DW News: Happy December!

Nov. 28th, 2014 05:08 pm
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We've got at least a few more weeks to go before our next code push -- a few of our ongoing projects are in the 'not quite finished yet' stage and we'd like to get those a bit more polished before our next release -- but I wanted to make a quick announcement anyway: our annual December Holiday Promotion will once again begin 1 December and last to 31 December.

During the month of December, all orders (made by a logged-in account) for paid time or Dreamwidth Points will receive a 10% points bonus, saveable and spendable for Dreamwidth services in the future.

To take advantage of the promotion, visit the Dreamwidth Shop during the month of December and buy paid time or Dreamwidth Points, for yourself or for a friend. For instance, if you buy a 12-month paid account (350 points), we'll give you 35 points to spend later, once you complete your order.

The bonus only applies to purchase of paid time or DW Points; rename tokens or bonus icons don't receive points bonuses, since the cost for those is intended to cover the cost of delivering that service. If you buy paid time or points for a friend, the points will be delivered to you, not them: the points go to the account that placed the order.

Thank you to all of you who've bought paid time, DW points, or extra services this year. You're what allows us to keep this place running: since we have no outside investors, haven't taken any venture capital, and don't accept advertising, our income comes entirely from you. So thank you for helping us to keep this grand adventure humming merrily along, happy December holidays no matter which ones you celebrate, and here's to an awesome 2015.

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Posted by chris the cynic

[Parts One and Two]

Surge had no idea why some were making such a big deal about a two mile walk. She just wanted to be home and as far as she was concerned she could fly two miles if that was all it took. Even so, she'd studied Socrates in high school. She knew the importance of knowing that you don't know. She knew nothing about moon walks, so if people who knew more than she did were acting like the walk would be a big deal, she'd assume it would be a big deal.

She'd also stay silent about her lack of knowledge. There was no need to broadcast her ignorance.

It was when Blok, the one who had adapted the best to lunar gravity, fell right in front of her almost immediately, that she began to understood how long of a way two miles could be.

* * *

Blok stifled the urge to swear and watched moon's surface come up and hit him.

He'd taken into account the gravity, he'd adjusted to the need to push off the ground less hard, he'd reconciled the bizarre feeling of needing to fight inertia just as much to move things that now only weighed an eighth as much as he was used to. He simply hadn't been ready for the dust.

Moon dust, he discovered, really was dust. Not sand, certainly not soil, not like anything he'd walked on before. Fine powder created by the pulverizing impacts that had scarred the moons surface.

He couldn't count on it to support the forces he was exerting on it just by walking lightly. It just... slipped out from under him.

* * *

Hawk saw Blok go down and tried to remember his own advice: Don't walk; hop.

He managed to not fall and moved in the direction Kim was leading them.

* * *

Shego smirked as Drakken and Amy joined Blok in the dust. It took a lot of effort, using muscles and training usually reserved for her acrobatic fights, but she managed to stay upright herself. As soon as she was clear of the facility she took a look around.

And promptly gasped.

* * *

Henry was taking in the moonscape with awe. He barely noticed his three fallen comrades, and he certainly didn't notice Shego's gasp.

He'd dreamed of going to the moon. He'd always known it was impossible. Sure, if he worked hard, discovered hidden talents, and got very, very lucky he might have become an astronaut, but he didn't care about space. He was interested in setting foot on an alien planet. He followed the Mars probes with interest; he watched every documentary on the moon missions he could get his hands on. He'd heard of the view, the sense of wonder it caused, he knew the phrase “Magnificient Desolation” he'd looked at more pictures than most people ever would and poured over each as if it was the most important document in the world. It was all nothing compared to seeing it with his own eyes.

* * *

Kim only paid attention to the three who fell enough to make sure that they weren't hurt and that they didn't damage their now-ancient suits. She was sure they'd all fall many times before they reached the base. She barely made note of the fact that someone gasped.

She was mostly trying not to think. She was trying to learn the necessary motions to move efficiently on the moon and then, she hoped, she could repeat them mindlessly, mechanically, until she arrived at the base. She worried that if she thought too much she might stop thinking she could do anything and start being overcome with doubt.

She was only broken out of her own thoughts when Shego said, “Kim,” in a voice that, she thought, was a bit shaky.

“Shego,” Kim said, “We need to conserve our air.”

“Ok, fine,” Shego said, not conserving air. “But, fearless leader, you wanna tell me what's wrong with that picture?”

Kim tried to stop, but just ended up falling forward. When she finally managed to get control of herself again she was covered in regolith and annoyed. She stood up and carefully turned toward Shego.

In addition to Amy, Blok, and Drakken, Henry and Surge now also showed signs of having fallen, though all were back on their feet. Shego was pointing, with her entire arm, to something in the sky.

Kim wasn't sure what could be worth looking at. With no atmosphere there was no weather, there was also no color. The sky was simply black. Lunar day wasn't darker than an earth day, if anything it was brighter, and so any starlight was impossible to discern. Their eyes simply weren't adjusted to pick up light so dim.

The sky should have been completely black, save for the sun, which Shego was not pointing toward.

When Kim did follow Shego's outstreched arm she realized that there was one celestial body in the sky she had completely forgotten to account for: Earth.

“Oh my God,” Kim said when she found her voice.

* * *

Hawk stared at the earth in the black sky. He couldn't make out any recognizable landmass. He wasn't even sure which end was north. But he did know that it was supposed to be a blue and green marble in the sky, not a mostly white one.

“It was not like that when I left it,” he said.

* * *

Henry looked at the object in the sky for a long time. The white from the poles stretched what seemed to be impossibly far. He guessed that only about a third of the earth remained uncovered.

After he heard Hawk speak he said, “It wasn't like that when any of us left it,” without really realizing he was speaking out loud.

As other members of the group turned to him, he added, “I was the last one taken,” in a small voice. Then he asked, “Right?”

No one answered.

* * *

Horatio finally bothered to pay attention to the topic of chatter, which he considered inherently wasteful as they had no idea how long the air in their 500 year old tanks would last and even less of an idea of how long it would take them to traverse the necessary distance given their—in his opinion, pathetic—progress so far, when he realized that it had stopped the eight other survivors from making any progress at all.

He stopped, which involved taking a tumble because he wasn't used to moving on the bare lunar surface any more than the rest of them, looked at the others, listened to their pointless prattle, and said, “Given the extinction of humanity the current ice age hardly concerns us.” He didn't even take notice as all attention abruptly turned his way. “There's more than enough space for us to live in the equatorial temperate zone.”

He returned to hopping toward the unseen moon base that he hoped would be their salvation.

* * *

Surge was the first to respond. It was a broken voice: a whimper that had wanted to be a shout. “Extinct?”

* * *

Kim didn't fully process what Horatio had said until Surge repeated the main point: extinct. Kim didn't mean to shout. She didn't mean to sound hostile and antagonistic. She didn't eve mean to speak. It just came out, “How could you possibly know that?”

Horatio's annoyed response of, “Weren't you the one who said we needed to conserve air?” did nothing to calm her down.

Her response was lost in a chorus of other voices.

* * *

Horatio was getting pissed off. Someone protested, “I was captured after you,” Drakken and Shego were discussing the carrying capacity of Earth in it's present state. Amy and Surge were busy convincing each other that an ice age, however severe, couldn't possibly wipe out humanity. The others were a cacophony.

When he couldn't take it any more he shouted, “AIR!”

That silenced the noise for a bit.

“We're using equipment that is five centuries old, we don't even know if it's reading right. We have no idea when it might fail now that it's finally being put to use. None of us are exactly good at moon walking—hell, look at how little progress we've made so far,” he pointed back to the prison which loomed disturbingly close. “Our best hope of survival is to shut up and keep on moving so we get to safety before anything has a chance to go wrong; you lot seem intent on standing still and bickering.”

He made a point of putting more effort into hopping away.

* * *

When Kim spoke it took everything she had to speak in a calm measured tone, but she did manage it. “How can you know the fate of humanity?” she asked.

“I'll tell you when we're somewhere with a better atmosphere,” Horatio said, not pausing in his hopping toward the unseen base.

“Why not tell us now?” Shego asked. The tone of her voice made Kim crack a smile despite herself.

* * *

Horatio sighed. He stopped which once again was inelegant and left him tumbling across the lunar surface. When he was still and standing he carefully pointed himself to the rest of the group and said, “Because I want to live.”

He couldn't see their faces, he wasn't sure what they were thinking, but he had a feeling that that wouldn't satisfy them and he knew he couldn't survive alone. “Until I'm sure it won't get me killed, I'm not giving needless exposition.”

That didn't satisfy the crowd either. Surge asked, “Is the human race really extinct?”

There was fear in her voice. That probably wasn't good. Horatio decided to try to offer some kind of hope. “Well,” he said, “there's us now.”

That failed to accomplish anything. There was more prattle.

Why couldn't the understand? Their suits had never been designed to last this long. For all they knew their air tanks were leaking. Outside of those suits was death incarnate in the form of concentrated nothing. They were standing at the edge of a precipice, a misstep could mean that they'd all die, and they were getting worked up over people who were already dead and long since buried—time and natural processes had seen to that.

Worse than all of that was the fact that he couldn't see where this was headed. He never liked relying on looking ahead, it felt strange and wrong, but at least it was there for him. But right now the situation was all wrong, and the time horizon too far. He had as little of an idea of what was coming as a mundane. It was … disturbing.

Since he was standing still he decided to try again. Still nothing of value. Well, almost nothing.
He interrupted the prattle by saying, “Kim-car inbound in two minutes.”

* * *

Shego was the one who finally put an end to discussion, “Tight-lipped grumpy-pants is right. We need to keep going regardless of what may, or may not, be going on on earth.”

Shego started hopping toward the base, or at least in what she thought was in the right direction. Kim soon followed, and pretty soon they were all going.

* * *

Surge resumed the trek with the rest, but she obviously hadn't been silenced. “You can't just say something like, 'Humanity is gone,' and expect people not to react, you know,” she said to Horatio.
Horatio said nothing but thought that not only could he do it, he did do it. It wasn't his fault the others overreacted to the news.

“Now that we're moving, like you wanted,” Surge continued, “could you at least tell us how you know? Or how you think you--”

Horatio looked ahead again and said, “Kim-car in thirty seconds.”

Before more words were spoken, the car was visible on the horizon and, just as he had predicted, it arrived at their location thirty seconds from when he spoke.

* * *

“It's Jade! She made it,” Kim all but shouted as the small purple coupe landed on the lunar surface beside her. Fine regolith was kicked up by the landing, and the way it failed to form into clouds again hammered home the fact that outside of her ancient space suit was vacuum. Kim had seen the car land too many times to count, on all manner of surface, and it never looked quite like that.

“How is this even possible?” Surge asked.

“Check the name,” Kim told her with a smugness she hadn't felt in quite some time. “Jade, do you hear me?” Kim asked the car.

“... have your frequency now, Kimberly,” the AI's almost-human sounding voice came over Kim's radio. “Where have you been? My internal chronometer--”

“Should say that it's the two thousand five hundred twenty ninth year Anno Domini, or thereabouts,” Horatio cut in, sounding somewhat bored. Kim decided she wasn't even going to try to understand him.

“Did you detect any life—any human life on your way here?” Kim asked.

“Waste of air,” Horatio said.

“I was in Japan,” Jade said. “There was nothing in my immediate vicinity, but I didn't scan beyond that. I came straight to you.”

“You did the right thing,” Kim told Jade. She knew that the AI attempted to learn from mistakes, and she didn't want it learning that unrelated fact finding was more important than coming when called, especially given that the type of call she used was one that she generally reserved for emergencies.

“So, what now?” Shego asked. “Miracle car, or no, we're still on the moon, princess. I don't think that thing can carry all of us.”

“No,” Kim said. “But it can get me to the base faster than walking. You guys keep headed in the right direction.” She looked into the car, used an electronic map on the dash to orient herself, then pointed to show which direction was. She felt pretty good about the fact that it was almost exactly the direction they had been going. Even without the correction they'd have made it to their destination.
“I'll go see if I can find anything that can be used to carry all of you over,” she said as she got into the car.

“What if you run into trouble,” Drakken asked. “Shouldn't you have some backup?”

Drakken being concerned for her well being was almost too surreal for Kim to take, but she managed to answer levelly, “I'll be fine. Jade is more than a match for anything we might meet.”

“You hope,” Shego said. “Just don't pause to sight-see.”

Kim smiled, closed the door without comment, and the car rose and flew away.

* * *

Surge watched as the seemingly impossible car disappeared over the horizon and a sinking feeling overtook her. “She won't leave us … will she?”

Drakken laughed. It was the first time Surge had heard anyone laugh since she woke up. Then Drakken explained, “There is one thing you can count on, and that is: Kim Possible will always do what's right.”

“Isn't she the one that froze us?” Surge asked, not bothering to hide the bitterness in her voice.

* * *

Horatio didn't even bother to look ahead. “She'll be back,” he said. His concern was no less die than Surge's had been, and he voiced it, after a fashion, “If we conserve our air we might even live to see it.”

Everyone fell mercifully silent as they resumed their trek.

* * *

Surge grew to hate the silence. She was full of questions and getting no answers. With nothing but the sound of other people breathing she was forced to concentrate on hopping toward their destination. All eight of them fell. A lot. Horatio's reminder that the suits they were doing the falling in were five hundred years old did nothing for her peace of mind.

Finally she asked, “If there's no one else left then what's the point?”

Shego said, “The point is to live.” After a pause she added, “Besides, he still hasn't said what he's basing his outlandish claim on. So ignore him.”

Surge couldn't ignore him. For whatever reason, she believed Horatio. “If humanity ends with us, what does it matter if we die here or on earth?”

“It matters to me,” Shego said, “whether I die today or decades from now.”

“I understand,” Surge said, “It's just--”

“There's us now,” Horatio said. “Humanity doesn't have to end.”

“I hope you're not talking about some kind of breeding program,” Shego said angrily.

Horatio stopped. Surge was getting used to Horatio's inability to stop with anything resembling grace, so it didn't surprise her when he ended up tumbling forward. What did surprise her was that he didn't seem to be making any effort to halt the tumbling. When it ended on its own he got up slowly and faced Shego. Surge couldn't see his face and the space suit made it difficult to read body language, but the impression she was getting was utter, horrified, shock. So much so it overcame the inexpressiveness of the space suit.

Hawk asked, “You ok?” but other than that everyone was silent.

Finally Surge asked, “Well what did you mean?” No response. “How are the nine of us supposed to revive humanity?”

When he responded his voice was quiet, “The technology exists to repopulate the species without anyone needing to get pregnant if they don't want to.” He paused a beat. “Without anyone needing to get pregnant at all.” There was a larger pause. “If we ever reached the point where we forced people to,” he sputtered, “to... to … you know, in order to save the species then it would be better if we let humanity die.”

There was another silence.

“The idea that we'd do otherwise is horrific,” Horatio added. Then he resumed his hopping.

* * *

Blok wanted to break the uneasy silence that followed, but he wasn't sure how. Finally he said, “It wouldn't work anyway, nine people isn't enough genetic variation to perpetuate a species.”

“Actually,” Horatio said, for the first time sounding like he was actually interested in talking, “The Laysan duck hit a low point of an effective population of 7 and it was on the way back when I was taken.”

Blok was pleased when this started a conversation about genetics that lacked doom, gloom, and horror.

Superior Iron Man #2

Nov. 28th, 2014 04:59 pm

Dumbing of Age Book 3 in the store!

Nov. 28th, 2014 03:11 pm
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Posted by David M Willis

DoAbook3-640Dumbing of Age Book 3 (Your Stupid Overconfidence Is Nostalgic) is now in the online store, just in time for post-American Thanksgiving Capitalism Weekend.  You can also choose to buy a combo pack of the first three books together!

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Posted by Fred Clark

• The phrase “Shockwave has crashed” is, itself, not nearly as annoying as the five minutes of stalling and stammering one’s browser does before finally making this frequent, predictable announcement.

Shockwave does not work. Why do web designers keep expecting it to?

Christian Nightmares highlights a passage from Tim LaHaye’s 1982 book The Battle for the Family. Back then, LaHaye wasn’t as busy with the “Bible prophecy” racket as he was with creating the right-wing political movement that would become the religious right. But he was still prophesying — making all sorts of other predictions that didn’t come true either. Please take this opportunity to point at Tim LaHaye and laugh:

LaHayeBattleFeminism is the ultimate in selfishness. It appeals to “my rights,” “my goals,” “my feelings;” consequently it destroys whatever it touches. Historically and biblically, selfishness has always been a destroyer. God challenges us, “Give and it shall be given unto you.” Feminism is not interested in giving — it takes.

Unfortunately, feminism forces women to be the greatest losers. The woman whose unfeminine feminism drives men away in her youth by making them feel insecure around her is doomed to spend her life in lonely solitude. … As a result, I predict that in the years to come there will be a tragic increase in depression and suicide among the 40- to 50-year-old former feminists.

• In other LaHaye/Left Behind news … “‘Left Behind Kids’ to begin filming this weekend.”

Via JoeMyGod, I find myself boggled by the viciously anti-Semitic and homophobic YouTube channel of one Brother Nathanael, an Orthodox bigot who also operates a really nasty, racist hatesite called “RealJewNews.”

I should probably say something more substantive about this blasphemous asshat, but really all I can think to say at this point is that he sounds so much like the Man From Another Place in Twin Peaks that I’m half convinced he recorded all of his videos backwards.

• Emily Joy went to see Kirk Cameron’s Saving Christmas, live-tweeting it for our edification. Whew.

Earlier this month we discussed David Roberts’ 36 Tweets on Postmodern Conservatism. It’s an excellent summary of how post-fact politics is just a part of our lives now, an arena in which, as Roberts writes, “there are only competing answers — no objective fact of the matter.”

Since reading that piece, I’ve enjoyed a string of very strange viral videos that have circulated recently — “Too Many Cooks,” “Interesting Ball,” and “Shia LaBeouf,” for example. (All hilarious, none SFW.) It seems we’re getting the comedy we deserve — absurdist humor for an absurdist society.

• Patheos’ atheist channel keeps getting better: Welcome Jonny Scaramanga of Leaving Fundamentalism.


Axis: Revolutions #3

Nov. 28th, 2014 12:41 pm

Vinland Saga

Nov. 28th, 2014 05:42 pm
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Written and drawn by Makoto Yukimura.
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Happy Thanksgiving

Nov. 28th, 2014 06:10 am
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Posted by Fred Clark

It’s been a brain-frying, blog-neglecting couple of days here what with the snow, the “Black Friday” prep at the retail job, and all the trimmings, but we shouldn’t let Thanksgiving pass by without pausing to enjoy some holiday traditions.

First up, of course, WKRP in Cincinnati:

Click here to view the embedded video.

Second, a reminder that a Thanksgiving pageant is probably not a good idea, unless you cast Wednesday Addams:

Click here to view the embedded video.

And let’s close with a prayer, from William S. Burroughs:

Click here to view the embedded video.

OK, then. Happy Thanksgiving everyone.



Nov. 28th, 2014 05:01 am
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Posted by David M Willis

DoAbook3-640Thanksgiving is over!  It’s Christmas time now!  Come buy a book.  It’s the third one.

There’s also a combo pack with all three books available now, if you wanna!

You can also go get Book 3 over on Comixology, too, if you love trees.

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Posted by eden riley

Ok we have an early start all I can do is some pictures today. Every day is different, we're always on the move, seeing and smelling and tasting different things. There's a lots of hardship, lots of laughter, lots of "we're all in this together."

Because we really are.

 Hey Dave it's not a Deus but it's still pretty cool!

This is Suzy, she's worked at World Vision for eight years. She's direct, no-nonsense, please move over there while I take your photo. I adore her. We both heard the term "co-wife" yesterday and I turned to her and said "Hey we'd be GREAT co-wives" and she laughed so hard.

A broom in the corner of a bathroom OR IS IT THE BLAIR WITCH PROJECT IT'S THE SAME LOG

 FINE I'll try to believe in signs again but I can't promise anything.

 Oh this photo ... the look on his face as he looked up at me after I showed him a photo of himself.

 Emma went back to Australia yesterday ... we miss you Em! xx

 Just an innocent photo of some jackfruit growing from the tree.

 Hey Hair Romance the hairstyles here are AMAZING!

 Friendliest soldier in all the land.

 Hi my name is Eden. I'm not even supposed to be here

I took this for Pip from Meet Me At Mikes  fancy a cuppa Pip?


INCREDIBLE living conditions due to World Vision.


Letters to Home (written before I left)

Max, the very first time you were placed into my arms? BANG. Instant transformation. You changed my heart forever and we both spent that first night in hospital just looking at each other in wonder. You’re going to turn thirteen soon and I won’t be there. But know that I adore you, I’m proud of you, and I have no idea how you turned out so chill and calm and relaxed. From the minute I saw you on the ultrasound I fell in love. Thank you for understanding and accepting me. You’re pretty wise. I can’t WAIT to get back and catch up on Walking Dead with you. I’m in a country where there’s probably a lot of machetes, good zombie-fighting equipment. xx

Dragon Age Inquisition

Nov. 27th, 2014 09:12 pm
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I thought this game would probably tank the already-faint hope of me getting my book done on deadline and instead it is going to save me, because I have bribed myself: I don't get to play until I have written at least a thousand words. Result: have written seven thousand words in last seven days. WOOOO guilt-free gaming.

I would be romping around Thedas as we speak tbh, but I am at my mom's place for Thanksgiving. Hope all of you celebrating are having a great day too! <3 This morning there was parade-watching, then drive out, then all the food, and then ALL the desserts, and then it took 1.5 hours to get Hypatia to sleep because she had napped in the car and had also managed to get her hands on the giant dark chocolate disk off one of the tarts.

ANYWAY, I ended up doing a female elven inquisitor first (she has white hair and is a mage and is named Elsa because I pander to my small child) and I've been really enjoying a bunch of stuff.

NOTE: please do not spoil me for anything I haven't seen yet, esp romances and companion quests, since I can already tell I'm going to be doing more playthroughs. And if you are wondering whether it is safe to look at my spoilers, I'm at Skyhold, just finished the thing at Adamant, I have not done the Orlais court quest, and I am in the process of romancing Solas (and really enjoying that).

spoilers )

That's actually, spoiler-free, the main issue with all the DA games. They are good enough that the moments when they aren't good are really frustrating. Every so often there is a moment where I am all, OK, wait a second, my inquisitor (or character X) needs to have some kind of emotional reaction to this, and they don't. And if you NEVER got to have a reaction, you'd just fill it in yourself and wouldn't expect it, but because you like 90% of the time DO get to have a reaction, the handful of key moments where you don't is really immersion-breaking.

Or the thing where the dialogue paraphrases are too often misleading -- I hate it when I choose a response and then the actual reply is totally not what I meant, which I dislike especially in the companion conversations where it has an actual impact -- I'm totally fine getting disapproval when I actually MEAN for my inquisitor to disagree, but not when she's saying things she would not say! grump.

Anyway! Talk to me about Inquisition! What Inquisitors are you playing?
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Now amongst my other varied and sundry interests (and more of them in a forthcoming post), I have a soft spot for the old Jem cartoon (Which I now realise is almost 30 years old)... or more particularly for a couple of the aspects of the cartoon.

For those too young to remember Jem, it was the (and I say this now to avoid accidentally stumbling upon the term later on) "Truly Outrageous" story of Jerrica Benton, CEO of Starlight Records, who moonlighted as up and coming rock star Jem (With her little sister and friends making the group "Jem and the Holograms".

At any rate... there's a live action movie out next year (Which based on word of mouth is a little more low key and doesn't even include rival band The Misfits by most accounts), and in advance of that IDW have a new comic, and... it's not quite what I was expecting in terms of style....

and I LOVE that it's not what I was expecting. )
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Posted by chris the cynic

There was a brief period during which it looked like I might actually have some sort of thanksgiving celebration period with some of my family, but it fell through so things are back to what I said they'd be: I'm not doing anything of value.  I'm all alone.

[Edit] Good that I posted this to go up on a delay because now it looks like food with family is back on. [/edit]

On the up side: furnace working again.  Anyway, back to tradition.

So, just listen to the song and ponder, "How many things in the world are exactly eighteen minutes and twenty seconds long?"

(Content note: "rapers" mentioned)

The weather today:

Returning to tradition, here is the original white-boarded in two parts:

(Content notes: "rapers" mentioned here too, also homophobic language)


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