Moe Lane's Blog, page 843
September 19, 2020
‘Pirates in England.’
Pirates in England, Michael Longcor (Can’t get Norman & Saxon on Amazon anymore)
ARRRRRRRR.
It be International Talk Like A Pirate Day, me hearties! Me gamin’ mates and me, we reveled in the holli-day wi’ a special session where we played the Pirates Who Didn’t Do Anything. There were fights, and captains tossed in the brink, and sirens, and many, many cabbages consigned to a cruel fate, by the powers! And did we die?
YES*!
Arrrrrr.
Moe Lane
*At least I did. I got traded a golden cursed idol in exchange for my pants; and I promptly named him Claude and got a stick to put him on so he could see. We were last seen walking into the water to give Claude back to the Sea Queen, but that was OK because I was really a Sidhe all along.
…So that all looks a little weirder when I write it out like that.
The DC Fandome Superman Radio Drama revival.
Listening to FanDome’s Superman Radio Show now. It’s fun! Although GeekTyrant is correct; the sound quality needs a little work*. And I wasn’t aware how remarkably mad-sciency Jor-El was in the original. But I’m always up for a good Superman story.
*The ads might be annoying, too.
Book of the Week: SHADOW AND LIGHT.
In the middle of reading Peter Sartucci’s SHADOW AND LIGHT. It’s quite good; sword-and-sorcery with engaging characters and excellent worldbuilding. The algorithm kept recommending it to me, and I am alarmed that the algorithm apparently knows what it’s talking about.
09/19/2020 Snippet, THE THING IN MY HIP FLASK.
Back to the matter at hand.
Patreon!Half of me wishes now I had said something cutting before turning and leaving, or even said anything at all; the other half of me still thinks that it would have been a tremendous risk, although I cannot articulate exactly why, or how. But I did turn to leave — and got a nasty shock in surprise; the other people in the fraternity house had somehow quietly crept up the stairs behind me. They stood in the hallway, now giving me the same idly nihilistic expressions that Clark and Bob did.
It was not bravery but fear that propelled me forward to move past that crowd. To move seemed less dreadful than to stay, and be in the presence of whatever practices were going on inside the bathroom; and I privately vowed that, should one of these people touch me, I would throw myself through the window and take my chances with the ground below. But they moved to let me pass by, layering burden after greasy burden of tension on my shoulders that did not begin to lift until I heard the front door of the house shut behind me.
There were bushes still more or less unaffected by whatever hideous bacchanalia took place that weekend; I threw up over the closest convenient one, then almost fell to my knees as the vomit turned into a hacking coughing fit which ended with a bloody nose, and a taste of horror in my mouth. It took the entire bottle of water bought from a local convenience store to wash out that taste, and later three washings to fumigate my clothes before I gave up and simply threw them away. I gave serious consideration to shaving my head.
I never saw Clark and Bob again; neither did I see again their companion, whose name… eludes me. I certainly never went anywhere near that fraternity house, assuming that it is still even there. Even in my present circumstances I hear rumors which suggest that my staying away was wise.
September 18, 2020
The schedule was… odd, tonight.
Not gonna lie: I was mostly mucking about with Conan Exiles’ new expansion. I want to build me a treehouse! Just for the fun of it, and all that. And tonight gave an excellent excuse to get on with that.
Tweet of the Day, I WANT TO BELIEVE edition.
I well and truly do. The original voices are nice. But we’ve all gotten so old!
IT'S FINALLY REAL. https://t.co/UvTZtYHzz2
— Joe Cunningham (@JoePCunningham) September 18, 2020
September 17, 2020
‘Mr. Blue Sky.’
My kid wanted me to know about this song today. Clearly, this is a teenager who will find the mid-career Beatles most fascinating. And then… THE TRAVELING WILBURYS. Yesssss….
