Moe Lane's Blog, page 837
November 8, 2020
11/08/20 Update, TALES FROM THE FERMI RESOLUTION Kickstarter.
10 days to go on the TALES FROM THE FERMI RESOLUTION Kickstarter! If things go well, I think I can manage to do Backerkit. It would definitely be helpful, at least. But if not, I’m sure we’ll muddle through somehow.
Day 8, TINSEL RAIN NaNoRimo: 19051/60000.
The Lore isn’t just movies.
Patreon!As the ambassador’s vehicle began to descend, I looked around. But there didn’t seem to be anybody else quite ready to say the words. That was fine: Shamuses are here to do the dirty jobs. So I began to recite.
My Old American is pretty good, but I know this one by heart. Every Shamus in New California does. Why not? It was one of us who ‘wrote’ it, after all. It’s amazing what you can find in the Lore, all nice and available and ready to have the serial numbers filed off.
How do we hate thee? Let us count the ways.
We hate you for the slaves you find and catch,
The lives you blight, the mages that you snatch
For your ends so wicked, full of disgrace.
We hate you for how you seek to take and raze
All other realms, to build your land of fright.
We hate you freely, for your noxious might.
We hate you purely, with most righteous rage.
We hate you with the taste of your abuse
Fresh in our mouths; it tests our kingdom’s faith.
We hate you with a strength we shall not lose
As years go on. We hate with all our breaths,
Words, deeds, for all our lives; and, if we might choose,
We shall but hate you still past your realm's death.*
I timed it right; I got it all out before the ambassador even touched down. Dory gave me a side look. “What did I say about the umbrella, Shamus?” she said.
“Somebody’s got to tell them they ain’t welcome here, Dory,” I replied. “Even if it’s under his breath.” Then I plastered on a fake smile for the ambassador, just like everybody else.
(*Filk of Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s Sonnet 43, of course)
RIP, Alex Trebek.
Very sad news.
Jeopardy! is saddened to share that Alex Trebek passed away peacefully at home early this morning, surrounded by family and friends. Thank you, Alex. pic.twitter.com/Yk2a90CHIM
— Jeopardy! (@Jeopardy) November 8, 2020
Jeopardy! was one of the game shows that my family regularly watched, growing up (along with Wheel of Fortune). He was a good dude and I am very sorry for his loss. My prayers for his family and loved ones.
Moe Lane
The AMONG US Fan Film.
AMONG US is cute, and just the right length. Any longer, and it might have gotten tedious. But as a short film it works really well, even if you don’t play the game (I don’t, but my kids did).
Patreon Microfiction: ‘The Great Krakatoa Implosion of 1883.’
Yeah, never mind about ‘The Great Krakatoa Implosion of 1883.’ It was actually no big deal. Don’t worry about it. Seriously. I don’t even know what got into me, honestly.
Patreon!November 7, 2020
Book of the Week: Hunting Four Horsemen.
I’m picking Jim Geraghty’s HUNTING FOUR HORSEMEN because it’s on preorder and I want to. Also, I need to catch up with Jim. He’s published I think three novels by now and currently I’m on one, with another in the alpha reader stage and a third being written. Need to keep on trucking, there…
The Rather Bloody BLOOD VESSEL trailer.
BLOOD VESSEL actually reminds me of a story I mean to write. Vaguely.
Hrm. Maybe I should write it for Christmas?
11/07/20 Update, TALES FROM THE FERMI RESOLUTION Kickstarter.
Weekends. What are ya gonna do? We’re approaching the ten day mark on the TALES FROM THE FERMI RESOLUTION Kickstarter, and everything is still going well. Mind you, the only way it’d stop going well is if the Kickstarter got canceled, but everything is, as they say, copacetic.
Thank goodness.
Day 7, TINSEL RAIN NaNoWriMo: 17000/60000.
I have a sad: there’s a minor character later in this chapter who I now don’t want to kill off. But she must! Even if I wrote her an excellent introduction. Perhaps I should change her last name to ‘Darling.’
Patreon!There were five folders in front of me. Five folders, five lives, five deaths. All of it, all of them, turned into a few pieces of paper. I doubted any of ‘em expected to end up here, but they never do.
I normally treat orders from the Flatfoots as well-meaning suggestions, but Foster sounded serious enough that I decided that right away meant just that. Captain Gannon was still in the office when I got there, but that didn’t mean anything. He liked to work late and his wife didn’t mind, since she was his secretary and it meant more overtime for her.
We went through the usual bits of small and trash talk while I poured us both drinks, but he wasn’t feeling the mood tonight. “It wasn’t a great time, Tom,” he said as he passed over the files. “But the word came down: there aren’t any mages in Cin City, so there can’t be any mage wars in Cin City. Simple as that.”
“That bad, huh?” I started to flip through the files.
“It got worse as it went on,” Gannon said. “We’re still not sure we found all the victims. I mean, it’s a big city, right?”
