I’ve been meaning to read John Ringo and James Aidee’s Beyond the Ranges for a bit now, but only finally got around to it because I’m sick with a cold. It’s clearly the first book in a series about planetary colonization, with a healthy dose of mysterious precursors and the need for developing a functioning economy in the process. Started slow, but picked up. Check it out.
#commissionearned
More or less, mostly more. Been sleeping a lot. I figure tomorrow will be much less miserable, and Monday I’ll be generally functional. Right now I just want to watch and read things and not think too hard.
Colds suck.
Via Hot Air. Mind you, I don’t really agree with that philosophy, but Mike Tyson has one, it is self-consistent, and many other people have it. It weirded out the kid a little, sure, but not in a creepy way and they gotta learn about this stuff sometime.
Man, but I did not miss catching colds. This absolutely sucks, especially since this is the first time in years that we’ve gotten hit like this. Which is probably why we’ve all been so miserable around the house here, and now it’s my turn.
Alas, I expect I’ll be out for the weekend, at this rate. Certainly I’ve had to cancel a minor SCA vending activity tomorrow, although that was more ‘get out of the house’ than ‘sell books.’ Oh, well. Back to the fluids and Dayquil.
Which is probably for the best. Everybody else in the house has gotten over or is getting this cold, so I can safely suffer in peace and quiet for a couple of days. It’s plenty of fluids and decongestants for me!
I just can’t keep my eyes open any longer.
It’s funny. Normally I’m a lot less confident than I sound about a scheme. You’d think that knowing that the complicated part in all of this was coming up with a line of nonsense that New Californians could believe would be less stressful than trying to fool a Dominion Archmage, but somehow it was even more nerve-wracking. They had more eyes to pull the wool over, after all.
Then again, what choice did I have? Was I supposed to tell them, Trust me. The ambassador has a secret heroine addiction? They’d never believe that. I barely believed it myself.
This would be the annual Christmas/Solstice gift exchange between various members of the HPL Historical Society. If you’re a member, check your email for the sign-up link. If you are not a member, consider joining (I have a lifetime membership, myself). The HPLHS makes great Mythos-related props and materials, in a wide range of media. They are eminently worth supporting.
‘Exceedingly strange‘ in the sense that it is apparently taking seriously the concept that the Virgin Mary is the Mother of God. It’s like a 1950s Technicolor MGM epic or something, and I’m having difficulty parsing it. I kept waiting for the irony to show up.
(Via @DaddyWarpig) This is pretty cool.
