I've been awake since half-past ten in the previous night. I have a story to write and likely a nap to catch up on. Mostly because I've been conscious for eight hours and will likely be awake for more than a few more.
Because staying focussed is not my strongest point on a Sunday morning.
I should pay some attention to what I should be doing instead of getting distracted by shiny things on the interwebs.
Let's get on with this.
Let me show you “hero” the leader of the demonic army, the one you swore to kill, the demon king Drakornia Manafesto. Or you can call him by his formal title “Country of Gloria FIRST HERO” -- Anon Guest
They say every hero is someone's villain. Perhaps every villain is someone's hero. It's hard to imagine some of History's villains in that light. Perhaps Vlad the Impaler was kind to children and loved playing with kittens. Perhaps Jack the Ripper doted on
Read more »Mayhem doesn't have to work today, so that leaves a day-long time window open. Yay! Which of course means that I'm destined for the outskirts of Logan to visit MeMum and sort out her tech nonsense.
I knew I'd have to wake up really early in the AM in order to have my day job done today, so being awake at quarter to four is no big deal for me.
For those of you wondering about the prawns - we did pack
Read more »Read more »Several humans were starting to get more than just a little annoyed at constantly being called insane. Even at school, when their kids would goof off during breaks or if the kids were in the park playing, others treated them as though they were mind-damaged. When they joined the Galactic Alliance, they thought they would be treated like equals, but instead, they find that they tend to be treated like savages even by other Deathworlders. Sometimes the view that, simply because they
Mayhem's back to work today, and I am the designated driver. Tomorrow, I head off to MeMum's to advise new computer nonsense and attempt to save her files after her last compy got nuked.
I am definitely advising a portable drive so any further file nuking can be avoided.
It's almost ten o'clock. What I need to do is get some street-plausible clothing on and maybe actually focus on my work instead of indulging in play.
Sooner started, sooner done, blablabla.
Read more »Read more »On earth in various places, there are buskers. People who will put down a hat, box, bowl, or other container and then will play music, sing, or otherwise entertain in the hope of donations. Then there are the flash mobs. Large groups of individuals who will coordinate a time where they will come together. They will mill about in a crowd and then, at a predesignated time, one individual will throw off their jacket or other covering and, in costume, begin to
So it was revealed that $100 purchased about three kilos of prawns, and three kilos of ice. Fortunately, that was enough HUGE tiger prawns to sate six people so we're fine. There was even enough left over to vac-pack for snacking purposes. Whee.
We still have oodles and boodles of food. I always fret about not having enough for the Yule feast, and I inevitably end up having WAY too much to see us through to New Years'.
My challenge is to
Read more »Merry Christmas, Chag Sameach [correct me if I'm wrong and, if you can, send me an audio file teaching me how to say it properly], and while we're at it, I'd like to know the appropriate greetings for Ramadan and Kwanzaa please. Inclusivity is important.
May the atheists have a fun Festivus, and anyone for whom this is not a day of feasting, insanity, and terrible arguments in the name of family togetherness - have a good day off.
And finally, for
Read more »Read more »It seemed to him, he was born under a curse. He could always tell, with just a touch, how and when someone was going to die. Out of fear, his mother and step-father had sent him to live with a relative, the relative sent him to an orphanage, and the orphanage, as soon as he was big enough, sent him to live alone in one of the out-buildings, though they at least made sure he didn't starve. He had no friends, and,
It's Christmas Eve, I woke up just minutes into it. Mostly because I made myself nauseated through other shenanigans.
We got our six kilos of prawns. We have a HUGE hunk of ham. We have enough veg and snackables to overload a horse, and possibly enough drinks to float it away downstream.
Good news - it's been raining! It's been raining very lightly, but it's been raining. That's taken a lot of heat out of the days. A blessing for anyone who
Read more »Read more »A: Ok look I only have a sawed shotty and a 9mm and I don’t want to fight anything that is bigger than a baby moose. Also if you see a bear follow this rhyme “brown lay down, black fight back, white good night”
B: but can’t you fight back with your weapons?
A: Yes and no. First off the bears in these regions are bulletproof, hell most bears are. More than anything firing this will piss them off
B:
It's the day for laying in supplies, storage of same, and unfucking the house without paid assistance.
If I can convince the family to do some of the storage and unfucking, I might be ahead of the game. Stop laughing at me in that tone of voice.
It's almost 6AM. I am going to try for the Instant before I go rocketting off on my assorted adventures.
I already know I'm coming home with six kilos of prawns and a big ol'
Read more »Read more »The havenworlders hire a human who docks their ship to the havenworlder's own larger research vessel and uses that for their quarters rather than what the havenworlders have provided. When asked why, the human simply responds "It's better this way." But does not care to elaborate. The reason behind the why becomes clear when a havenworlder goes in to bring a gift to the human that has become such a kind friend and asset, when the havenworlder hears horrific screaming coming from
I watched Toastyhat animate in the wee smol hours again, so already tired! Yay! I'm also out of coconut milk and should get myself a fresh supply of coconut milk and I have NO idea if Beloved is down for more shopping so close to Crimbolio.
Getting supplies close to Xmas is HELL. Candy-cane coloured, mint-flavoured, ho-ho-HELL.
I do try to have all possible supplies to stay the hell out of the shops at that time of year, but... not always possible.
Read more »A: interesting with the tech here I might be able to research the Gimpy Gimpy plant
B: that sound relatively harmless
A: it is also known as the suicide plant
B: sigh there it is -- Anon Guest
"Wow," said the Human, looking at all the protective technology on offer. "This is such awesome protective tech. Micrometeor-resistant.... hey, you guys managed to miniaturise the Hungry Caterpillar. That's awesome. What's your particulate capture limit?"
The proud merchant said, "The particulate capture system can
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