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November 20, 2020
Drank margaritas and watched THE MANDALORIAN…
…and that was probably a good idea on both fronts. Oh, and I started putting together the new Backerkit for the new Kickstarter. Because it’s been a long week and I needed to do some things that were just things.
In the Mail: Steven Spielberg Director’s Collection.
At twenty bucks the Steven Spielberg Director’s Collection is frankly a steal. I might have paid twenty just for the Blu-ray of DUEL; having that and E.T. and JAWS in one package was irresistible. Plus, this sale ain’t happening forever.
Day 20, TINSEL RAIN NaNoWriMo: 41246/60000
Went well, although I’m going to need that extra 20 grand in wordcount to make this book coherent when it’s done. Also: margaritas! I wrote before I drank, don’t worry. But the week I had more or less required a discreet amount of tequila.
Patreon!“I thought the bishop wasn’t involved in what Brigham was doing. He didn’t mention anything about a cellar.”
“That’s right, he didn’t,” I agreed as I started levering up the lid of a crate. “You remember the first Rule of the Shamus?”
Graciella started to reply, then burst out in a coughing fit. I looked back; the poor girl had managed to stir up a cloud of dust, and was starting to sneeze. There really was a lot of dust in the cellar, wasn’t there?
I turned my attention back to the crate. The nails were in there pretty good. “So, yeah, the first Rule of the Shamus: everybody lies. Sometimes it’s a lie of commission, like ‘Why, that strayed sheep Brigham ran off to the wicked big city all on his own!’ And then there’s a lie of omission, like – ah, here we go.” I levered open the crate, and found what I expected to find, all metallic and dully gleaming in the half-gloom.
Graciella wandered over, and whistled at all those sword blanks. “Yeah,” I said. “Then there’s the ‘Oh, Shamus, I completely forgot to tell you that Brigham was helping us run arms to the diehards.’”
Tweet of the Day, Screw It, I’m Gonna Go Commit War Crimes For The Gipper edition.
I have my limits. Currently downloading Battle.net so I can download Call of Duty Black Ops: Cold War ASAP. And I’m not even good at shooters.
I hope it was literally all of them. All of the indie game budgets. To get every hair on his perfect head just right. https://t.co/c8a7LUyUBZ pic.twitter.com/32nHmJey9i
— Sonny Bunch (@SonnyBunch) November 20, 2020
November 19, 2020
The CYBERPUNK 2077 gameplay trailer.
The current release date for CYBERPUNK 2077 is December 10, supposedly. We’ll see. Personally, I’m wondering how close to Queen of the Girl Scouts I can get my character. You’d assume not very, but my Geralts were all squeaky clean in the Witcher games, so I have some hopes of subverting the genre here, too.
The A DISTURBANCE IN THE FORCE trailer.
…yes, it’s a documentary of the Star Wars Holiday Special. Don’t know when it’s coming out, though.
They’re promising that A DISTURBANCE IN THE FORCE isn’t just gonna whale on the show itself; the idea is to tell about how the entire thing got started and made. Which will probably whale upon the show itself, but that’s all right. I’ve never actually seen it, myself; I probably will, once George Lucas is dead. Whether or not I’m doing that out of forbearance, or anticipatory spite towards his shade, is left for the reader to decide.
New content coming for STAR WARS: SQUADRONS.
This’ll please my eldest: a new map and ship items for STAR WARS: SQUADRONS drops next week for free. And, next month… the B-Wing and Tie Defender. Also for free, which mildly surprises me. I remember flying a Defender quite well in the old game, and if anything might* have convinced me to authorize household expenditures, it would have been that. But no, EA is giving out free stuff. I wo… no, I shall be nice. Well done, EA. Well done.
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*’Might.’ How droll of me.
Day 19, TINSEL RAIN NaNoWriMo: 39208/60000.
Back in the saddle again! And almost at 40K words, too. Things are still on the beam.
Patreon!“I’m just trying to get by,” the enchanter whined. “Most of the stuff I… found… it works fine. What’s the big deal?”
It’s hard to tell when Foster’s pissed, for real. Or maybe she just doesn’t ever stop being pissed, and sometimes doesn’t feel like hiding it. “You really gonna go with that? ‘What’s the big deal?’ What, the fact you got pulled into this station isn’t maybe a clue how much crap you’re wading in right now? You’re one bad answer away from getting dunked the rest of the way, pal. It ain’t no skin off my nose if you take the fall for all of this. It’d make the file nice and clean, too.”
Gannon isn’t usually the Good Cop, but he knows the lines. “Now, Lieutenant,” he gently chided, “let’s not rush into this. We should give Mister Pickney here a chance to think about what he’s done. And maybe what other people have done, hmm? I’m sure a few minutes won’t hurt the files any.”
“Five,” said Foster flatly. “He gets five minutes to get his head on a damn swivel. God, I’m sick of the sight of him.” She stormed out of the interview room… and right into the observation room with me.
She tossed me a glare. “You gonna critique my performance?”
I considered it for a second. “Nah. It was pretty solid, honestly. Extra points for ‘head on a swivel,’ in fact. I didn’t know you were into the Lore.”
“Extra credit on the Flatfoot exam. How fast is Joe gonna get him to break loose, you think?”
“Three of your five minutes, tops.” I looked through the glass. “This guy, he ain’t what I’d call real brave. But he’s smart enough to take the hint that it’s time to give King’s Evidence. I don’t like him for making the Seeking Raven, though.”
