A 115-post collection


I got too many carbs. I ate too many carbs. I am up and over the 77 kilo line, and I pretty much should stay solidly on my diet for a fortnight, but DANG...

That was some lovely stuff.

I am also falling under the thrall of Mayhem's bug. It's a slow decline for me and, with the help of ginger tea and a lot of taking it easy, I should recover in time. Doesn't stop me feeling mildly like shit today though.

This morning promises to be serenaded by the Best Band in the World(tm) - Steam Powered Giraffe. They have a live youtube concert happening and my arse isn't shifting. I'm more motivated to get today's tale down, but it isn't happening in the immediate future because those robots are gorgeously distracting.

The stream's having technical issues, so maybe I have time...

We'll see.


Ever since the second time I listened through Vice Quadrant, I have had rampant plotbunnies for an epic fanfic.

Fret not! I concentrate on my Instants, my novel, and some other upcoming features first. But in my spare moments, I've been working on this fic until my wrists start to ache.

I expect to be away most of the day, so please enjoy the start of something good.

Addendum: Crossed lines again. I'm actually running around tomorrow. I get to write more

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Challenge #00959-B228: Slight Technical Hitch

People’s relation to tech has not changed:

On two occasions I have been asked,—"Pray, Mr. Babbage, if you put into the machine wrong figures, will the right answers come out?“ In one case a member of the Upper, and in the other a member of the Lower, House put this question. I am not able rightly to apprehend the kind of confusion of ideas that could provoke such a question. - Charles Babbage

(Prompt from recklessprudence on Tumblr)

"HA! That's

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Day 16 of mail-watching

Sill nothing. Our postie is a nice human. I only had to explain my predicament once, and now they’re apologising for the lack of parcels.

I’m also using the house security system to keep an eye out for the parcel post truck, just in case. I know they come by sometime after the postie… if they have a parcel to deliver.

Knowing my luck with these, my copy of Vice Quadrant will turn up on the protest day and

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bevellon: Friendly reminder that David Michael Bennet hikes in all black, long sleeves, jeans, boots, and a black fedora and somehow hasn't...


Friendly reminder that David Michael Bennet hikes in all black, long sleeves, jeans, boots, and a black fedora and somehow hasn’t died yet

And he does so in firkin California. One of the states that is currently so hot that it’s on fire.

David Michael Bennett is a minor deity, pass it on.

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Day 15 of mail-watching

Managed to catch the postie with the cunning strategy of camping out on my doorstep and waiting for them to turn up.

Alas, the postie doesn’t know what’s taking so firkin long, either.

BTW - on weekdays, you get these just after I’ve come in from lurking for the mail. So you know just after I do. Assuming that anyone is bothering with this portion of my blog. I mean, you all probably have Vice Quadrant by now.


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Day 13 of mail-watching

No mail on weekends.

Today and tomorrow are just too depressing to think about. I have a 0% chance of getting Vice Quadrant on these days.

My Dark Side got out, this morning. Playing through scenarios on the premise of What If Someone Else Got It?

What if someone else got it and threw it in the rubbish?
What if someone else got it and decided to keep it?
What if someone else got it and erased the GD signatures because they

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Day 12 of mail-watching

…still no sign of Vice Quadrant…

Spoilers abound in many forms. Gifs. Art. Fic. Speculation. Confirmation and denial from the creators.

I can’t block the tags, so I have to retreat from Tumblr. Good thing I have a novel to write.

depression has me in its grasp. I am increasingly listless, because I know that I have another two days to wait until the mail returns.

The mail courier is a stealthy sort with no regular schedule besides “sometime

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Day 11 of mail-watching

My health is fading.

The endless stream of spoilers across my dash makes Tumblr a hostile environment for me. I can barely surf the web any more.

Hope fades, day by passing day.

The postie has advanced a ninja level. They managed to drop off one solitary envelope [bank statement] while my back was turned.

I must be more vigilant.

…yet my energy wanes without the precious sustenance of new Steam Powered Giraffe melodies…

I must gather my strength so

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Day 10 of mail-watching

At least I’m getting exercise. My regime? Running like a mad thing from the computer desk at the back of my house to the front gate to go get the mail as soon as humanly possible. All catalysed by the very instant I detect the postie’s approach.

I’ve now set an alarm so I should be out there to greet them. My plan is to chirp a sunny, “Any parcels for me today?” as if it isn’t any

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