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February 19, 2021
5 days to go on the MYTHIC Subscription Drive Kickstarter!
MYTHIC got funded, so I’m looking forward to it. We need more indy magazines. Also note: I have not placed any stories with this publisher and don’t have any submitted. I mean, I probably should, but it’s not like I don’t have anything else to do right now. I need an assistant. And a dedicated workspace for self-publishing. Ooh, and grab me a pony while you’re down there?
What kind of day was it?
It was the kind of day where this was probably the best thing I wrote today:
There once was a lass in Nantucket
— Ogiel (Moe Lane) (@Ogiel23) February 19, 2021
Who kept her pet clam in a bucket
But she hailed from Innsmouth
A town much farther south
So either way don’t go and **** it.
All @NightValeRadio‘s fault, although in retrospect I possibly shouldn’t have started by rewriting the first limerick ever so slightly. I make no apologies for the proper* limerick afterward, though. I flatter myself that it’s not half bad for a first draft.
Moe Lane
*If it’s not filthy – or at least dirty – then it’s not a proper limerick.
02/19/21 Snippet, GHOSTS ON AN ALIEN WIND.
Stress vomiting! Feel the excitement!
Patreon!The medics told me that I ended up saving four of them. I’m not going to lie; I was grateful one of them was Rubicon. Any life saved is worth it, but him dying? That could have been bad.
The burn itself wasn’t so bad — it was just a jarring, full-body bruise that the medical staff could handle, once they had time — but getting power was the easy part. Getting control meant aching wrists and ankles as I shoved the hauler into something resembling stability. Amalgamation tech is very good, very intuitive, but whoever designed never thought about conditions like this. The two internal computers were worse than useless, and for five horrible seconds I thought they were going to override my manual controls and blast the hauler straight into the ground.
But their own confusion (or possibly, agonized internal screaming) meant that the failsafes wouldn’t let them take control just yet, and the fuzz I could now hear with almost painful clarity in the empty cockpit gave me enough clues to the space around me that I could align myself in a relatively straight path and and reasonably correct angle. And once the computers had ten seconds of decent data to work with… everything was fine. The hauler evened out, the emergency lights went off, and the creak of metal was conspicuous with its sudden absence. We were on a clear and smooth glidepath to home, and there wasn’t a thing I had to do besides throw up again. And let me tell you: this time it was from stress.
Tweet of the Day, You Either Know What This Is… edition.
…or you don’t.
I need a good Scorched Earth emulator.
— Ogiel (Moe Lane) (@Ogiel23) February 19, 2021
In the E-Mail: Nephilim: Corruption.
Nephilim: Corruption might not be my usual style, but I’m willing to give it a shot on the principle that demons in space at least deserves a look-see. Also: the thematic mixing implicit in “A Christian Space Princess Novel” is not exactly something I can disapprove of, is it? I mean, the stuff I write is just as cross-genre. Added to the ‘to-read’ list.
February 18, 2021
The @HPLHS “FUNDRAISER TO PRESERVE LOVECRAFT’S LETTERS TO LONG.”
Short version: there’s a bunch of correspondence between HP Lovecraft and Frank Belknap Long that’s for sale by a private collector. The HPL Historical Society, among others, naturally takes the position that this belongs in a museum; and so they’re trying to put up twenty grand to help buy the correspondence and donate it to Brown University’s existing Lovecraft collection of letters. Here’s the link to help contribute to that.
02/18/21 Snippet, GHOSTS ON AN ALIEN WIND.
Vroom!
Patreon!I’ve mentioned before that you couldn’t fly too crazy-fast on 118-G-002, right? Try it, and the planetary transport system shuts you down. And that’s true, except there’s one thing you can fly free, and that’s ballistically. Set up your arc, hit maximum speed, and shut everything down just before the system takes your hauler over.
It’s a rare oversight of Amalgamation tech. What we think happens is, the transport system decides then that you’re either an asteroid, enemy ship, or broken vehicle. The first two are problems for the planetary defense grid and the third gets handled by emergency services. Only, guess what? Both were slagged beyond repair on 118-G-002, so by the time the transport system works that all out you’re on your downward descent and braking like you’re about to crash-land in Hell. Because if you don’t, you will.
Done right, and you can pretty much go anywhere on the planet real fast. Do it wrong, and you may end up as just another crater on the ground. As a philosopher once said: I don’t recommend it, mind. But it can be done. And when six human lives are on the line, you give it your best shot. There aren’t many humans out here on the Tomb Worlds, so we try not to waste them. Company policy.
Penny Arcade e-race tonight! (Sans sponsorship, alas.)
The sponsorship had contracted for four cars, four weeks, and that ended last week. Tonight’s is more or less the last race of the season; next week there’s a silly car race, and they start the new one two weeks from now. I’ll know then if I’ll be doing a sponsorship under the new rates. In the mean time… I’ve kind of gotten into watching the races. They’re fun. Some good folks doing ’em, too.
https://www.twitch.tv/pennyarcade 11:30 PM Eastern, tonight.
Live feed of Perseverance Landing.
3:55 PM Eastern time today. Here we go…
(h/T: Geeks Are Sexy)
