Finished the first draft of a book begun in January. Completely secret work, haven't told anyone anything about it. Might never publish it. A few months of editing will tell.
I think I love it. It's a story I wanted to read but couldn't find. We'll see.
Upgraded a wire fence around a young pine tree. For whatever reason, that little tree's Deer Crack for antler rubbing. Heh, try harder, boys, Tree Armor +10 now.
In an attempt to save the last remnant of lily, I sent 22 for deer and rabbit repellent earlier today, which I've never used before.
I went out to apply. The smell started to gag me, it began to leak on my hand which caused mild upset, fearing I was slightly downwind and now smelled of it, I put the bottle down and went to wash my hands, reassess.
Walked into the house and said, "I'm sure this could be made with piss."
Just then, 22, looking outside, hits the window, "Hey!", he shouts and opens the backdoor. Courage runs in and puts himself in the corner behind furniture.
We have motion-activated sprinklers guarding the lilies from our neighborhood deer. They work okay but don’t last long. Our veggie garden has a serious fence but not our front yard. Good luck.
Feeling real cognitive dissonance watching the stock market go up. I'm pretty sure it's all layoffs and AI froth and vulture acquisitions. Tech stocks up on the prospects of tech companies without tech employees. Lie machines ramping up production to meet demand. Rich people's moods, I've heard the market described as.
No real point to get across, no big insights, only a sense of disconnect with the civilization at large.
Speaking as one of your least important customers (and a LastPass refugee): can you please not? I was just starting to feel comfortable about you guys. Sigh, I guess the search continues.
Hi Blake, that there may be new sneaky ways into my passwords coded up by clever people. I would prefer a password manager that didn’t create features that made me question my trust in it.
It’s possible that I’m not your target customer. That said, I’ve otherwise been pleased with your product.
Found my ancient original iPhone 1.0 in a drawer, its battery bulging. Put it in the metal ash bucket and shut the lid. Hope the e-waste people take it. Got nervous and peeked at other antiquities, no probs observed.
Gosh that phone was so little and cute. The recent ones seem Costco-sized.
Am enjoying the strange world of Elden Ring. Yes, I’m the planet’s Least Competent Gamer, but the game lets me run away and pick my battles, and it’s a beautifully odd world to get lost in. Think I’ve finally found another game I can stick with.
The nice glass aquarium I ordered for our household's orchid grower (kitten protection +10) arrived sounding like giant maracas. I'm blaming that nasty postmaster general.
Outside weeding for the first time in weeks. #LongCovid has whacked me hard lately, to the point where living on acreage feels like a mistake. It’s really nice out. I’ll try to make a little progress, then go take a nap. Don’t catch it.
That's so hard, I'm really sorry. My fam try to be patient with me after Covid broke my brain, but it's tough for them too. No idea where it will all lead. Hoping for the best for you.
The kittens have discovered my studio’s recycling box and are busy turning everything into toys. A paper bag? Toy. An empty plastic container? A clattering toy that rolls. Cardboard tear strip from a box of fig bars? Chew toy. Such a happy trash party. I think they’re part raccoon.
Yours truly, the world's Least Competent Action Gamer, has bounced off Stellar Blade, even after turning down the difficulty all the way. I have trouble with all those sequences of triangles and squares, a dozen monsters won't let me pass, and I'm still in the babysteps zone where those dozen monsters block my path. It's stopped being fun. I'd been looking forward to a bright sci-fi dressup game. Perhaps it's not for the old and slow.
This morning I did the farmers market and put on Laurie Anderson's Home of the Brave, which is inspiring me to do a vocal project.
Gravity's Rainbow is a song that I never understood but it drove me to read the book. In which overwhelmingly sharp coincidences occur. I won't spoil it, but that's the important point to remember.
I actually listened to the song on the way to and back. It features Peter Gabriel and is one of my favorites on the album. The other duet they do also appears on one if his albums.
Once I am home, I unload and walk to an estate sale that is closeby. NASA collectibles drew my interest.
I'm having a hilarious #writing research experience while hunting for a name for a Milanese intimate apparel designer. (It's for a book of fiction). Every Italian girl's name I try in a search engine is already taken by either an existing intimate apparel designer or a photographer of the same. Ah, Italy, bellissma.
Thing I said to the nice gentlemen out doorbelling in the rain: "I'm sorry, but we're so not bible people." Then I wished them well in their ministry. They thanked me. Probably devils with manners are the worst.
