Hipsters ruin nostalgia, film at 11

Sep. 26th, 2016 10:42 pm
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I went up to R’s place for probably the last time today- he’s selling it to afford the move to California. I moved out of his place in 2009 and out of the neighborhood in 2014, but I still miss it. And I was full of nostalgia and sadness about how if I do leave Chicago I may not be back to Wigleyville for years if ever, and how even as hard as it was sometimes I still miss my old apartment.

And then I went to the burger place where R and I used to get dinner and because of all the fucking hipsters moving in, I paid EIGHTEEN DOLLARS for a meal that used to cost ten two years ago.

What I’m saying is if you are ever sad about something, paying an 80% markup for something sure helps cure it.

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Sep. 26th, 2016 08:05 am
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My mum has said many times that she’s sad my gran never lived to see me move to Chicago; Gran would have visited every chance she could, since she loved the city. This morning, waiting for the bus in the south loop, I thought, Gran, I could really use an omen of some kind about this job.

I got off the bus in Hyde Park and found $20 lying in the crosswalk, with not a soul in sight.

Me: *narrows eyes* cryptic, Gran. I’ll take it, but it’s cryptic.

I figure she thinks I need to make up my own mind, and she just wants to make sure I have a hot meal.

The dollar elephant is one of my favorite folds, but there aren’t really any good diagrams out there, so I folded it mostly from memory.

Me and my $20 elephant will go out some night this week for hamburgers.

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if I lived in the UK...

Sep. 26th, 2016 08:21 am
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...I'd be going to the science-fiction themed cat show.

Seriously.

With Paul Darrow (Avon from Blake's 7), Colin Baker (the Sixth Doctor), John Leeson (K9) and Peter Purves (’60s companion Steven Taylor).

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Sep. 25th, 2016 06:19 pm
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Things I did today

-Made it to davening for all three services
-Ran laundry (new, nonleaky washing machine just installed by landlord!)
-Baked challah for the next couple weeks
-Paid electric bill and did other financial stuff
-Filed old health insurance paperwork
-Cleaned my apartment
-Biked about five miles
-Finished another draft of my new vid and sent to betas
-Watched the Giants game :(

Fairy productive Sunday :)

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Sep. 25th, 2016 07:24 pm
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More from Sequel Season: The Poisoned Blade is book two of Kate Elliott's Court of Fives, the first book of which has been described by the author as Little Women meets American Ninja Warrior, set in a fantasy society that borrows heavily from Hellenistic Egypt.

In the first book, the mixed-race family of Our Heroine Jes is torn completely apart by a political opportunist who wants her star general father married to his niece, and her inconvenient mother and sisters dead.

On the bright side, all this turmoil ends up giving Jes the opportunity to follow her dream and compete full-time in Hellenistic Egyptian American Ninja Warrior!

Book two features more Hellenistic Egyptian American Ninja Warrior, more sibling issues, and MUCH more complex political conspiracies. (Plus, alas to me, more love triangle.) The plot continues to be rollicking and the political conspiracies are genuinely interesting. Once again, the first half of the book took me a little while to get into before the much more action-packed second half, mostly because of the repeated instances of:

JES: I'm gonna do a thing.
INTELLIGENT ADULT: Here is a concise, reasonable explanation as to why doing the thing will blow up in your face in a way that is actively harmful to you and your family, and therefore you are forbidden to do the thing.
JES: whatever, I am totally smart and clever enough to pull off doing the thing.
JES: ...WHOOPS I DID THE THING AND IT BLEW UP IN MY FACE IN A WAY THAT WAS ACTIVELY HARMFUL TO ME AND MY FAMILY
INTELLIGENT ADULT: well who could ever have predicted that >:|

This is a very consistent character trait for Jes, but it is also maybe a reason why Jes herself is probably my least favorite of her siblings. (Admittedly, the competition for favorite is between 'the sensible history nerd who wants to be an archivist' and 'the gossipy, socially brilliant secret lesbian.' Sorry, Jes, you never stood a chance.) Also, if Jes had enough sense not to do things that are obviously bad ideas, much of the plot would not occur, and I do like the plot! But I still wish that YA did not insist so very much on first person present tense; I think this is a story that could really benefit from the option to have multiple POVs.

Shanties

Sep. 25th, 2016 09:27 pm
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I've been listening to shanties while drawing polar explorers and, well, things happen. Deb was Australian, see? So funny!

My conscience would like to point out that the album Northwest Passage came out six years after Silas died, so he would not be singing it in 1910, but since when did respect for chronology trump a good gag? Not ever.

Gosh it feels nice to draw something silly again ...

The Arrival; some other things

Sep. 25th, 2016 12:27 pm
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I am weepy and tired and verklempt. I spent yesterday afternoon "reading" The Arrival, by Shaun Tan; [livejournal.com profile] troyswann recommended it to me when we were up in Scotland and I saw it in Housman's bookshop at King's Cross and bought it on impulse. (And had a weird encounter at the counter, where the clearly-very-new person behind the counter asked me if I were a student or a trade union member, for reasons of discount, because it's that sort of bookshop. "You don't look like you're in a trade union," she said, which made me huff a bit, because what does a trade union member look like? I am in two, for the record, depending on how you count: both on the roll and as a civil servant. Hmph.)

Anyway, The Arrival - it's a fantasy graphic novel told without words, depicting the story of an immigrant family's journey to a strange new place. And I find I don't want to use words to describe how powerful and beautiful it is as a piece of art. I just cried wordlessly at it. This is an unqualified recommendation but it's not something where a brief snippet will give any sense of the enormity of the whole.

So there's that. Here are some other things:

-I've had the flu all week, and am still feeling insubstantial; I went to work on Friday and realised in the middle of the afternoon that September 23rd represents the halfway mark of this posting that is killing me. (I will be glad to have done it I've learned a lot everyone pays their dues etc, you've heard it.) I look back on the last eighteen months and I'm not proud, exactly, because that's not a word that means much in these circumstances, but I have made it this far and I'm glad of it.

-Gaelic restarted this week, and I trundled down to the class on Wednesday and enjoyed it moderately. It's the beginners' class, and the teacher kindly suggested afterwards that gratifying as it may be for one's ego to be the best in the class, it's much better for me to be remedial. So I've been bumped across to the second-year class, which is scary because I really will be the worst in it. Tha mi ag ionnsachadh an-dràsda, etc. After a couple of months away, I still love the language inarticulably outwith its own terms.

-A. and I are going out tonight to celebrate our wedding anniversary. We have been married for three years, together for nine. I ran out of things to say about this years ago. We are what we are; we go on.

-I have several batches of beta comments on the novel, and keep crying at these also; not because they're sad - they're helpful and heartening - but because I've been working on this thing alone for a long time and the externalisation has been a process. (And also because I've now got to pick it up again, in a while, and go on with the work. The first six months I was writing it I never backed it up, because of a secret hope that I'd knock my laptop off a table and bam, I wouldn't have to write it any more.)

But: in a while. The next book on my to-be-read pile is Lavie Tidhar's The Violent Century. Right now I'm going to sit on the couch and watch Star Trek on Netflix.

Syllabus and stats

Sep. 24th, 2016 09:49 pm
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I've updated the online reading list for my Fantasy and Science Fiction class at the Center for the Study of Children’s Literature at Simmons College.

Some random statistics might be interesting. I kept track of them for my own purposes, and then I had too much fun with pivot tables, so I'm sharing some of my results. Keep in mind these are often guesses on my part, because I only needed rough numbers, and I could be wrong.Many stats! )

Canada Thoughts

Sep. 24th, 2016 11:31 pm
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My mind always turns back to Canada around the beginning of October, so none of this should be surprising. Nearly every year I lived in LA, I made sure to go back to BC for Canadian Thanksgiving (the second Monday in October), so as soon as there's a chill in the wind and the leaves go whispery, I get that migratory tingle. Like a goose.

Canada has been on my mind a lot lately; whether this is brought on by that raft of CBC-listening I did a couple weeks ago, or if that was sparked by some subconscious rumbling, I don't know. I am feeling its pull, though, in a way I never expected to do here. Is it a case of finally getting comfortable and so opening up to uncertainty? Or simply 'the grass is always greener'...? Given that coastal BC is a temperate rainforest, the grass is greener there than in lots of places – but that's beside the point.

I absolutely adore Cambridge. I have never felt so at home anywhere. I tell anyone I talk to for more than ten minutes that I would marry Cambridge if I could. We've got a good thing going on, and I feel a little bit dirty even to consider the possibility of leaving, but ... I do. It would help if I had any confidence in the likelihood of my being allowed to stay – when the political atmosphere grows daily darker as far as immigration is concerned, one is not tempted to trust in the mercy of those who hold one's visa renewal in their hands, or be tempted to put down roots of any serious kind. It might also help if I had much experience with staying put – I don't think I've lived at one address for more than three years since college, and life has conditioned me to start wondering 'what next?' as soon as I start to settle in somewhere.

But I can't help wondering if there's more to it than that. I am acutely aware that I am a willing part of Canada's brain drain, and I don't like that. While it's perversely in-character for Canada to play The Giving Tree, it's a brilliant country and deserves to shine, and I'd like to contribute to that shine, if I could. I've been away as long as I lived there, now, but I still identify with its values and still operate under its cultural conditioning, for better or worse. Having been through rather a dark period in the last ten years, Canada has exploded back into being itself, harder than before, and this is exciting. The ramp-up to the sesquicentennial next year is only adding to that. It's a good time to be Canadian, and I'm all the way over here.

Now the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge and their children are off on a Canadian visit, and visiting BC at that. It'll be all over the British news for the next bit, and I'll be seeing the early-October face of BC which was the only face I saw for so many years. Cue those comfortingly familiar homesickness pangs.

Then I start wondering where I'd want to live if I moved back, do Google Street View virtual tours of places I hold in some haze of fantasy, and see that the streets are too wide and the houses too far apart and how does anyone live like this? There are no trains. Too many straight lines. It gets hot in the summer and it's a long long way from anywhere to anywhere.

I came here for a reason, and for the next couple years at least I need to focus on that, so that if I am sent back at the end of it, I will at least have made the most of my time. It is good, in some small way, to know there is a part of me that is ready to go home, so that if it does happen and I spend the rest of my days pining for Cambridge, I'll know where to pin the blame.

In the meantime, I really must find a copy of I Heard The Owl Call My Name ...

Taking a Break

Sep. 24th, 2016 04:14 pm
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This morning I woke up with a sore throat. This began last night and continued until a few hours ago. Now it's gone. Whenever I have a sore throat, it doesn't seem to mean that I'm actually sick. It seems to mean that I'm very tired and stressed. I would always get a sore throat during exams week in college, so I've come to realize this. Another clue was I felt lethargic and didn't want to wake up. So I stayed in bed until noon. Drank some coffee. Ate some oranges, apples, eggs, and potatos. I feel good now.

Amelia and I watched some videos on Youtube along with Netflix. We watched some Disney and were entertained until later this afternoon when she decided to go shopping for a jacket at a store I don't enjoy going to. So I'm staying home to write this journal.

This week I worked on an exam, had a long interview, and finished my Tweet program (along with all the fun stuff school throws at you like job and classes).

The interview went well. It was with a content production department. It's an internship with some video, writing, and communication. But I was told that it's mostly a technical writing position, which would be good. I only feel bad that I didn't have a more grandure portfolio. When someone asked me about a conflict I had in the past and had to dispute, I said that I normally avoid disputes and end up meditating. I suppose this is why they asked about my personality where I told them I am an "advocate." We talked about Briggs-Myers, how I scored, and how that relates to how I identify myself. They seemed to like it and used the description of how I identify myself with their job description. I feel like that's a good sign. Later they asked if the salary would be good and if I could work x hours. I said yes, happily. And then they asked if I'd be still interested. Yes, I insisted. I would like working for them.

It's a large, national software development company that I've been in the application process for a month now. I did not expect to go so far. I guess they must be doing a thorough background check. But I imagine it must be through a third party. If they do take a personal approach, I wonder what they'll find. Perhaps this journal entry? If so -- hello, friends. Please like and subscribe. Haha. :^)

No really, send me a comment if you see this. It'd be a hoot.

Tonight I'll be watching Harry Potter with friends. This morning I felt like maybe I should cancel, but then later after a day of relaxing and not being upset with how my body felt -- I feel like I should be able to go! This is awesome. The body CAN literally recover and heal itself. So I've been thinking about the values of a vacation.

While growing up, I did not like to give myself a relaxing break from my work. I was actively trying to think of work, even when I was obviously putting work off to play video games. I think this is the case for growing up in America in general, as many of my peers, regardless of work and social class seemed to particiate in the idle video game playing while thinking of some sort of real life problem. This as a result meant we never felt rested but always anxious -- this sort of Catholic guilt about just trying to make our bodies less stressed by doing something so innocent as playing a game about some guy dressed in green clothes chasing fairies.

Today I decided not to do that. I put homework totally aside and said to myself, "I will not think about this right now." Instead I worked on making my body feel how it pleased. My body really wanted to stay put, so I sat in the sofa with my partner and watched whatever we pleased and laughed a lot.

I also learned a few things about my own diet that is causing my body to act up in ways I find obnoxious. I'm putting more carbs in my diet since, and the bad effects are calming down. I think it's because I ate too much lentils, beans, and not enough fibers or wheats.

I'm thinking about not being vegetarian anymore for the sake of my health.

It's a hard choice to make, and I'm unsure how I feel about it.

I might write more soon, but I think that's enough for now.

Sleepy Saturday

Sep. 24th, 2016 09:02 pm
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I got home from the 5K this morning, had a little breakfast, and then fell asleep on the couch listening to podcasts. Which was hilarious because when I woke up I was SURE that I had just taken the morning off and HAD TO GET TO WORK, oh my god, it’s 1:20 in the afternoon, I’m so late – 

I was literally in the bedroom trying to pick out work clothes before I realized it was Saturday. WELL DONE ME.

Since recovering from that episode of self-induced panic, I’ve been basically doing not-much, though I’ve been reading a bit in Decisive, by Chip and Dan Heath, which is helping me get a handle on the Back East question. 

Part of the issue is that Mum really loves Chicago and doesn’t especially want me to leave, which I get. I like Chicago and I don’t especially want to leave either. But Back East is New England which means I’d be moving to Boston, and I love Boston, and I think I finally figured out how to get her on side: 

“Well, you know, Mum,” I said to her, “Boston…it’s a lot safer than Chicago.”

Which both is and is not true. Chicago’s frankly epic gun violence is restricted to very specific geographic areas that I really don’t get into much, and it mainly happens at times when I’m at home asleep. I’m also a white dude and thus not worried about running at four in the morning lest the cops decide summary execution is the best way of dealing with me. But Boston has a lower overall crime rate particularly in the Wow That’s So Much Murder department, and thus seems safer to my mother, who has started getting a little anxious about Holy Mother Of God All The Shooting.

In her last email to me she said, “I think you should definitely give Boston a chance.” So, we’ll see. 

A friend of mine from work just finished moving and I offered to buy her boxes from her, so tomorrow I’m going over to pick them up and bring them home. I’m going to be moving soon-ish regardless of whether it’s Chicago or Boston I end up in, so I might as well start packing up the non-vital kitchen stuff, the extra linens, and the delicate Home Decor Which Proves I Don’t Have Cats. 

I love packing. I’m kind of weirdly excited about getting started. 

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Sep. 24th, 2016 01:23 pm
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Sequel Season continues with The Obelisk Gate, the follow-up to N.K. Jemisin's The Fifth Season, in which the world ended and everything was terrible but in extremely interesting and engaging ways!

In The Obelisk Gate, the world continues to end, and things continue to be terrible, but there is a glimmer of hope! Essun, Our Heroine, has found a community where people don't want to (immediately) kill her, and within that community is an old friend (who is admittedly dying), and within that old friend is (possibly) the knowledge that might (maybe) save the world from several thousand years of geological winter and the inevitable destruction of humanity, if he can ever manage to impart it in a straight sentence before he turns completely into stone and is consumed by his new stone eater bestie.

In the meantime, Essun's lost eleven-year-old daughter Nassun is off on her own adventures! ... with a dad who killed her little brother and still might do the same to her if he's not convinced that she's 'curable'; a shiny new father figure who has done many terrible things and will most likely do more terrible things and loves Nassun very, very much; and a plot arc that seems likely to place her in direct and potentially world-destroying collision with her mother (who still wants more than anything to find her daughter, despite the fact that Nassun has no interest in having anything further to do with her) in Book Three.

The Fifth Season was a grim book. This book is as dark, or darker. It's engaging very hard with cycles of abuse and the way that oppression facilitates those cycles, both on the overarching and the extremely personal scales. Also, Essun and Nassun between them wipe out at least three ENTIRE CITIES in this book alone. Maybe four? I might be losing count. (And yet still neither of them is actually winning the body count Olympics! Thanks, Alabaster.)

But, you know, as of this book I do not, in fact, actually feel like the entire series is likely to end with rocks falling and everyone dying, which is something! (A rock certainly seems destined to fall and a lot of people will most likely die -- at this point, Essun is going at a steady rate of two cities destroyed per book and I expect that to be maintained at BARE MINIMUM -- but probably not everybody!)
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Skyline, during a walk break. Final time 35:50, not too bad. #crosspost (at Soldier Field Stadium - Chicago)

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It’s the perfect day to hate running. (at The Field Museum)

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Sep. 23rd, 2016 09:28 pm
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Interesting post on the geographic distribution in the decline of violent crime in the US. Needs more crunchy statistical analysis, but it does look like the urban-rural divide is relevant.

Because there's no such thing as climate change.

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So glad I have chorus practice on Monday so I won't be tempted to watch the first debate.

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Four solid days of hanging out with coworkers is possibly two days too much.

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In other news, I received a postcard from Malta today. Lovely photos, with a chatty note about the Dunnett connection (Disorderly Knights has a long section in Malta), and an indecipherable set of initials at the bottom. I have no idea who sent it. Help?

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GBBO continues to entertain, possibly even more so because of the news about 3/4 of the cast departing. Sad! But I cannot believe that Paul Hollywood has never experienced the glory that is peanut butter and banana. How is this even possible?
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Having burned through the backlog in correspondence, we are now pleased to announce our contributors for our first ever issue of Ligature Works. In particular order, we are thrilled to be able to offer original poetry and prose from:

  • Mary Soon Lee, “Feng” (epic poetry fragment)
  • EM Beck, “By The Hand Of The Witch” (fantasy)
  • Ingrid Garcia, “Signs of Life” (poetic tryptich)
  • Toby MacNutt, “The Way You Say Good-Night” (contemporary fantasy)
  • Margarita Tenser, “The Second Law of Thermodynamics” (poem)
  • Sheryl R. Hayes, “The Twisted Princess” (fantasy)

I have to say, while the logistics of our system were not the best (not that we expected them to be, our first time out), the actual process and the end results of our anonymous reading cannot be beat. With just six slots to fill for our inaugural issue, we managed to assemble a very wide-ranging collection of works by women and non-binary writers from different countries, backgrounds, and races.

We discovered as we closed out our slush pile that in the process of assembling this issue, we had rejected works by award-winning authors and poets and some dear friends and people whom we admire. The latter hurt a bit, but all in all, the results convinced me this was for the best. We picked the pieces that spoke to us and that most fit with what we’re trying to do here.

Interestingly, while we invited potential contributors to include any information about their experience or identity they felt would be relevant to our evaluation, very few chose to do so. I say this is “interesting” because I can only imagine the clamor from Certain Quarters over our emerging table of contents is that it must be some kind of affirmative action. But quality (both in the sense of “level of goodness” and “that particular characteristic we’re looking for”) stands out.

You will be able to read these pieces for free in our first issue when it goes live (projected: September 30th) at http://www.ligatureworks.com.

Originally published at Blue Author Is About To Write.

STATUS: Friday, September 23rd

Sep. 23rd, 2016 03:16 pm
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The Daily Report

Well, I’ve spent way more time this week on RealmLike than I had expected to, due to a confluence of two factors: some very promising nibbles of interest my first announcements received, and some interface-breaking/compatibility-impairing bugs with the BYOND engine that runs it that threatened to inhibit that interest. BYOND’s lead developer is very responsive, though, and has been working to clear up those bugs. The browser-embedded version of the game is already leaps and bounds better than it was, and I am confident it will soon be fully functional in every way.

Before we got to that point, I spent (wasted) a lot of times assuming that the bugs were just gaps in my own understanding and trying to fix them on my own. Having the bugs I report verified and fixed is doing a lot to restore my confidence in my programming skills, and the game is shaping up into something I’m proud of. There aren’t enough people playing at a time yet for the social aspects of a MUD to start to crop up, but it really does scratch the retro dungeon-crawler itch that occasionally causes me to fire up a DOS emulator so I can play Nethack or DND.exe.

Absent spending whole days wrestling with a thing that should work but isn’t, I expect the game to progress by leaps and bounds even with just a couple hours a day devoted to it. BYOND’s programming language is easy, I’ve made the game’s basic system fairly extensible. I already extended the Cleric, the third one of the four core classes out to level 5, leaving only the Wizard as a sort of skeletal outline to be filled in.

The dungeon itself gained a bunch of features to make it less of a non-descript maze; some doorways now have doors. Random debris can litter the hallways. Statues appear in certain places. Most of it is just set-dressing, but it does help you figure out when you’re going around in circles. Now there are landmarks. Along the same lines, each level of the dungeon has a randomly assigned brick color to help you tell them apart, and the dungeon is physically lighter in the region around the up exit and darker around the down one.

In non-RealmLike news: even with the setbacks of the previous weeks, Ligature Works is still on track to publish its first issue next Friday, September 30th. I’d like to make a post announcing our table of contents/contributors, once I’m back at my desktop and can make sure I’m getting everybody’s bylines exactly right. And my Word hack of making a document template that is more comfortable for me to write in is yielding interesting dividends, writing-wise. More on that later.

Financial Status

Mostly unchanged. My attempts earlier in the month to do some ad hoc “reminder I need money to live” crowdfunding went mostly nowhere, but I am sanguine. If RealmLike’s browser interface can be made fully functional, it could well become another ongoing revenue stream. Again, there have been only a few intrepid playtesters so far, but once the browser issues are resolved I think it will easily grow some legs.

The State of the Me

Physically pretty great. Mentally a little more absentminded than I like to be. Usually when I’m as forgetful as I have been the past few days, it corresponds to high levels of cognitive fog. I have been clearheaded, but scatterbrained.

Plans For Today

Well, I have a domain for RealmLike, so I’m in the process of setting up a blog there so I have a central place to post updates without flooding this one. I’m going to be doing Tales of MU, and probably that Ligature Works post.

Originally published at Blue Author Is About To Write.

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