in stubborn, silly Sacramento. Sacramento! Tonight, even they join the mass grief.
How can it be, howl the women at night! Tears water the ground where the Society matrons gather; some kneel in prayer to whoever might listen, other wail their anguish at the yellow-dusty sky. Their husbands show more decorum, keeping their anger at the tragic news cinched in tight, like they are Castagne Steel Company’s steam-boilers fed too much coal. You hear rumors that here and there some of the lower classes have snapped under the strain of grief, and lashed out with hand or foot or knife, the poor fellows. You hope that these rumors are untrue, but you feel pity for their plight. You tell yourself that it is not their fault, really: for the Golden Emperor is dead.
E-Racing tonight!
I find the Penny Arcade racing stream remarkably soothing, honestly. Also, often funny. They say some very funny stuff on the Twitch stream, too.
04/15/21 Snippet, PROCESSING DUTY.
Gotta get cracking on various things.
Patreon!We found the hole.
Strike that: I found the hole. Jack had nothing to do with it. He should have been the one to find it, too. It was near his apartment, and the damn hole was almost causing a draft.
I growled about that a little, but Jack’s apartment was at the edge of the residential part of the Site. He didn’t have many neighbors, and half the apartments around him were just empty rooms. Ginnie nodded when she and I — and, oh, Jack — looked at the blueprints. “Yeah, they roughed these out in ‘58,” she said. “Remember the construction?”
“Before my time,” muttered Jack.
“I can sleep through anything, Ginnie,” I said. “They expecting more staff?”
“Yeah,” said Ginnie. “Or maybe The Big One. I hear they’re putting nuclear shelters everywhere now.”
“What, here?” I said. “This is a hell of a place to put a nuke shelter. I mean, all things considered.”
“Maybe they figure we’re used to the dangers of radiation.” Ginnie shrugged.
Working on something involving FROZEN DREAMS.
No, not a movie deal for FROZEN DREAMS or anything like that. I wish. Something else, which would be kinda cool. Not able to talk about it yet, though. Keep watching the skies…
Tweet of the Day, Excuse Me, I Thought This Was AMERICA edition.
I mean, yeah, dude’s gotta pay for the pole. That wasn’t his pole to smash through. But he could send in the cash for it… what? Well, obviously he can’t write a check, can he? Dude’s on the lam! Sheesh.
Daytona Beach Police are searching for the person who drove through a drawbridge crossing arm and jumped the bridge as it was rising into the air.
— WSVN 7 News (@wsvn) April 15, 2021
STORY: https://t.co/ywAkfRhCom pic.twitter.com/52hw0knTB0
Via @SonnyBunch.
