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horror fic recs

Made some horror fic recs! Miss Marple, The Thing, Apostle, Anaconda, The Descent, all here at my journal. :)

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puzzles

One of my favorite ways to observe any holiday is with a jigsaw puzzle so yesterday, Mother's Day, I did this one. I bought it at the yard sale fundraiser for the music program boosters of Minor's high school (I got 2 for $1). I can't say I recommend it because the pieces don't lock very well at all (so one bump of a knee and your hard work is ruined). Nevertheless, it served its purpose. I did it in one sitting. 350 pieces. Artbox.

PWHL Trinket Trade Idea

In chat for PWHL games, people call the NHL the MNHL because if all women's sports need a W stuck in there, we're going to stick Ms into boy sports. This gave me the idea to do a logo edit to make buttons of. The lettering isn't perfect... (But don't ask how much it took for me to get it that decent) Most people wouldn't catch the reference, but I feel like making a logo edit (hopefully, maybe) somewhat explains the joke.

The main viewership for PWHL games are on youtube with a moderated chat, which is heavily shaping PWHL fan culture right now. MNHL, hocket, RTPTPP, negotiations, etc all come from there.

Also, at games people do trinket trades! I have some stickers and also a necklace with a glass pendant in Torrent colors that I've been given at events. I had planned to have items for the trinket trade at the pride game, but the project I started wound up being bigger than I could get done in time. I am still doing that project, but I am also working on a pin set because I've made lots of pins over the years. Pin designs, doing something I know how to do, what a concept. I have my own button maker, sized 1.25" I am working on some other designs as well.

I am fine with this being a joke only some people get, but at first glance how does the image read? I've got a long time before the ~~Limewire~~Torrent play again, so I've got time to polish these ideas. I can't make the lettering too much bigger without widening the overall shield-shape more, and if do that it stops reading like the NHL crest and starts reading rent-a-cop

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music monday

Music Monday: Shaw Nuff

Today in jazz history. Dizzy Gillespie and Charlie Parker recorded this.

Watch on YouTube

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blake's 7

30 Days of Blake's 7 - Day 11

Day 11: Best SFX / most woeful use of SFX

Best SFX: the Liberator. I love that ship. It is stunningly beautiful, especially that shot where it seems to be simply hanging in space. It was a genuinely alien concept, wonderfully brought to life. The team working on the new SFX that are an option on the Blu-ray did her proud with the new model work.

Most woeful use of SFX: There are a number of candidates. :-) Since we've been talking about Harvest of Kairos a lot, let's give an award to Brian the Spider for managing to not be the most awful thing about the episode. Unfortunately, the Liberator makes it into this category as well, at least in its "unconvincing cardboard cutout" incarnation. One of the nice things about the new SFX is that having built a new hero model, they also had the budget to film a lot more shots of the model than the original SFX team did.

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Game of Thrones of Ice And Fire

I have been reading Game of Thrones fic (and

leupagus has succeeded in getting me to care about Targaryens, an incredible feat) and stumbled onto glimpsing an explainer video and...

Apparently I've been pronouncing Baratheon wrong all these years?

This is just like the whole Patreon thing all over again, isn't it. I always thought it was "pa-TRAY-on", and apparnetly everyone else in the world calls it "pay-tree-on".

And now we've got "bear-ah-they-on", which is actually (????) "ba-rath-ee-on". Oh. All rightie then.

So on that note, here are three GOT WIP recs:

The Songs and the Stories, the Lies and the Glories by leupagus. Baelor "Breakspear" Targaryen/Duncan the Tall. Come for the loyalty kink, stay for the loyalty kink. Just truly an incredible amount of loyalty kink. Baelor lives and becomes king and is doing his best not to fall into bed with Duncan, and when they do get in bed, not have sex. Because it would be such a bad idea to do it. Even though they both want it. A lot.

Can be read without knowing a single bit of canon for this spin-off or which Targayren is which.

Life and Honor by NoOne0_o. Jamie Lannister gen where he's sent to the Wall after killing Aerys. This made me care about the Night Watch. I don't care about the Night Watch! But the author does a wonderful job of flipping the actual GOT situation (where there's plenty of plot going on below the Wall but none of it actually matters because the zombies are about to come and eat everyone, and I don't care about the whole zombies coming plotline because that is so much more boring especially in terms of plot (oh, look, a zombie apocalypse, never seen one of those before) than the rest of it) so everything at the Wall becomes the most necessary, important thing, and everything below the Wall is a bunch of hot air that's distracting people from preparing for the coming zombie apocalypse. WIP hasn't been updated since 2022, but ends in a good spot, so even if it's never finished, you can extrapolate from it what's going to happen from there.

Scarlet Woman by ilikeexploding. Lysa Tully transmigration. Oh, this one has caveats. The author is very explicitly, very much purposefully, making Lysa evil and awful and a horrible person. This is well-done. The author is also very good at having things not always go splendidly for Lysa, how her machinations sometimes backfire, how other people have agency and do things not how she'd like. She is doing really awful things in this fic, and the way it's going now, it may be that it crosses some kind of limit even for me, and I like villain fics. But this fic is really well done, and does something I found such a breath of fresh air: Lysa does some evil things to get rid of Tywin. And she knows it's evil and the author knows it's evil.

This in contrast to other GOT fics where the characters are like "I need to get rid of Tywin, I don't care how many people need to die or suffer for me to do it, my one single enemy, the only problem in the world, is Tywin, and the only way I can kill him is by killing a lot of people who aren't the problem in order to get to him" and that's treated as understandable, a good thing to do. Oh, you have to go to war in order to protect Jon Snow from Tywin? It's morally justifiable to kill uncounted numbers of people, just because you need to get rid of The Big Bad, when The Big Bad does not have magical powers, is not super powered, he's just very very rich and well connected? You decide to create a war to get rid of this guy, a war that you could easily lose, just for Tywin Lannister? In a universe where there are magical assassins???? Two kinds of magical assassins, actually, I think????

And so then you have this fic, where Lysa decides to get rid of Tywin in revenge for him raping her (yeah, I didn't copy the pairing tag because I don't really consider it the pairing of the fic), but she has to do it in a way that 1) Tywin will die knowing she's the instrument of his downfall but, 2) no one else knows that she had anything to do with it. And she goes about it in a horrifying horrible way. But. At no point is this decision justified as being moral or the right thing to do. Because Lysa isn't moral and she's doing the right thing for herself as she'd decided it, to protect her own power.

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daily: check in

Daily Check-In: Day 11

Hello!

Did you get some writing in today?

Yes
No
I thought about it here and there.

johohe! hallajo! hohoha! hallojo! ho! ha! ha! ja! hallajo! hallaha! hallahoja!

I've never been much of a fan of opera - I don't like the vocal style, way too much vibrato for me - but since my sister started working for an opera company I've been to a few of their shows, and what's become really apparent is that I really do enjoy watching opera. The music might not be entirely to my taste, but I get properly sucked into the story, even when it's moderately silly.

So on Thursday I went to see ( The Flying Dutchman )

I do think I need to go and watch more opera, even if I'm still probably not going to go listening to it on recordings. Although IIRC there wasn't much of interest to me in next year's programme, so it might be a while!

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channel islands

We did it! Also, OOF

Today the weather was absolutely gorgeous, sunny and mildly warm and a steady wind from the north -- and that last was important because today was our day to do a challenging hike along the north coast, and the last thing you want is a wind blowing you off the cliff!

Spoiler: we did not get blown off the cliff.

We had another huge breakfast at the guesthouse -- honestly, I'm becoming less able to eat them as the week goes on. I'm just not used to either that much volume of food at breakfast, or that much dietary fat; fat is very filling! And today's omelet/scramble included the bacon I didn't eat yesterday. We asked for vegetables tomorrow, lots of veggies please. After that I think I may opt out of cooked breakfast entirely for a day or so, and just have muesli with fruit and milk; it's still got a lot of nuts, but that fat doesn't gorge me the way eggs and bacon do.

Anyway, after that we caught a bus up to the northwest corner of the island, to a ruin called Grosnez Castle. We weren't quite sure which way it was from the bus stop, but we got to chatting with a slightly older couple who had also gotten off the bus, and they were confident it was thataway, so off we all went. Except that we walked faster than them, and anyway they were going to be turning left/counterclockwise at the edge of the land to go geocaching, while we were turning right/clockwise to pick up a coastal trail. A few days ago we overheard a woman complaining to a group of friends that the trail she'd tried to follow had been really poorly marked and she'd ended up walking several kilometers further than she should have had to, but we found it pretty clear throughout the day; the path was always obvious, and there were occasional signs. The only problem was that sometimes there were a couple of possible paths and we weren't sure which one was best -- but I had downloaded a GPS app and loaded into it a trail from I think it was a Jersey Heritage site? Anyway it kept us on the extremely curvy and narrow.

We didn't bother exploring the castle ruin, because we wanted to get walking; we knew where we were hoping to end up but really weren't sure how long it would take us to get there. So off we went!

The trail was much like the cliff trails we were on in Wales last year: narrow, often only a yard or so from Certain Death but safe enough if you weren't stupid about it, with absolutely gorgeous views along the cliffs and out to sea, where we could see Guernsey and Sark (and probably Herm too) in the distance. And also France, but that's old hat to us by now. (I was amused to get a text from our mobile-phone provider informing me that I was now roaming on a French network, though!) We tromped along happily, admiring everything including our own stamina. There was a lot of up and down, as the trail wended its way through and around and down into the places where the sea has cut deeply into the land.

There are supposed to be a few puffins in that area, a small colony, but we didn't expect to see them, and indeed we did not. We did, however, see the giant statue of a pair of puffins that has been put up to mark their presence!

We had caught a 10:30 bus and started walking at 11:30, and at about 1:30 we arrived in the town of Grève de Lecq, which greeted us with perfectly salubrious public toilets, and a beautiful curving stretch of sand beach, and a very nice beachside cafe with outdoor seating. As I said to Geoff, that's my kind of hiking: rugged terrain, gorgeous views, crashing ocean waves, and a pub every two hours! We split a pint of Liberation ale (unfortunately no longer actually brewed on Jersey) and a piping hot plate of chips with a sort of chili mayo dip, and Geoff also bought me a bottle of water, because I hate the taste of the tap water at our guesthouse and had meant to bring an empty water bottle to fill along the way but forgot. (Look, I was managing all the logistics of getting us to the start of the hike, and keeping us on the right trail, and keeping an eye on the bus times to get us home again from various possible bailout points, and I did remember to bring the bag of trail mix. I dropped one stitch. And then I had a bottle of tasty water anyway!)

We headed out again at two, but fortunately only got about five minutes down the road before Geoff realized he'd left his camera on the table! So I waited while he went back for it; the waitress had kindly set it aside when she saw it had been forgotten. So Geoff ended up walking a bit further than me today, and accordingly has slightly greater bragging rights 😀

Anyway, from there we continued on the same kind of cliffside trail (and occasionally road), except that we made a small detour around a recreational shooting range that was flying the red flags that meant, according to all the signs, ACTIVE SHOOTING IN PROGRESS, DO NOT ENTER. We did not enter! We did see a couple of guys with bows as we skirted the edge of the restricted area, and a little further on we heard a fair amount of gunfire.

Right at the point where we detoured, we also stopped to look at some odd-looking sheep grazing in a field beside the road. Another couple of hikers were already there, looking at the sheep and chatting with the shepherd, a young man who was happy to tell us that they were an unusual breed called Manx Loaghtan (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manx_Loaghtan); he said, and we could see, that they often had four horns, but Wikipedia says they sometimes have six! We definitely didn't see any six-horned ones. And a signpost next to the field he and they were in told us that the conical hill in the center of the field, on the edge of the cliff overlooking the ocean, was an ancient hill fort, which had been fortified in various ways by multiple succeeding cultures and forces. So much history, just lying around everywhere!

We walked past many many potato fields, and startled several grouse out of the gorse as we walked by, and saw a tractor moving through a field and followed by a flock of hopeful gulls (or similar), and encountered a fair number of other walkers, either coming the other way or overtaking us. We don't generally overtake others, except for one older couple whom we leapfrogged a few times as we and they alternately stopped to rest, snack, or don or doff layers. Strange to think that we also qualify as an older couple now!

We made it to our ultimate goal, the evocatively named Devil's Hole, a deep crater and blowhole in the oceanside cliff, at about 3:15. Except that we weren't actually there yet; we had arrived at the Devil's Hole bus stop, from which we could get home, but the Devil's Hole itself was a ten-minute walk further on, steeply down through woods as we approached the edge of the water. Climbing back up was not fun ("ten minutes there, fifteen minutes back"), but the Devil's Hole itself was worth it: a wide and dramatically deep and dangerous hole in the rock, and fascinating to stare down into. A signboard warned onlookers that the ground beyond the constructed path and viewing platform was crumbly and unstable, adding, almost but not quite in these words, "Jersey Fire and Rescue rescues twenty or thirty people a year who try to climb down there and can't get back up, don't be a dumbass!" It was indeed sooooo tempting to hop the fence just to get a better look down the throat of the crater, but we generally try not to be dumbasses, so we did not. Sadly it was low tide, so the seawater was not crashing in the crater, but we could see it ominously slapping around at the bottom, as the waves washed the outer side of the rock.

There was also a big statue of the devil beside the path down, mostly cheesy but fun to see.

We slogged back up the path to the parking lot where the bus would stop, had about twenty minutes to sit and rest, and then the bus arrived that would take us back home! Excellent timing. Well, first it took us five or six stops further out, to the end of its route, and then it turned around and took us home.

You could not pay me to drive on these roads. The roadway was often barely six inches wider than the bus, and yet was a two-way road; several times either the bus or the oncoming vehicle had to brake hard, back up, and pull into some invisible but marginally wider spot -- or just into someone's driveway -- so that we could squeeze past each other. Truck drivers and oncoming buses often flipped their rear-view mirrors in to make more room. In the more rural northern part of the route, the bus driver often honked several times as he approached blind curves. If there was a bicyclist in the road, there would often be a line of several cars creeping along behind them, since it was rarely possible to get around them (and you couldn't pay me to bike these roads either). As an admiring and occasionally freaked out passenger, though, bus rides like that are pretty cool! Also, the bus we took home was a newer one, and it actually announced every upcoming stop both aloud and on an electronic screen, which was remarkably civilized compared to the way I'd had to carefully track our progress on previous bus rides so as to know where we were and when we should get off. It wasn't actually helpful, though, since we were going to the end of the line, the big main bus station in the center of town, so we didn't need help identifying it. But it's good to know that some buses, at least, have that system!

Rather than get home and then drag ourselves out again for dinner, on our way home from the bus station we stopped at a likely-looking pub that had outdoor seating and split a big order of fish and chips; a "coronation chicken tart" that turned out to be curried chicken salad on top of a flaky pastry, garnished with salad greens; and another pint of Liberation Ale. Then back to the room for collapsing, showering, and blogging. And here we are!

huh?

Somewhere along the last few years my Introvert/Extrovert balance must have shifted to the left.

My doctor ordered a blood test that requires a 12-hour fast, so I did the fast, went to get the test first thing after I woke up, then went with the SU to our favorite deli, which was normally busy, and got home -- and I am completely exhausted. Too many people in too little time, also in too small a space. Yet this is the deli we've been going to since 1989, except that we weren't there for the last six years. The food is great, the wait staff is friendly and longterm -- I saw a couple of people who've worked there for more than a decade -- and it's a good place.

Yet I am feeling radically overpeopled, as if I'd had to sing an opera in the round, with no wings at the side of the stage to rest in.

Next time, one or the other; clinic or deli. Not both.

ETA: Also, I am having trouble with Etsy. It won't let me sign in with my always-used email, kitmason@gmail.com. And I can't contact Customer Service to ask them why this is happening because they are only contacted once you've signed in. Suggestions, anyone?

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Well, minuses and pluses I suppose

Having spent a fair amount of time last week finally doing some prep for forthcoming talk on condomz - well, at least pulling together existing visuals from former presentations and digging up a few fresh items to create suitable slides - get message that advance bookings are being very laggardly (apparently a problem with event programme generally?) and they may have to cancel.

SIGH, though I feel this is not lost work and may very well come in useful at some time.

And of course they may not have to cancel, bookings may pick up I suppose.

In rather more cheery news, a little while ago I bopped off an enquiry to The Academic Press with which I published The Co-authored Volume, since I have not heard from them for many a year, and in spite of the fact that lo, 'tis over twenty years now since it burst upon the world, it is still in print. (And still getting cited, yay.)

And I must say their website was a bit of a nightmare to navigate and I ended up sending a plaintive message to a very generic enquiry email as I could not find any other relevant one to apply to.

Behold, I have heard from an Accounts person that they sent a cheque to Former Workplace in 2020 (hah!) which was never cashed, surprise - what between lockdown and the various staff upheavals I was not at all astonished to hear this - but they have now sent me a statement of the royalties accruing (a very modest sum) and asking for my bank details.

Which is better than a bat in the eye with a burnt stick, do admit.

(I am not sure whether the royalties match up to the amounts earned for the same work via the Authors' Licensing and Copyright Society over the same period, but I am not sure that I am massively motivated to check.)

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bundle of holding

Bundle of Holding: Atomic Robo (from 2021) & Atomic Robo New Era

Nine complete .PDF graphic albums of the Atomic Robo comic series from Tesladyne LLC, plus the 2014 Atomic Robo RPG tabletop roleplaying game from Evil Hat Productions.

Bundle of Holding: Atomic Robo (from 2021)

Eight more albums of Robo's continuing adventures for an unbeatable bargain price.

Bundle of Holding: Atomic Robo New Era

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Jim Butcher's The Dresden Files: War Cry

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The weekend ended up being more low energy than I expected. That was cause I woke up Saturday and mum had a fall messing outside (she’s fine thankfully but I’ve always told her not to do anything out there unless I’m downstairs to hear her) and then ugh. She decided that the best thing to do would be to argue. There’s stuff she wants doing in the house but, as always, she wants all of them doing at the same time. I tell her to prioritise them, or give me space to do them and it’s like I’m asking the world from her.

It’s frustrating cause this is a repeated thing that happens every few months but she doesn’t care to actually do these things.

Thus I came back from walking the dog, messed upstairs until I exhausted myself and stayed there all day and until lunch the next day.

Yesterday was also fairly uneventful, bar watching the next Doctor Who boxset ep (more on that later) but I didn’t do much of what I’d hoped this weekend. I only watched that and an episode of Ghost Files Saturday night (and the standard gaming stuff).

I did get credits rolled on Tomodachi life though there’s still things to do.i hope they add an update with more stuff (more quirks, more inventory space for people, more unlockables) but I need to add more people.

This morning was spent trying to chase up my hospital appointment (still no answers but had three different numbers to call). One of the calls even said I’d been discharged despite the referral and not being told. The third call did say that was wrong and to chase it up but still…

There was mail this morning, which was the rest of the comic book day comics (I’ve not read them yet or even checked them) and my second intentional 4K which was for Cold Storage. The hmv exclusive does have its own cover and a set of cards… but there’s no special features listed which is odd. Maybe there is something when I watch, but it’s annoying if there’s nothing, (Clown In A Cornfield was odd like that too).

Last night was the next in the Who ray run which was… Caves Of Androzani.

People consider this a classic and… I’m not entirely sure why. It’s so grim, virtually every character is unlikeable (and all but two people end up dead).

The Doctor and Peri land on the world of Androzani Minor. In the process of exploring they end up in a cave system and find out that this world produces a drunk, Spectrox, with life extending properties. However the facilities have been commandeered by a man named Sharaz Jek. Jek has been betrayed by a buisness an on Androzani Major and that’s led to a conflict. Oh and unrefined, the spectrox is toxic.

Like I said pretty much everyone in this is unpleasant. Much like Vengeance Of Varos (from the next season) it’s one of those eps that’s so grim you want it to end sooner. Sharaz Jek is kinda sympathetic as a man betrayed by someone he trusted (leaving him scarred) and his outfit does look good but… he spends a good chunk of time leering over Peri.

Morgus, the businessman is awful. He’s amoral, killing people just because they’re an inconvenience. And he has this… odd way of talking that’s… hard to describe. It’s kinda flat and very off putting (with random asides to camera too, again for some reason? Apparently the actor just did them not understand stage directions and they kept them in)

The only good parts are towards the end, both with Morgus. First his secretary telling him gleefully that she’s took over his buisness and ket the government know his crimes. Second it’s when he confronts Jek and ends up dead for his trouble.

The end of the ep has the doctor (after managing to get poisoned along with Peri at the start) dying of the poisoning, regenerating into the sixth doctor (oh boy) but at least the regeneration brings Tegan, Turlough, Nyssa and Adric back (oh and Kamleion’s there too I guess).

Gonna watch the special features tonight then the next ep (whenever that’ll be) is the last of the season, The Twin Dilemma. Is it as bad as people think? I guess we’ll see

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Fandom Empire - NEW Challenge

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hockey

The playoffs continue (without the Flyers, thankfully)

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Monday

Well, let's see... yesterday, Bonny came over, Noelle came by, Jackie got scammed.

Bonny brought her new hip down the hall - her apartment is the farthest from mine. Her news to share was that probably Friday, her refrigerator quit. I cannot understand why she would not have noticed but by the time she did, stuff was warm, ice was melting and she tossed everything out - or rather the maintenance guys did. What a PIA.

Noelle returned the Chromebook I lent her and brought flowers which was a lovely thought but the flowers are ugly and now I have to wait until enough time has passed that the flowers will have died and then return her vase. I think I have a work around, though.

Jackie sent a series of emails yesterday which I finally figured out was a scam but it was the I don't know how to work Amazon so I need you to buy a gift card and send it to my friend, thing. The is pretty much exactly what Jackie would do but... she has tons of close friends and family and would never ask me. Plus her note said her friend was dying of ovarian cancer and it was her birthday. No mention of Mother's Day. And she said all the stores were closed so she couldn't just go by one. Finally about an hour later, Jackie sent a note around that she had been scammed.

Meanwhile, I was actually in the middle of an Amazon buying spree so that was weird. All of a sudden I'm out of stuff or I want stuff. I felt like I ordered stuff all weekend but, turns out, it wasn't quite that much. I do have returns that need to get to FedEx sometime this week.

I have learned to swim in the sun. When the blinds are down, in the mornings, and the Sun is strong, you still get the glare but I have decided not to let it bother me. This morning, it was a killer but I still had a wonderful swim.

I track my swim on my Pixel watch that feeds into Fitbit. My health insurance company pays for Fitbit Premium. Fitbit Premium wants me to sign up with a health coach and do all kinds of ridiculous things. I managed to turn most of it off but... I haven't figured out how to turn off the AI critique of my swim. And now I'm kind of addicted to it. I have a good swim and I enjoy it so whothefuckcares what Fitbit has to say about it??? Turns out, I do! And today I found myself swimming a little harder in the middle of my run just to see if the stupid AI would notice. Of course it did. hahahah

Also now on my radar is the Medicare GLP-1 Bridge Program. My $349 a month Wegovy bill will go to $50. And July 1 is coming right up. My latest order gives me enough pens to get to July 1. But, of course, I have zero confidence that 1. the program will happen and 2. if it does, it will work as boasted. My doctor is all over it so at least I know that if it happens, I'll be included. In about 4 weeks, I'll need to decide if I want to wait and bet on the program happening when and how they say it will or if I want to spend $350 to ensure I'm covered until we know.

No big plans for today - actually I should go make that Amazon run and I might.

(My friend, Martha, wears yellow Crocs often. Saturday she asked me to make her a doll 'with yellow Crocs with jibbits!')

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Two Plot-Friendly Approaches to Generation Ships

When it comes to governing a generation ship, do you prefer the Watsonian or Doylist strategy?

Two Plot-Friendly Approaches to Generation Ships

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Lukewarm II: Glaciation (JLA #110-111, ’TIS THE SEASON TO BE FREEZIN’)

Part 94b of 105. Warning for NSFW content that looks wilder than it is.

Last time out, we saw the mid-Nineties WLW affair that wasn’t, in the final, waning days of the title once known as Justice League International. Short version:

🔥 🧊 = ⚢?
🔥 🧊 = 💜⚢💜??!!
🔥 🧊 = ⚢ 👅🌮💦?!?!?!
… ❌!!!
🤪 🤪 🤪 🤪 🤪

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My weekend

Just as I was closing my house manager shift last night, an important door lost an integral part. So, I was late getting home.

Today, get in, door not fixed. I get to make sure it is used judiciously.

During the early part of the evening shift, someone on campus, concerned that there was someone on campus pretending to be a cop, decided that the best course of action was to dress entirely in black, including mask, then approach random people to warn them there was a fake cop on campus. This did not instill calm but the campus cops dealt with it.

As I was waiting to go home, I thought I could smell skunk. Asked my HM about it. It seems someone managed to anger the local skunk enough to get sprayed. Not me!