October 31st, 2014

#4437: The day I burned down the Rufus.

So Tales From the Rufus took another lurching step forward today as I finally got past the thing I'd been trying to avoid.

It's a necessary step in the progression of the plot, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. The first problem is that the story is supposed to be funny, and there's nothing funny about someone's house burning down, particularly when they've done absolutely nothing whatsoever to deserve it. In this case the scene couldn't be funny, because it's the scene where we find out something important about one of the main characters, something which drives the entire rest of the story--and the rest of the story can't really happen without the Rufus being destroyed.

I think that was why the project stalled as long as it did: this scene was inevitable, and I knew it all along.

*sigh*

On the plus side, it's just a building--an imaginary building--and it can be rebuilt as easily as it was destroyed. And as soon as I got past the difficult bit I found the humor creeping right back into the story, as if it had never left.

Still, early in the morning on Halloween--perfect timing.

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Because Thursday was an unusual day, I needed the sleep. See, Thursday I was scheduled to be at work at 7:30 AM, and to work until 3 PM, as part of my training for ARA work. Whee!

It was a very, very nice day at work. I quite liked not having to be on the counter all day, for a change. But I came home sleepy, and had some errands to run on top of that; around 9:30 I ended up flopping, and I slept until shortly after 1 AM.

Mercifully, because of my schedule tomorrow I still have time to get decent sleep tonight before I must get up for work. Otherwise I would have taken something to make me sleep (probably Xanax) and gone right back to bed, rather than write.

But it's now just past 4 AM, and I really need to go back to bed, so that's where I'm headed.

#4438: Snow on Halloween

Yeah.

It snowed when I was driving to work, but that's nothing compared to how it snowed on my way home. Shit.

First off, it's blustery as hell outside, colder than normal, with a very strong north wind that's got all the flags standing straight out.

Second, it's cold.

Third, it's raining, then snowing, then sleeting--"wintry mix"--and while we're not really getting any serious accumulation, there are spots of white on the grass.

If it kept snowing like it did when I left Jewel, for longer than about five minutes at a time, when I got up tomorrow to go to work there would be snow on the ground.

Yeesh.

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Where the hell do I sign up for this?

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Fred Reed writes a very cogent piece on black power.

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And now for the bad news: SpaceshipTwo crashed.

Here's what it sounds like: the vehicle that lifts the ship high into the atmosphere, White Knight 2, was unaffected. SpaceshipTwo had separated from WK2 and had ignited its engines, which then exploded, which caused the crash.

Vox Day on the crash.

ZeroHedge, with different pictures from the AoSHQ post.

Well, this is how we make progress when we are attempting grand and dangerous things. It's small consolation to those left behind, but these are people who are trying to push back the frontiers of science and engineering, doing something that is incredibly worthwhile to our progress as a species and a civilization. Real heros.

*sigh*

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Apparently there were no trick-or-treaters while I was at work today, and of course the town shuts down the ancient rite after sundown (because of course children are fragile creatures and the world is more dangerous than ever!) so Mrs. Fungus and I are stuck (if that's the word) with two bags' worth of M&Ms. \

Heh.

Today at work one of my coworkers was wearing skull-shaped deely bobbers, lit with color-changing LEDs. I liked it. I used to have one which lit up with small incandescent bulbs, which flashed on and off. My niece, er, ate them, in about 1992 or 1993 or so, and after that they were no longer usable.

...which may or may not explain her being a goth while she was in high school. Oh well.