A 5-post collection


Three out of the four corner posts that I need to notch are warped. This wasn't a problem in the middle, but it is a problem at the ends. I lack the muscular strength to hold down a post to the point where the limiter actually hits the line, and the accuracy to actually hit the line with my own limiting of the saw depth.

So I thought I'd disassemble the problem garden bed.

Problem 1: It's fastened with big-ass screws
Problem 2: There's six of them per corner
Problem 3: Two of those (per corner) are now underground
Problem 4: They're bolts masquerading as screws and I've only found two out of a potential 16 nuts

So yeah, things are going fantastic at the moment. I'll be digging dirt out of a mostly-disassembled garden bed, attempting to pull up the rest of the shell, and trying to retrieve the last eight nuts and bolts.

So I'm digging out the garden bed, saving the soil for some holes in the grounds, and hoping to salvage the rest.

We might need to get more nuts if we want to re-use this garden bed. It's looking that nasty.

I refuse to buy another thing just because the perfectly functional original had planned obsolescence worked into it.

My lappy is ready for rescue, at last, so part of today's PLN is going to go get it. Probably this afternoon, if I haven't managed to dig up the garden bed before then.

Today's Patreon is shorter by a fanfic entry. That's up on AO3 now. For free. Enjoy.

I also need to update the rest of Patreon. Five more chapters of B'Nar, whatever else I have stowed in my sleeves... that sort of thing.

For now, I am digging up some dirt.

Gone to the Procrasti-Nation

I wasn't able to 'push' my novel's output this week. I've barely been able to line up what I'm taking.

Procrastination is happening because I don't want my friends' death to be real. I don't want things to be final. As if putting off the entire journey off is somehow going to make my friend come back and tell me that this was some kind of bad joke.

...I wanted to believe that when my Grandfather died when I was about ten.

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Brief message and an embuggerance

I have to see my shrink today and work out whatever the shit is going wrong with my brain this week. I don't think I'll ever be cured of my anxiety. I'll just find ways around the whole deal.

And speaking of ways around stuff... It turns out that the 2009 print of Steam Powered Giraffe's Album One is still in the no-touchie class of their music because of the recent re-release. It would have been nice to know this in advance.

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This time fer sure

(Said in the voice of Bullwinkle J. Moose) So lately, I've been Distracted. Thanks to my personal blog, my routine is thrown off and I'm forgetting things.

I can not wait for Keto to kick in with that higher brain function.

Either that, or my addled brain and disorganised thinking is permanent. Bugger. So that means routine, routine, routine for me.

We'll see.

Making a new routine for myself always has a few bumps. And writing my daily blog and forgetting to

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It's Raining

And in the middle of winter, when I have to go over mountain passes, that means black ice. Possibly the deadliest thing to happen on roads shy of drunk drivers.

Which means the roads of my egress are closed.

Which means my scheduled scarperfication is delayed until the roads are cleared.

And since it's raining, the only other path for buggering off is flooded because gully country. And I realize that will only make sense to Australians so: gully country is where

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