Moe Lane's Blog, page 745
April 4, 2021
04/04/21 Snippet, PROCESSING DUTY.
Sherlock and Watson, they ain’t.
Patreon!“So why me?” Jack asked as we headed to the rooms where we keep the organic stuff. His voice was getting better, although he still had that Midwest rasp from before. “I’m no gumshoe.”
“I ain’t one either, Jack,” I said as I opened one particular door. “But somebody let those damned things out, and since one was stuck on your face I figure it wasn’t you. I wanna make sure I got somebody who won’t sabotage the investigation.”
Jack brightened. “Yeah, Slugger, that makes sense,” he said, although I didn’t care for hearing the surprise in his mouth. I’m big but I ain’t dumb. I made it out of Korea, didn’t I? And it wasn’t just because I could make a BAR sing.
I decided letting it bug me wasn’t real smart, so instead I started calling out into what looked like an empty room. Well, except for all the crates. “Hey! Dizzy! You around?” I didn’t hear anything right away, and that made my fingers twitch for my old BAR, a little. Silly to worry, but when you’re in a room full of things for the Queue, worrying ain’t silly at all.
04/04/21 Revisions, Morgan Barod.
Finished Chapters 4 through 6. Had to find Chapter 6 first, though, because it was unaccountably visiting Chapter 10 for some reason. Oops…
Tweet of the Day, …Soon edition.
Wasn’t prepared for this emotional journey. pic.twitter.com/qc34pbcRZ7
— Dan Diamond (@ddiamond) April 3, 2021
Via @tomabella.
Patreon Microfiction: Reset Button.
Like many modern people, I grapple with the concept of an afterlife. Reset Button is one of those grapples. One wishes to be useful…
Patreon!Happy Easter! He is Risen.
11 Now Mary stood outside the tomb crying. As she wept, she bent over to look into the tomb 12 and saw two angels in white, seated where Jesus’ body had been, one at the head and the other at the foot.
13 They asked her, “Woman, why are you crying?”
“They have taken my Lord away,” she said, “and I don’t know where they have put him.” 14 At this, she turned around and saw Jesus standing there, but she did not realize that it was Jesus.
15 He asked her, “Woman, why are you crying? Who is it you are looking for?”
Thinking he was the gardener, she said, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him.”
16 Jesus said to her, “Mary.”
She turned toward him and cried out in Aramaic, “Rabboni!” (which means “Teacher”).
17 Jesus said, “Do not hold on to me, for I have not yet ascended to the Father. Go instead to my brothers and tell them, ‘I am ascending to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.’”
18 Mary Magdalene went to the disciples with the news: “I have seen the Lord!” And she told them that he had said these things to her.
April 3, 2021
Book of the Week: Justice Wing: Plan, Prototype, Produce, Perfect (re-upped).
Eric Burns-White had a rather alarming afternoon involving a collapsing ceiling (he avoided major injury), so I’m putting up his Justice Wing: Plan, Prototype, Produce, Perfect again. Every little bit helps, hey?
The new BLACK WIDOW trailer.
July 9th.
It probably won’t end properly, but that’s life for ya.
Moe Lane
PS: Absolutely I am seeing this in theaters. We’re putting everything back the way it was, as much as we can. That means movies in theaters.
04/03/21 Snippet, PROCESSING DUTY.
I think that the 1950s and 1960s would not be entirely impressed with the monsters of the 1970s and 1980s.
Patreon!Could’ve been worse: at least nobody died. People usually don’t from Runners, if you can get ‘em to the doc in time and get ‘em the antidote for the eggs. What? Oh, yeah, Runners stick eggs in you. If they hatch… kablooey. That’s why the Site usually gets sent the eggs already pickled in brine, when we get ‘em alive at all. Me, I’d just have people take a flamethrower to the filthy things, but everybody just loves to send us all their worst stuff. Makes it our problem, not theirs — and they got the paperwork to prove it. You get used to it.
Anyway, including Jack we had four people in the infirmary, which was a real busy night for our section. Oh, and one of them was Morton. He was looking even more like a mole than usual. Not like a Russian spy, like a real mole: short, fat, big schnoz. He was so out of it from the painkillers, he didn’t even wake up when me and the doc had to deal with a Runner that hadn’t quite died when we yanked it off another victim. Those little bugs can move.
“What the hell, Slugger?” the doctor asked me, when the last Runner was off and spiked. He had prescribed me, him, and the nurse a nerve relaxant; he had just enough ice for the three of us. “You guys decided to celebrate Easter early?”
04/03/21 Revisions, MORGAN BAROD.
Two chapters down! And I may get another one in today, depending on how the rest of the day goes. Various deadlines and whatnot. I also need to establish the throughline for the book that I acquired for it, somewhat after I started writing it. Outlines are your friend…
