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November 24, 2020
The Vision Layers: Creating Accessible Updates for Tabletop RPGs Kickstarter.
I didn’t get Vision Layers: Creating Accessible Updates for Tabletop RPGs for me: I don’t need it. But once it was pointed out to me that there are a few fairly simple things you can do with PDFs so that they’re more accessible to people with vision or reading problems, I could see how handy it’d be to offer that. I checked with the creator, and he’s working on putting together a donation option, so I figure I can just pledge and give my copy to somebody who needs it. Every little bit helps.
Tweet of the Day, You Can SEE The Approaching Trainwreck edition.
Our modern culture is actually capable of accomplishing many difficult artistic tasks. Remaking IT’S A WONDERFUL LIFE ain’t one of ’em.
Pete Davidson to lead all-star version of 'It's a Wonderful Life' https://t.co/ccMQiWdBdT pic.twitter.com/YzyRZ6fwZC
— New York Post (@nypost) November 24, 2020
The good news? It’s only going to be a table read. The bad news? There was nobody present to say Hey. Maybe we should do, I don’t know, SCROOGED instead. Table-reading that would have been something within our societal capacity.
November 23, 2020
Reduced posting this week.
It’s Thanksgiving week, my wife and I have a (rare) Thanksgiving dinner of our own to plan, and all of my free time is getting sucked into getting the NaNoWriMo draft done. It’s not really a ‘vacation,’ per se, but I should try at least to feel less sad about doing content this week. I might even try to get to bed to earlier – nah, that’s crazy talk.
Day 23, TINSEL RAIN NaNoWriMo: 47328/60000.
Technically, the number is 50,000, so I could technically finish tomorrow or Wednesday. Realistically, it should be 80,000 but that’s really hard to do in a month without special training and no distractions. 60,000 is at about the height of my current prowess.
But I did write the ending today. Now we start throwing piles of words at places that I skipped over the first time!
Patreon!(I can’t post the end because spoilers, so here’s an earlier bit.)
“So, what do we do about the crates?” Graciella asked me when we locked up again.
“I’ll let the bishop know the address,” I told her. “I figure he can deal with it from there.”
Graciella stopped and looked at me. “Wait. That’s it? Why?”
“Why wouldn’t I? This lead’s gone cold, and Bishop Cooper is gonna want to know where the stuff is.” I looked at her, puzzled. “You get that he didn’t know the exact location of the cellar, right? If he had, he would’ve told us the address.”
“But he didn’t tell us about the cellar at all!”
“Like I said earlier: it’s a lie of omission. You can’t get sore when a client lies to you, Graciella. Pissed? Sure. Mad? Sometimes, depending on what the lie is. But sore? It’s like getting sore at the sunset.”
“Okay, I get that.” I wasn’t sure if she had, but I’d worry about that later. Graciella went on, “But what about the cops?”
“What about them? What, you think they care if the Mormons ship swords and chainmail north? You think I do? That stuff is gonna end up being used on Badlands desperados and Dominion patrols. Which is, like, totally awesome, to quote the barbies.
“Now, if they were going to end up on the street here, the cops would have an opinion,” I conceded. “But the sooner they’re out of the cellar and on their way north to ruin some bad guy’s day, the happier we’d all be. Besides: if I don’t tell the cops, then they didn’t know. They kind of treasure their ignorance about this sort of thing.”
November 22, 2020
Kind of busy weekend this weekend.
A combination of getting Backerkit ready and trying to catch up on all the first edits for TALES FROM THE FERMI RESOLUTION. And Thanksgiving week is gonna be weird this year, because I don’t know how much stuff the teachers are going to make the kids do before their half-days are over. If it was a normal month, I’d expect them not to be doing anything. As it is… :shrug:
But we go on. Have a good week this week, folks. Even if it gets aggravating. Things do continue on.
Day 22, TINSEL RAIN NaNoWriMo: 45293/60000
I have no shame.
Patreon!The first hint we got that something was wrong was when Estela put her key in the door… and the door promptly fell over, revealing the disarray within. The cop who had come up with us had her shortsword out at that just as quickly as I had slipped on my brass knuckles. We didn’t know what was going on here, but something obviously had happened. And maybe it was still happening?
Well, that we could resolve in the first few minutes: the apartment was abandoned. And in an absolute state. The place had been thoroughly trashed: furniture overturned, dressers opened, wreckage everywhere. I’ve seen bar brawls that didn’t have this much aftermath.
Estela looked around, shook her head, and said, “I don’t need to tell you this isn’t normal, surely?”
“No, ma’am, you don’t,” said the cop as she checked closets and cabinets for… I don’t know. Corpses, clues, the Treasure of the Rodeo Drive? A minute later, the cop leaned over and whispered to me, “How did she know my name, Shamus?”
I bit back a smile, and just shrugged.
Patreon Microfiction: ‘And Yet, Here It Is.’
Personally, if I was in the ‘And Yet, Here It Is’ universe I wouldn’t want the MacGuffin. It just doesn’t seem safe, you know what I mean? You just wouldn’t know what it might do.
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