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January 15, 2021
Annnnnnd the house repairs are done!
Two bathrooms and the wall of my eldest kid’s room. Pipe replacement, replacement of ceiling fans, cleaning out and treating the wooden supports, and replacement of the drywall. They also fixed our toilet paper dispenser, but that kind of was by accident; I think that guy who put the bathroom back together didn’t realize it was like that when the project started. I’d call it a victory, except that we’ve used these contractors before and have a good relationship with them. I may even call Monday and offer to slip them an extra ten bucks for the job.
My schedule was still shot today, so regular posting resumes tomorrow.
In the mail: @HPLHS Swag!
Specifically, the Dark Adventure Radio Theater prop binder and a Miskatonic University T-Shirt. Oddly, I don’t really have any Miskatonic U stuff. Which is weird, honestly. The binder’s because they’ve switched over to a model where they send you a CD sleeve with the DART itself, plus all the props that they put into a DART, and put that all in a binder sheet. And I needed the prop binder because my DARTS are out of control. Once I get paper CD sleeves for the radio plays themselves, the consolidation of my DART collection will be a wonder to behold.
January 14, 2021
Kind of shrugged off today.
It’s not been the best week. Nothing horrible, per se, but a lot of distractions. The leak we had stretched over three floors and two bathrooms, and even though the repair job is straightforward it’s still been kind of loud. But hopefully they’ll be done tomorrow!
Tweet of the Day, …Huh. That IS The Demographic I Want To Sell To edition.
There are "drivers" getting real sponsorship deals in our pretend racing league and I could not be happier. https://t.co/DKxXMXmtEn
— Gabe (@cwgabriel) January 14, 2021
And this is a pretty good logo:
I wonder what the rates are?
Moe Lane
Jimmie Bise went and Wrote A Thing.
It’s called One Hungry Werewolf. Monstrous rhymes, apparently. It’s not out yet, so keep an eye out. I will be.
Blue Origin launch today.
Supposedly 10:45 EST, but it doesn’t look like it’s on time?
Ach, well, it’s space stuff. Anyway, this is the New Shepard rocket, which will eventually be for tourism purposes. Jeff Bezos isn’t quite ready yet to let Elon Musk be the only guy out there with a private manned space program. And, as always, I applaud this battle of egos, and encourage both of them to keep it up.
Heck, get some more billionaires in on this. You know what would REALLY demonstrate your personal glory, ladies and gentlemen of the hyper-rich? Asteroid mining. Think about it.
January 13, 2021
01/13/21 Snippet, THE FALL OF THE KINGDOM OF COAHUILA.
Less done on this than I’d like, but it was that kind of day.
Patreon!Bailey made pretty good time before it got too hot to keep on going and he had to find a decent enough place out of the sun to rest, and maybe even take a quick doze. And there was one; a half-enclosed, half filled in arroyo just big enough for a couple of horses and a small wagon. He could tell because that’s what was there, along with a trio of men. And these were keeping better watch than Jimmy had; it was just blind luck a horse had neighed at something or other in time to warn Bailey.
Once he did see them, Bailey crawled — very carefully — to a spot where he could get a decent view with his spyglass. It wasn’t good news; the three men had the look of soldiers. They were dressed in Royalist grey uniforms and carried Enfields; their tack and gear looked in good order. If these fellows are deserters, Bailey thought, it was just now. But he figured these three Royalist soldiers were out here to meet with a Royalist spy. A dead spy, but they probably didn’t know that yet.
Bailey considered his options. Shooting all three of them could be done, but it’d be bad odds. Plugging one would be simple, but the other two would have opinions about being next, and they had longer guns than he did. No point getting two if the third got him. But if Bailey just kept going, he’d never find out why they were there. What mischief could those three get up to, on the frontier?
01/13/21 Snippet, GHOST OF THE DEVIL-HORSE.
Action!
Patreon!When you hear about skeletons coming out of the ground, you subconsciously expect them to do it nice and slow. Not these things; they ripped themselves out of their mass grave with clods of dirt and stones flying everywhere, their bones crackling with purple-green flames. Raw magic, harsh and already starting to discharge.
We might have all died on the spot if it wasn’t for Yuri. The first skeleton was gathering to leap upon us when a steel chest smashed through its ribcage and scattered its bones. The orc didn’t wait to see the result; he charged the skeletons, screaming an invocation of the Magdalene as he ran. Magic exploded all around him as he swung a mace in wild sweeps.
That was time enough for the rest of us, barely. I muttered quick shield cantrips as I shook loose my bullwhip: there was a short-sword at my belt, but for this I wanted something with a bit more reach. Besides, it’s traditional.
