Author: Trip the Space Parasite

In the office again, for Chick-Fil-A and meetings about support for the ~Special~ customers, which the now-sacked Boss R was supposed to have gotten sorted and which is not sorted. Also my custom of commuting home in the middle of the afternoon is now officially approved.

Read: Ruby Finley vs The Interstellar Invasion (K Tempest Bradford): An 11-year-old black girl who likes bugs finds a mysterious bug and trouble ensues. Even though it’s set in the present (smartphones, Twitter, etc) the main character gets to ride her bike around the neighborhood and visit her friends without having an adult and a car and a schedule.

Read: “The Star-Bear” (Michael Swanwick): I think I’m not Russian enough, or not Russian-lit-reading enough, to get this one. Pretty sure the bear is a metaphor, though.

Written: 102 today, 1215 for the week, 2862 overall.

Back to the office for no good reason. American restaurant pasta for lunch. Light customer activity, which would seem lighter if we weren’t missing so many people.

Read: Spell Sweeper (Lee Edward Fodi): It’s the anti-Harry Potter, where the main character has tiny magical powers so instead of learning real magic at Secret Magic School, she’s on the janitorial track, and her hated rival is the Chosen One, a magical prodigy, tall and beautiful, beloved by everyone, etc. Naturally they have to work together to save the world, despite the unhelpfulness of the adult wizards.

Written: 229, 1113, 2760.

Did I do anything today? I don’t think so. Just blblblblblbl.

No gaming, because after cancelling the past two sessions for work, Ken is now on vacation.

Read: Drew Leclair Gets A Clue (Katryn Bury): A 7th-grader who wants to be a criminal profiler tries to unmask her school’s cyberbully while also dealing with health issues, meatspace bullies, friends who might be into kissing, and her mom having run off with the school counselor.

Written: 302 words today, 884 for the week, 2531 overall.

We had no Marith, but we played Minecraft anyway. The 9-Channel Lavamatic and Obsidian Condenser are done except that I need five more dripstone stalactites and when I went looking for some I ended up stuck in a cave full of lava and apparently with lots of water above me so I can’t dig out. Also Nonny built a cobblestone generator that (usually) puts the cobblestone right into a chest. After that, we ate grilled imitation meats and went to a park and searched for the lost art of conversation and Ayse tried to talk me into getting cats. I have to admit, cats are good.

Written: FAIL. That leaves me at 1647/1000 for the week, though, so I guess I set my weekly goal appropriately for my level of lameness.

I managed to not only go grocery shopping, but also get quarters. The nice credit union lady exchanged me an extra roll, so now I can go longer before having to remember to restock, hurray.

Then I did a lot of nothing.

Marith has flown away to France with her horrible mother. I hope she can enjoy the France and not worry about what random old people think of her clothes.

Read: The Calamitous Bob chapter 1-30: Isekai/LitRPG, but instead of a teenager, the MC is a French soldier. This only helps somewhat. Also her local guide is alarming.

Written: 140 today, 1647 for the week and overall.

Taco Wednesday in the office.

New (minor) Minecraft version, but I only logged in enough to make sure my main world still works.

Read: Some Desperate Glory (Emily Tesh): Yes, the MC is supposed to be that awful at the beginning, because she is starting her story of personal growth (and saving a lot of people) from the very bottom. Much of the plot could have been avoided if the aliens had a better concept of security, but that wasn’t really the point.

Written: 305 for the day, 878 for the week and overall.

No gaming, I blame capitalism. Instead, Marith came over and we watched more Mob Psycho 100. Also I played too much Minecraft, and got ganked by a wet zmobie when I stopped to mine clay on my way to the village where I might be able to turn my string into emeralds. I managed to refloor my hall of making, though, even the edges under the furniture.

Watched: Mob Psycho 100 3.6-8: End of the giant broccoli (and Dimple?), then aliens. That was actually super-nice of the Telepathy Club.

Read: My Cute Little Kitten vol 1 (Milk Morinaga): Roommates adopt an orphan kitten in a no-pets apartment, then one confesses to the other, but the kitten has excellent (terrible) timing for cat stuff. Life ensues, in slices.

Written: 167 today, 573 for the week, 573 overall.

Pizza for Pages started today. Despite my great incompetence, I did most of a co-writing session and got almost half my weekly quota in one evening. But, can I do it more than once a week?

Read: Marvel Meow (Nao Fuji): Wordless cartoons of the cat from Captain Marvel causing trouble for other Marvel superheroes. (Are they really all in the MCU now?) The art style is cute, but the storytelling wasn’t that strong. But, flerken!

Written: 406 for the day, the week, and the whole writing challenge.

I didn’t want to get up, but I went grocery shopping and got a lunch anyway, but even though I was in time, there was no family Minecraft because Ayse and Ken are flat from too much soccer tournament. Instead I spent the afternoon in my own world, ripping up flooring so I could replace it with (correctly-aligned) glazed terracotta. Now the main hall has a nicer pattern, and the hall of magic has a purple floor. The hall of making will have a grey floor, I think, although I’m not sure I can dig under everything that’s there to replace the floor in-place. We’ll see. Hopefully I won’t create a basement full of zmobies again.

Read: “The Puppetmaster” (Kemi Ashing-Giwa): Turns out making deals with demons might have complications.

Read: “Counting Casualties” (Yoon Ha Lee): It’s not Hexarchate, but the same kind of magical technology and duty and horror.

Written: 211.

Slept all morning, on call all afternoon. There was some customer activity but not much, and yet I did not accomplish anything. I think I mostly read webcomics and pushed my inbox to the top of a hill.

I did play more Minecraft, and finally, after tunneling all the way down to Y=-58, I found some diamonds! Now I can make a diamond pickaxe and then an enchanting table! I even almost made it back to the surface, but the cave I broke into that had a climbable slope also had monsters, so I died at about Y=+15.

Read: “Pretty Good Neighbor” (Jeffrey Ford): Terrible people get terrible ideas about terrible things.

Written: 143.

Went to the office, found out New Boss R has been canned after six months, not much work got done after that. Details are scarce, but apparently he just wasn’t measuring up. I hope these times are not going to be too interesting.

Read: The Witch King (Martha Wells): Much more like the Raksura books than Murderbot, of course, but still pretty good. MC is a body-switching demon, magic is complicated, imperialism sucks, human customs vary. (At least, I think they’re human; no mention of intermarriage, though, so maybe it’s a zillion different species like the Raksura books.)

Written: 187.

I slept terribly, so getting up was no fun, but eventually I did it and did a work and complained to my boss about things and blargh. Then I ordered a pizza and gave away half of it, so maybe I won’t die of cheese poisoning. Or maybe I will anyway.

Played: Nothing, Ken is busy with capitalism stuff this week and next. By the time we play Lancer again, Vivian will have had her brain upgrade!

Written: 183. Also I signed up for Pizza for Pages (pizza not included). I think I’m going to set my weekly goal at 1000, which is 143 per day, or 167 if I miss one day a week, so it’s good that I can sometimes beat that even without cowriting sessions.

Today I had to be on call from some poorly-defined time around 7:00 to an equally poorly-defined time around 19:00, but the customers were fairly quiet, so it turned out okay. I slept next to my phone a bunch, and also tootled around in Minecraft finding villages full of villagers that only want to trade for vegetables. Actually I found one guy that wanted to trade for string, but there weren’t enough giant spiders. I eventually died and had to respawn back home, so I could get some string and row all the way out there again, I guess, but it’s a long ways for emeralds that I’m not sure what to do with.

Written: 210 words.

No gaming, because even though we aren’t going to Roseville, we cancelled too late to reclaim the time slot. Instead I got up before noon to go grocery shopping, and then went over to play Minecraft with everyone. I’m working on a 9-Channel Lavamatic, because every town needs one, but the most accessible lava is way off thataway, so I spent most of the afternoon being very bad at Cartesian orienteering and too stubborn to just build a landmark. If I ever make it back to town, I think I have enough lava to finish filling the reservoir, but I still need enough iron to build nine cauldrons, some more stalactites, and more polished diorite and water to build the safety moat.

Since Ken, who does most of the cooking, is still at Kublacon, we had Thai food and pizza and repletion and happiness.

In my own world, I replaced some poorly-organized chests with slightly better-organized barrels. They stack better, and also don’t autocombine.

Read: Valkyrie (Craig Alanson): And then everybody died! Not really, we’re only like halfway through the series, but that was quite a twist.

Written: Only 93 words, boo. Maybe it’s okay if I write 107 tomorrow.

There’s no going to Roseville because there is only sickness, but It’s not like I gave up having today off. Mostly I slept stupidly, though.In the evening, Marith came over for anime and pizza, but the pizza was bad. The anime was good, though.

Watched: Mob Psycho 100 3.3-5: You know it’s bad when calling yourselves the Giant Broccoli Cult would be a step up.

Read: Bones of the Past (Drew Hayes): Further supervillainous adventures of Hephaestus and friends. Includes superheroes being butts, supervillains being terrifying, and an extremely ambitious plot for vengeance. Also, the secret origin of Fornax!

Written: 154 words

Yuck, commuting. Managed to do a work or two, though.

Read: Armageddon (Craig Alanson): Oops, they ran out of charmed life. Also, it seems like sooner or later Skippy is going to get his wormhole transit card proactively revoked.

Read: Chamomile #1-323 (JezMM): I couldn’t remember where I was, so I had to start from the beginning. Oh no, such a burden, reading about silly cute people.

Written: 207 words, somehow.

Lots of meetings, including a long customer meeting that finally ended with getting them working again. That was satisfying, even if it was new boss R that found the important information.

I got Friday off, just in time for the Roseville trip to be cancelled due to illness. I think I would not have trained up on Friday and back on Sunday, because that is too much time on the train for time spent visiting friends.

Played: Lancer. No fight this time, which is probably for the best since Vivian had no internets and wouldn’t have been able to teleport and teleport and teleport. Instead we worked on fixing our spaceship and some other stuff that’s clearly not as important, and ended on the cliffhanger of the city being attacked. Time for a giant robot battle!

Played a little Minecraft, dug up some of the wooden parts of the sand mine, pillaged a couple of mine cart chests, and also dug up all the track I could find. Then I avoided the zombies and found a village, or maybe a dead village since it contained pillagers that shot me.

Written: FAIL. Gaming and getting ready for office tomorrow instead.

Monday, Monday, Monday! How I hate capitalism! But at least I don’t have any meetings today. Or any brain.

I found a big sandy pit with an arch over it, and what looks like a mine half-buried in the sand. I’m afraid that means all the mineral wealth is completely buried, but the numerous zmobies are definitely not buried.

Written: 227, which is almost a real number.

I did in fact go shopping today (after sleeping in a lot). I also got a hair cut (this one, right here, see?) and paid too much to have people prepare food for me. I played some Minecraft, but mostly just wandered around the northeastern end of the giant mesa visible from home, which had regular white-sand desert, some biome with grass and sheep and  no trees that I guess is meadows, and of course caves full of monsters. That wasn’t super-productive, but when I got back, I had enough wheat to breed some new cows, which will eventually grow enough to be murdered harvested for their leather. Still no diamonds, though. Maybe I should go back and start mining around the bottom of that deep shaft in the desert.

Written: 158. So far, so good.

I got up and almost went grocery shopping, but then went back to bed instead. Social Minecraft is today because Nonny and everybody are busy tomorrow, so I can shop then.

This week, I explored the desert some more. It turns out to have two rivers, which may explain why I couldn’t find the riverside cave I found earlier. It also has at least two wells, which are pretty but mostly useless since thirst is not a thing, a bunch of cactus, and some suspiciously rectangular skylines that are not desert temples. I bought some custom banners from Nonny’s banner shop,which now has a colored sheep breeding program as part of its supply chain. After we finished, I went to my own world and finally found two cows to lead back to my paddock. Once my wheat crop comes in, I can make them smooch adorably and spawn new cows, and finally I will have a steady supply of leather for books.

I was on call all afternoon, but the customers were quiescent.

Read: Renegades (Craig Alanson): Immediately upon returning from their last expedition, the PCs have to steal their ship back from duly-constituted authority and set out to save Earth by doing the impossible. Again.

Written: 152. If only two points were enough to draw a line…

Marith is still dead from impending travel, so no anime this week either.

I tried to explore overland, but kept getting distracted by caves. It’s not like I have any shortage of minerals, but I keep looking anyway.

Read: The Idaten Deities Know Only Peace vol 1 (Amahara, coolkyousinnjya): Sure, the major characters don’t care about what individual humans do to each other, but there was no need to cut to a graphic rape scene to prove the point.

Read: Lords of Uncreation (Adrian Tchaikovsky): Conclusion to the trilogy, in which our heroes manage to do the thing despite everyone around them trying to do the other thing, or maybe ignore the question by having a war they understand instead of screwing around with the fundamental nature of the universe. It is pretty tense even though things are mostly as the reader would expect, and the Divine Essiel are still great aliens.

Written: 262 words over the past however long, but 101 of them were tonight, so apparently I can write 100 words a day without dying. Unimpressive as that may be.

More office, this time Chinese food in honor of AAPI Month. I wasn’t a complete idiot in the technical meeting, so yay? I managed to both commute without delay and pick up my prescription on the way home, so I think I’m pretty much sold on this routine even if sometimes transit betrays me cruelly.

Usually I keep my computing devices quiet unless I have explicitly asked for a noise, but I finally tried turning the sound on while playing Minecraft and it was okay. Knowing monsters are around doesn’t seem to help me avoid them, and hearing distant zmobies while digging through the dark rock of the moderate depths was more creepy than useful in any case. I got no diamonds but a lot of redstone, and also found clay while boating around on my way back. Plus, I now have a paddock for cows, and a wheat field that will eventually give me the materials to lure them into my paddock and force them to reproduce. Bookcases, here I come!

Written: FAIL.

 

 

 

Office, bleah, but I managed to successfully commute in the afternoon after eating Togo’s sandwiches.

I kept digging for diamonds, but found everything else, including an amethyst geode. I don’t think amethyst blocks or shards are useful for much, but they’re very pretty. I’ll have to go back later and see if the crystals have regrown. (I know they regrow, I don’t know how long it takes.)

Kindle has taken to choking on epubs I get from Kobo, so I guess I’m switching to the Kobo app for reading (except Kindle Unlimited). Probably for the best, but annoying.

Read: Mavericks (Craig Alanson): Sixth or so in the series, this time mostly a cut to another group of humans making their way in the hostile universe while the series MC and his glowing beer can are waiting out a problem. Even the aliens that have engineered themselves to be genetically superior are pretty dumb.

Read: Season of Skulls (Charles Stross): Further adventures of the former henchwoman of a Bond villain in the dark future of Britain under Nyarlathotep, as she keeps trying to disentangle herself from his plans after murdering him a book or two previously. Most of the Laundry books put the characters into another genre to make them suffer more, and this one is Regency romance but meta and with more necromancy.

Written: FAIL.