We're going to go see A Wrinkle in Time, today. This afternoon, to be precise.
Unlike yesterday, when I was surprised by a trip to go see Pacific Rim and the results left my story unposted until the afternoon. Sorry about that. I was only planning to binge some stuff I'd left unwatched for a good while.
So today, I have a time window to get everything decent done. And of course I'm procrastinating. Yay.
But I'll get on with it now. Just one more video.
We all do it, either repair something broken with improvised stuff (paperclips are highly favoured), or hit it or kick it. -- Anon Guest
Rael opened up the exterior panel. And nearly had the urge to purge his internal organs. This was a temporary patch job that was actually a flock of temporary patch jobs. A mountain of kludges. Paperclips, ductape, and random bits of fabric, string, and parts that never should have come into conjunction were all there. He recognised desperate
Read more »I have had duck tape on my feet for two frelling weeks because warts, and I just took it off to discover that it's either:
a) Pure Hokum
b) Only for warts on other areas
I looked up guaranteed wart cures and the duck tape was the only one to turn up in multiple areas. And the science seemed sound. Suffocate the skin in a specific area like -say- a bandaid left on too long, and the skin blisters and sloughs off
Read more »If you don’t want someone to push a button, do NOT label it *‘Do Not Push’ * and whatever you do, do NOT make it big or red. -- TheDragonsFlame
It is rare, indeed, that the introduction of a species causes a revolution in the way that the Galactic Alliance runs its standards and practices. Humans were one of the few who did that in large strides. For centuries or longer, many other species adapted to the standards, rather than forcing change
Read more »Here's how it should work: Summer heats up the air and the sea acts like a big coolant on that noise. Which generates cyclones. Which turn into Summer Floods.
Here's how it is happening: The oceans are warming up (el Niño) and the cooler air of autumn is breeding cyclones. Which cause floods. In autumn.
The last time this happened, I was just a baby.
1974 - forty-four years ago. Criminally close to half a gorram century.
That's a long-arse time between
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"A man walks into a bar and says 'Ouch'."
"Why is a raven like a writing desk ? Because there is a 'b' in both and an 'n' in neither."
Those 3 English examples show perfectly why a "universal translator" is something impossible. You CAN translate it, but it will be incomprehensible.
Not convinced ? Here's a French example with a literal translation :
Que dit une maman baleine a son enfant qui fait trop de bruit ?
Cétacé ! (C'est
Mayhem's home sick, all my meal plans went... "okay". As in, the food got et, so that was good.
I let Chaos fly the deep fryer, under supervision of course. And when I was certain she could handle it... my dear sweet darling child undercooked everything. Sigh.
Trotted out the tired old, "You didn't have time to do it properly, but you have time to do it again?" routine and finished the cooking in regulated bursts. Which seemed to work for Miss
Read more »Read more »The bookkeeper of a new evil organisation to their superior:
I'm sorry but no, a "giant robot of doom with lasers that go pew pew" is not feasible. Because not only it sounds silly, but we lack the funding. And no, I won't allow any medium or high destruction plan as long as you didn't find a way to increase our income. If you want to blow things up, I'll only allow dynamite. And we can't pay more than 5 minions at
So I woke up at one in the morning again. Aka: fuckoff AM. What followed was a rough morning and maybe a couple of disturbed naps.
So I'm anticipating one hell of a day, today.
On the plus side, my wrists are already improving, now that I'm no longer pushing myself to write more than I should. Yay there. And I'm having some pig fat tonight.
We got some nice pork belly thawing today, and we'll be figuring out how to deep
Read more »[Person 1]: “How did I survive that?! Do I have some kind of plot armour?”
[Person 2]: “Nah, that’s ridiculous.” (Glances towards hidden camera) -- TheDragonsFlame
Sorrin Tael, master of Ohnono-jitsu, smirked at the camera that only he could see.
Falin tried to see what he was looking at, but the invisible camera moved. "What? Who are doing that to?"
"It's part of the secrets of my mystical art," said Sorrin. "Something you must learn from the mystical monks of Mojave.
Read more »Okay. So we're agreed that I need more fats. We also know that fat from a dead pig is something I can actually eat and digest without any kind of trouble.
You know, aside from absolute fucktons of cheese, cream, and mascarpone. Which I can't eat a lot of anyway.
So I have to keep an eye out for fatty hunks of dead pig. Despite my ethical quandary about consuming dead pig. And my Beloved is also doing the same.
But I
Read more »What if Coffee was invented during beginning of Middle Ages (5th -6th century) and gave rise to a whole industry of potion makers? After all who says that it can't have much different effects based on how it is brewed? -- Anon Guest
Sometime in the mid-to-late 5th Century...
"This one is a powerful emetic. This one will purge the bowels," the potion-maker showed their apprentice differing vials that were near-identical shades of brown. "This one will strengthen the heartbeat, and this
Read more »I still can't write 1K words a day without hurting myself in the long term. Beloved insists that it's because I don't get enough fat in my diet and they might be right.
The only animal fat that I find (a) delicious and (b) easily-digestible is none other than pork fat. Which, as you might guess, is hellishly expensive. Other than that, I get my fats from Mascarpone, butter, and a hellfuck load of cheese.
Beloved criticises my daily fare as "lean"
Read more »“I hate the word ‘should’.” -- TheDragonsFlame
"And after we make it through the wormhole, we should be aces," said the Ship's Human, Lyn.
Their Captain bristled, literally. Defensive spikes raised along her carapace. "Should is a word that should not exist," she said.
"Uh... you just used it."
"Yes, the corruption spreads far," said Captain G'orp. "A future tense qualifier adverb is an uncertainty we do not need in the middle of space. We need rock-hard certainty. Not your human 'luck'.
Read more »You know, it's a good thing I was thirteen weeks ahead on writing Clockwork Souls [because shiny plotbunny] because it means I can pull shit like:
I'm never letting this happen again, by the way. The instant a novel is finished, a raw copy goes onto my Drobo. Y'know.
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