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February 15, 2021
In the E-Mail: the 1637: THE PEACOCK THRONE E-ARC.
Well, we all know I’m a sucker for Baen E-ARCs. Hell, I’m surprised they’re not sending me a heads-up every time one that fits my buying habits becomes available. Because obviously I’m checking every couple of days.
1637: THE PEACOCK THRONE. This one is about India. It should be fun!
Zack Snyder not expecting another trip to the JUSTICE LEAGUE well.
Color me shocked. I gotta be honest, because it’s safe for me to say this, now: …why are we getting the Snyder Cut of JUSTICE LEAGUE? I’m looking forward to it, you understand. I got HBO Max just so I could watch it, although it turns out that my wife is happily chewing through all the animated DC stuff right now and my kids are down with Ben 10, so it all worked out fine — but I can’t quite figure how and why the suits decided to let Snyder take the movie apart and put it back together again.
Ach, well, maybe this is the universe where that particular million-to-one shot paid off. Don’t expect it to happen again, either. Because I dunno how they’re getting their money back.
02/15/21 Snippet, [Title TBD]
Still don’t have one!
Patreon!If Janet had been worried about whether this was a cultist — she was not — then the man’s next move would have ‘reassured’ her. The cultist reacted to his elbow getting broken with just a grunt and a lunge, his remaining hand trying to gouge at her eyes. He didn’t quite make it, but his nails raked her cheek, hard enough to draw more blood than she liked. But it left him off-balanced just enough for Janet to shove the son of a bitch into a table edge, hard enough to crack a rib. Three hard smacks to the back of the head, and suddenly the cultist was just a guy vomiting on the floor with a wrecked skull, rib, and knee.
Elizabeth had been guarding the exit with two large knives and a faint shimmer; she took a step toward Janet, but stopped when waved off. “Don’t come close!” Janet yelled. “There’s filth in the nails.”
“Poison?”
“Evil. Stay there.” Janet closed her eyes, and dug down deep, trying to feel for, well, she wasn’t sure what it was. There was something deep inside her that seemed powerful, and inclined to be helpful. And it didn’t like the stuff that was infecting her now. It really didn’t like it.
02/15/21 Snippet, GHOSTS ON AN ALIEN WIND.
Decided to write out a large block of the end and then fill out the rest. Worked, too.
Patreon!“Not just this world! Not even this… cluster of worlds, the ones ruled over by a species whose name none of us ever dare to say! Ever wonder about that, Pam? Ever try to think too hard why we don’t use the names–” he went on to say the original name of the planet, and the species who lived there. I got a little bit of a shudder when he did that, I have to admit. The names aren’t hard for human throats to say, and they’re not dreadful. Not evil.
But… “Those names, they’re not for us to use,” I replied. “We respect that. But I don’t think the original inhabitants mind us being here. We’re trying to live up to being part of the Amalgamation, the best we can.”
“That’s it!” [xxxx] practically howled. “That’s it! The Amalgamation is dead, Pam. It was murdered, and we have no idea why, how, or who. We should be dead, too. Why was humanity spared? What makes us so special, to live where other species, greater species perished?” I could see his gun barrel oscillate a little as he started to get into full rant mode — and then he stepped back from the brink, dammit. “But you know why, Pam. You should say it.”
Tweet of the Day, “…Tentacles!” edition.
Lighthouse on Lake Michigan after an ice storm pic.twitter.com/4NOzOrh9Yi
— Alex Eccleston (@AventuraObscura) February 15, 2021
Via @CalebHowe.
Moe Lane
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February 14, 2021
‘It’s All About the Pentiums.’
Got distracted doing spreadsheets.\
Happy Valentine’s Day!
We did grocery shopping for ours. The roads have been treacherous, you see, and it was a good idea for both of us to go so as to minimize the annoyance of it all. We also had a nice dinner of — I’m not sure what it was, officially. My wife took French fries and the last of the thanksgiving ham from the freezer, defrosted them, cooked them up in a skillet, heated the oven, then baked/broiled them still in the skillet with a heap of cheddar cheese on top.
Yeah, it came out real nice. No complaints from me, let me tell you. And perfect, for the kind of weather we’re having.
In the Mail: Widdershin’s WITCH HUNT.
Kickstarter reward received!
The latest installment in my favorite alt-Victorian fantasy webcomic. Yes, it’s a genre: Widdershins is easily the best I’ve read. Easily good enough that I won’t even mind linking to the store, despite the distinct lack of affiliate income…
Patreon Microfiction: ‘Long Term Plans.’
No, in fact: it did not ask first. Is that a problem? Was that wrong?
Patreon!The #snydercut JUSTICE LEAGUE trailer.
Not the countdown to the trailer, or the countdown to the countdown, or the countdown with four Ms and a silent Q. Just the JUSTICE LEAGUE trailer itself. In all of its ‘thumb in the eye of whoever you like’ glory.
Happy 214 #ZackSnydersJusticeLeague #SnyderCut #UsUnited #AFSP pic.twitter.com/c7bAjM31QS
— Zack Snyder (@ZackSnyder) February 14, 2021
