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March 22, 2021
Tweet of the Day, Now This Is Some Quality Sh… atnerposting edition.
Happy birthday, William Shatner!
A happy 90th birthday to actor William Shatner, perhaps best known to audiences as Alexei in The Brothers Karamazov (Richard Brooks, 1958). pic.twitter.com/wTb08xMfcl
— Andy Miller (@i_am_mill_i_am) March 22, 2021
Via @BrianFaughnan.
March 21, 2021
‘Baba Yetu.’
Baba Yetu, Peter Hollens featuring Malukah
03/21/21 Snippet, MARKET DAY AT THE PECZ.
Gore!
Patreon!There was still a skirmish going on inside the PECZ council house; Janet was somewhat relieved to see that her side was winning, but it had gotten bloody before the Big Bells had started tipping the balance against the cultists. And they definitely were cultists; the ones who weren’t dead were coughing up bloody splinters, which probably hurt just as badly as it looked.
Janet didn’t give a damn, except the usual mental reminder to get some bonfires going afterward. Better safe than sorry. And then she saw Elizabeth’s boyfriend Lee was of the same opinion, because he was using a ghoulsticker to make sure of the bloody-mouthed cultists. Janet stopped, reasonably out of range, and said, “How bad, Guardian Lee?”
One of the cultists seemed to treat that question like it was a signal to stop faking death and attack. Lee’s spear snaked out, punching a hole through the cultist’s guts; even then, the cultist kept trying to move up the shaft until the crosspiece stop her. Lee leaned the cultist back down to the ground, to the accompaniment of wet pops and cracks.
“Including this bunch, we’ve counted fifteen so far,” he said.
03/21/21 Snippet, PIGEON.
Narrowing!
Patreon!There were about six people standing at the bar, and three of them I knew already. I also knew the bartender, but even if Mrs. Annie did hire werewolves she still wouldn’t let her workers drink on duty. That left three possibles: human male vaquero, halfling male prospector, human female… huh. She was wearing a shiny-bright deputy’s star. Dressed as you’d expect a wandering freelance lawman to be, too: dust-caked red leather poncho and denim jeans, with empty holsters where six-shooters and an Ansteorra knife would normally abide. Palish skin, though, with only a hint of a tan.
She was in the process of seeing off the vaquero when I sidled up to the bar. Given the stage of drunkenness that guy was in, it mostly involved reminding the guy how he just said he was leaving. As he finally staggered off, I mentally ticked him off my list — and, after a moment, ticked her off it, too. Shape-shifters might not shrivel up and die if they see silver, but they don’t like it much. Lawmen wear the star for a reason.
Patreon Microfiction: ‘White Goes First.’
Everything I had to say about ‘White Goes First,’ I’ve said already in the text. I honestly don’t feel there’s anything else to say about it. Which is odd, really.
Patreon!03/21/21 Snippet, DUNGEON CLEANING.
Pain!
Patreon!The gem on the last zombiefly was now flickering and dull; whatever magic was left in there must have been not enough to keep it flying, because it clattered to the roof, too, and started slowly scuttling towards me. I was too busy gasping out a ward spell — the kind that gets powered by your own life force when you run out of the ordinary kind of magic, which should tell you how messed up my body was right then — to do much else, but it’s not like witty banter works on the undead. It was there to finish its task, and the obnoxious thing was that this was all I was to the thing: a task. You want your death to mean something to whoever’s killing you, right? Even if it’s just, Gods but I hate the smirk on your face.
You have to hand it to whichever enchanter put it together. Though: that zombiefly kept fighting even after a dagger smacked into the back of what I suppose we could call its ‘neck.’ Not for long, but the damned thing must have had some kind of final strike spell, because it used up the last of its gem’s energy to do a leaping attack, right at my throat.
March 20, 2021
Today went better than yesterday…
…but today wasn’t entirely productive, either. Although I ran the game for my Saturday gaming group, and that was fun. Good to get some GMing in, and all that.
Hopefully I can get a lot of REAL work done tomorrow, though. It’s got to get done.
The “You gotta work through those kinds of rough patches” JAKOB’S WIFE trailer.
I was expecting something a little more… subtle. But then, the last two years have not been much for subtlety. I do feel for the husband, though. The situation is clearly complicated.
(Trailer perhaps NSFW, although what does that even mean at this point?)
Book of the Week: Liftoff.
People kept telling me to read Eric Berger’s Liftoff: Elon Musk and the Desperate Early Days That Launched SpaceX. I finally got around to reading it. It’s a hell of a book. It’s also written to be one hell of a movie, if only anybody with the right drama-to-nerd ratio can be found to make it. If you haven’t read it yet, make some time and check it out.
March 19, 2021
Sorry, folks: just not feeling it today.
I’m making an early night of it, too. I don’t need a nap: I need about ten hours’ sleep. Got wiped by the Snyder Cut, or something.
