Philosophy

A 9-post collection

Thursday already?

Like Arthur Dent, I can't quite get the hang of Thursdays. They sneak up on me and surprise me with things like - impending Fridays.

It isn't a Gaming Night, but it is a Cleaning Day. On top of that, I have self-imposed goals like my novel, the Instant, the flash fanfic, learning Java, and doing something for one of my other side projects...

I've decided to split my HAM on days of X. Like today, my X is unriddling how boxes work for the incremental clicker thing. Yesterday, it was making a technically functional thing in RPG Maker. Which I accomplished.

Now I have two technically functional Things with the end product in mind. My mission now is to learn how to unfuck every aspect of it, add my own art if possible, and turn it into the Thing of my vision. Or a close enough approximation of the same.

I know my limits. I'm at that age where new stuff starts to be baffling, I have the Fickle Finger when it comes to technology1. I have more or less cemented my art style, such as it is, and I don't think any great leaps ahead are in my future.

Having a close enough approximation may be my peak.

And that's okay. Near enough can be good enough when you're battling your limits. Breaking your heart for perfection is never actually worth it, and just ends up in a spiral down to depression again.

Been there, done that, don't want the return ticket.

Depression and anxiety are my constant come-again foes. They are the Daleks to my Doctor, the Team Rocket to my Ash. Always coming back and never being truly defeated for once and all. Setting personal pitfalls like this just helps me with the witty banter whenever they pop up again.

And that's okay. It's a strategy I can use to keep my keel just that little bit more even the next time the storms come for me.

Until then, I just do what I can.

  1. Like 'black thumbs' for gardeners.

Sneezin', Sneezin', Sneezin'...

Well, it's better than the wheezing, I guess. Probably a lot better. But it sure as shit doesn't feel that way when you're going through an entire box of tissues inside of 48 hours. Which is probably close to what I'm doing.

I barely remembered to do the Patreon stuff, yesterday. I have to cook up something for Wordpress Wednesday before bedtime. That's going to be fun.

I have some ideas from last week I could consider. I could do a piece

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Challenge #02046-E222: Mundane Profundity

http://avita-creator.tumblr.com/post/175729151210/theshitpostcalligrapher-mysteryseeker

For these are the hidden gems of the time known as the shitpost era of the Internet, and are now treated in our spacefaring days, as they treated their own classical texts of Shakespeare and Marlowe. -- Anon Guest

It was a cross-stitch sampler in a frame, and it had profound words carefully sewn into the underlying fabric. It is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are. Next to

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In a few days

It took me a few days to finish off 2017's year of Instants. In a few days, I'll have finished checking and compiling it for publication. In a few days, I'll be wanting to see some double prompts from you, my dear readers.

If I'm ahead this year, then I can relax about getting behind in this year. It shouldn't matter, but it does and I want the Year of Instants to match the Year in Reality for reasons that I can't

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Challenge #01746-D285: Why Not Have Both?

Don't be eye candy, be soul food. -- Anon Guest

After the Hunger War, things were relatively quiet. Never too quiet, because despite the differences that were buried to literally fight for life, people liked to remember a grudge or three. The Bureaux of Balance went public and attempted to help keep a lid on things.

And despite semi-retirement, it wasn't that much of a shock to see living legends turn up in situations loaded with strife. Well. Technically three living legends,

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So riddle me this:

I’ve been checking both my Smashwords account and my Adventure Map download area like some kind of zealot.

Okay. More or less daily.

Anyway.

Why am I more excited about people downloading the map than people downloading my books?

Is it because the map has a larger total of downloaders than my books? Or is it because I’m sabotaging myself somehow?

Or is it because my best-beloved more or less forced me to publish or perish with my

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Dawn breaks...

Not literally. No. This is a metaphorical dawn. A dawn in the mind.

Followers of my ramblings - the ones who aren’t bots - will know I recently discovered the anti-joy of having a spur in my heel.

It’s painful to walk, most of the time. So I have gained a new appreciation of being able to walk without pain.

And last night… I cooked a meal for the first time in four fargnaxing weeks.

It was

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Take good from the bad

The dog got out of the yard. I don’t know how. What I do know is that when I discovered the resultant mess, Chaos was out of the yard chatting with the Neighbour Who Loves to Complain™ and both Mayhem and the hound were nowhere to be seen.

I got Tessa inside and at least got a direction to look out of him. That was almost all the helpful he was. Only after I’d gone running up

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