Shenanigans

Okay. Now that I am no longer obsessing about getting last year's Year of Instants out into the world, I can now obsess about selling off Adapting to some luckless lucky soul out there that I can find who might just be interested in this kind of thing.

The usual run of madness be happening today. Money run, house unfuckening, Instant and 500 words in the novel. I have money in the bank again, but I'm still pulling my head in because

Like... I didn't have any freezing. I was able to do other things [though I did move the writing of the Instant to my lappy whilst the main compy did the Disk Doctor thing] and all SEEMS okay.

Acid test #1: Making the cover to 2019's Year of Instants.

Acid test #2: Creating and adjusting the Word97 version of 2019's Year of Instants.

All these compy shenanigans have been why I've procrastinated all of that noise. So. I'll do the important stuff

I got sick of the outside temperature and its effect on my bod, so I shaved a metric cat's worth of hair off'a my head.

I mean, serious. This lot of shaved hair could make an entire cat:

[Shown here: A clump of hair on some grass. There is definitely enough there to make a cat]

Coming soon to an ill-researched cryptid blog near you ;)

Anyway, the time is approaching when I should see Chaos off to school and get some moneys

All the chaos of yesterday meant that, by about one in the afternoon, I was DONE with the day. I also had to wait for Chaos to come home, go out shopping for more vegetables, and start prepping so that all the meat prepared in the morning would have a side to go with when they enter our (tada!) brand new freezer!

The new upright freezer is looking very swish. It has a temperature readout, it has an alert to let you

Today is a long weekend day, because there's nothing Australia loves more than an extra day of sloth. Not for me, though.

Me? I have half a table's worth of vegetables and a whole bunch of meats to cook up into an incredible bunch of pre-prepared meals so that myself and anyone else feeling lazy and not in a cooking mood can just heat and eat some keto-friendly joy.

There happens to be a LOT of fish in our collective inventory, so

There's only three stories in Episode 21 of Inter-Mission because story #3 is We're Mostly Harmless, I Swear... the one that started off all the Space Orciness in my pet universe. It's a long, long story. So is the immediate next one.

The fires in NSW and Victoria are finally dying down. I suspect it's more due to there being little left to burn. Of course, there being an influx of severe rainstorms is probably helping with the lack of fire, but

Also day 2 of attempting to Art every day.

I went ahead and got myself some free animation programs for my iPad and... eeesh.

The free programs always have a "pay for features you need" aspect and it's getting on my niblets because not a lot of cash flow on my end of the chain. I get it. Animation is hard, I get it.

What's so wrong about making animation just a little smidge easier for noobs like me? Please inform me

Yesterday, since we spent most of the day on the road, I wound up VERY tired and just... slept... when I got home. Just... slump. Snore. Done until the wee small hours this very AM.

Useful for streaming, but not much else. But I did get the next five stories recorded so there is that. Even if nobody comes to watch, streaming keeps me honest.

When I'm ahead of my podcast buffer zone, I shall have to work on SESP so I

I need to make a list. Checking it twice is not extremely mandatory, but you never know with these things.

Laying in pre-yule supplies during the last days before yule is ALWAYS some degree of fun. I am scarred for life from that one shopping trip where EVERY SINGLE SHOP was playing EVERY SINGLE VERSION EVER of The Little Drummer Boy.

When I die, I'm skipping Hell. I've already been there.

Anyway, most of the family wants money, and part of my

Five seconds after I packed up my paints and put all my mini-painting shit away... Mayhem announced that he wanted to learn mini painting. We've gone the Cheapshit Route(tm) for practice dudes and bought a bunch of plastic army dudes.

We shall be painting them in the early morning so I don't have coffee-shakes(tm).

...speaking of coffee shakes, I should go get my meds and caffeine.

I should also get a rattle on with my writing. It's half-past nine. I