Thursday, September 10, 2015

September 10th, 2015

I did end up getting my son back to bed last night... it just didn't last. He woke up again around 12:30 or so and that was it.

I'm going to start keeping a wireless keyboard in his room. If he's going to use me as a bed, I'm going to use him as a writing surface. Fair's fair.

Today I Wrote:

Nada. Today was busy on pretty much every level.

Today I Read:

Two solid links today. One is a blog post called Writing Begins With Forgiveness. It's basically a post explaining that everyone has a different writing process, and you shouldn't feel bad if yours doesn't include writing every day. For me... yeah, that's a nice thought. Not sure I'll ever quite internalize it though.

The other is a post on keeping Facebook from mining your data. It's written for sex workers but applies to anyone who cares about their privacy. I'm a CISSP and I didn't realize how many ways Facebook was tracking me, so I consider this a must-read.

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

August 24th to September 9th

Well so much for daily updates!

In all honesty my life at work and at home has been hectic, with high-priority projects and sick children to deal with. Also my two-year-old has learned about "DeeBeeDees" and won't stop demanding to watch Frozen or The Neverending Story on a daily basis. He can be distracted, but not for long.

By the way, remember when Disney published high-octane nightmare fuel for the kiddies? Yeah. Check out Lorenzo by Mike Gabriel on the latest Disney short DVD. Freaking Evil the Cat, man!

That ain't right.

...And now it's 11 at night and my son is asleep on my lap. He won't let me put him down. He wakes up and screams if I do. This has been going on for weeks and it's starting to hurt me. I don't know what to do so I'm blogging. Eventually I'll give up on my bed and sleep the best I can in a chair with him. And he wins again.

Is he scared? Is it a wet diaper? Is this normal? Does this shit stop?


Today I Wrote:

I did manage a few more pages of Gorgon porn, along with two (three? four? Oh wow, five!) more updates to my Vault log series, which you can check out on the shiny new Tales of Vault 867 page of this very blog. I have wrapped up the actual gameplay and I'm just working out how best to bring the series to a close (read: as ludicrously as possible).

Today I Played:

I've been gushing over Until Dawn recently on Twitter and it deserves every word of praise it gets. I may do a blog on it later, but TL;DR version: if you have access to a Playstation 4 and you have any interest in horror, writing, or both, this is the must-play game of the year. Do not look up anything about it until you've gotten through the game once. It's short and it is worth your time to do it blind once.

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Tales of Vault 867 - Part Ten

A fine rhetorical question! But as it turns out we have an actual answer. Meet our newest Vault resident:

You probably can't see him because he's a freaking ninja.

I have no idea who he is or why he's in the Vault. I've ordered him removed five times now, and every time he vanishes until I call off the Dwellers. And then he tends the cafeteria.

Since he's a blatantly obvious spy for Number One Traitor Terry I've decided to let him do whatever he's planning on doing. As long as I know that he knows that I know what he's up to, I have the upper hand. (Right? Note to self: double check my grammar before I log this.)

In other news the incessant baby boom continues.

I am giving long thought to lifting the ban on mole rat pets in hopes of sterilizing some of these morons. What part of "limited resources" do they not understand?

Number One Traitor sent more Raiders to attack the perfection of our Vault. His pitiful forces will never succeed in overthrowing my reign!

Groovy Gary led the defense and acquitted himself with honor. He will not be sterilized. Intentionally.

Which is more than I can say for Scumbag Owens. Enough with the damn roofies already!

As a side project, Doctor Adreno managed to capture a Radroach for study.

Apparently at some point she decided the best course of action was to use gene therapy to create a fire-breathing Radroach. Given what happened next I can't even be bothered to ask what the point of that was.

Saturday, September 5, 2015

Tales of Vault 867 - Part Nine

Well, whatever chemicals Scumbag slipped into the water supply appear to have afflicted the whole Vault, as the baby boom continues apace. At this point I'm seriously considering training them up to go out and forage for cans of Nuka Cola.

Groovy Gary and Dessicator Jones spent a solid ten hours chatting each other up. It... didn't go well.

Which was nothing compared to the recurring molerat problems. A breeding pair got into the water system and erupted to say "How do you do!" to Fat Tommy.

Rest in peace, Fat Tommy. Naturally I ordered some of our nearby Dwellers in to cull the nest, and...

Rest in peace, Richards brothers. I'm sure your girlfriend will remember you fondly for all of five seconds. (Note to self: work out who is manufacturing lingerie for the female Dwellers.)

No sightings of Captain Terry, but more and more Dwellers are going out into the Wasteland for undocumented excursions. I'm doubling work on the Shaft before this rebellion gets out of hand.