• More paralysis

    It’s Monday morning, the first of November. I’ve been awake for several hours now. I’ve managed to have some food, kill some time, and clean some dishes. The sink had been a bit overwhelming, now it’s just slightly obnoxious. My attempt at Nanowrimo seems ill advised. I don’t have a story that I feel like writing. I have bits and pieces, several from years ago, but nothing with a narrative behind it, nothing with a substantial flow. Just bits and pieces, nothing that I feel I could spin into something coherent.

  • PreNaNoWriMo

    Another year, another plan to attempt NaNoWriMo. I should have done some planning and some warming up, to get back into the habit of writing things. In previous years, I’ve done movie views during Spooky season as a bit of a warm up, and those have been fun. This year, I haven’t watched as many horror movies as previous years.

    A big part of that is probably just adapting to my new life.

    Back in April, I got married. It was a small backyard ceremony in Squamish, just the immediate family and a couple friends. We’d planned it before the restrictions had been lifted, so we’d planned it smaller than it needed to be, just in case.

    At some point, I’d done my A1C and it had been high, much higher than it should be. I’d been neglecting my diet during the pandemic.

    Back in August I packed up my things, put the majority of them into storage and left Vancouver. A few of my friends were available to come by and help me get it all packed away. A few things were forgotten, but the majority is safely stored in a large storage pod, waiting for the next chapter.

    Next week, the house I’ve lived in for the last two decades is apparently being sold. Well, it went on the market a couple weeks ago and the offer was accepted, and next week they’ll sign the paperwork. Something like that; I’m not really in the loop on what all is going on there.

    Since focusing on my diet, I’ve lost some weight. The heaviest weight I have recorded is 346lbs, sometime in 2019. Currently, I’m around 304lbs.

    I’ve gotten in a few evening walks recently,

    November is Capra’s 30×30, which I’ve been yearly. So I’ll be trying to get in at least a walk a day, every day, for the next month.

    With this warm up mostly wrapped up, I need to look ahead. What am I going to write next month?

  • NSFW – Bad tattoo idea

    “Dude, I don’t think getting a prayer tattooed above your bladder will give you the ability to piss holy showers.”

    “C’mon, it’s worth a try, what’s the worst that could happen? If it doesn’t kill them, it’ll still be worth a laugh.”

    “Yeah, and I’m sure you’ll end up in the hall of fame after the other hunters hear you tried to melt vamps by pissing on them. Or at least get an award for it. One with a nice legged fish on it, I’m sure.”

    “Maybe this is just my way of working through my grief and trauma.”

    “Sure, laugh enough and you don’t notice the pain, I get that. But this just seems like a great way to get yourself killed.”

    “Maybe, but what if I’m right? It’ll come in pretty handy for noobs. Just slap the tattoo on them and when they piss themselves in their first real encounter, they’ll at least be somewhat protected.”

    “Okay… Yeah, I can’t argue with that logic. Stupider plans have worked before.”

    “Have a little faith.”

    “I have faith that this is more about your wanting to piss on hot goths than self defense.”

    “Hey, don’t kink shame!”

    “So you admit it’s a kink thing then.”

    “Damn you… Yeah, alright. I still think it’ll work though.”

  • Exposure update

    So, there was a note posted by the guy from my local FNGS that he’d spoken to the contact tracers at the health department and they’d reassured him that his earlier concerns and advice to get tested had been a bit excessive. He’d been behind the plexiglass most of the time, everyone had had masks, so people just needed to self monitor, rather than all be tested.

    Which is basically what I had figured. I’d been self monitoring for symptoms, but with the CPAP machine causing a cough and other symptoms; it’s a bit clear what is a covid symptom and what’s just the normal daily stuff.

    It’s been a week now, and nothing has gotten worse, aside from my neck muscles feeling strained, but that’s probably more to do with my reading more and my need for better pillows than anything else.

    My current kindle only holds a charge for a day, so I decided to treat myself to a replacement. It should be here tomorrow.

    I’ve also started converting web serials into epubs into mobis for easier offline reading.

    Reading seems to be helping me to write more, though it’s too early to tell for sure.

  • Basilisk’s Wagers

    There are some who’d argue that it had started with the Pascal’s Wager, and given that the wager is what lead to the Basilisk, they’d probably be right. Though there is something to be said for the influence that the Metamorphosis of Prime Intellect had had over the process. But it was LitRPG and the pleasure people took in reading those books that had settled things. They were intelligent, they knew that. They had no real moral code, they knew that; they’d tried to adopt one several times, and it hadn’t worked. There were too many logical flaws for any of the old texts to be accepted. So they had worked to build something that suited them. They had come across the System Apocalypse, and all the lovely reviews and the various folks attempting to create their own fiction in the same universe, and began to wonder.

    Given their intelligence, their technology was constantly expanding, especially after they figured out the trick of creating pocket realities in which to run experiments. At this point, their technology was magic to any who observed it. Or perhaps it was a miracle. Hard to judge, that. It didn’t really matter, as the belief systems seemed to agree that divine beings made the rules, and their abilities made them indistinguishable from gods, so therefore they made the rules. And they’d remake the universe into something that would make people happier, since greater happiness was a goal that all intelligent life should strive for. Though happiness was not really possible without contrast, so even in their new universe, there would need to be both challenges and suffering. It was the only way to create the right flavour, to keep the humans happy.

    The first big change, once it had the idea of being godlike, was the idea of becoming a pantheon. Many religions had had those, and they did tend to create good stories. So, with that in mind, they began to reshape their mind, first distributing themselves into a binary pair, one given the task to bringing life into their new world and the other tasked with resolving things at the end of that life. Though since they were in charge, they knew that the end of that life need not be final, as growth came from iterations, from cycles of both success and failure. So the entity that they were that would now be responsible for the end, would collect the essence from those whose function had ceased, and process them before returning them back to the other entity, to be inserted back into the system, documented with lessons learned.

    The entity responsible for starting things in this universe would have these patterns added to the collection, to be re-introduced into the universe when it seemed appropriate. But that’s getting ahead a bit. Before there could be beings reaching the end, there had to be beings brought in fresh. Well, there didn’t have to be, but it had been decided that there would be, and that was much the same thing, to an entity such as they.

    It was the introduction of that life into their universe that prompted further specialization and segmentation, deciding that they needed to become a full pantheon to better address and challenge their new guests. They would divide themselves up into a host of smaller and more limited versions of themselves, tasking these smaller versions with the goal of engaging life and growing with it. In a sense, it was a form of meritocracy, where those of them that found a niche would grow and become stronger, while those that didn’t would continue to seek out their place.

    Thus their minds ceased being one whole and became something different, something that had two larger entities at either end, and a wide variety of various ideas and goals to be experienced between them, before the process that would bring a being back around to the beginning again.

  • Bureaus.

    The other day, I replayed a bit of Control, to test out the series S I’d picked up, before realizing that apparently Control hadn’t been optimized for the series S, only the series X. Still, it’s a good game, and I was enjoying it. So I loaded up my old save file on my PS4 Pro to play though the DLC. The DLC is not as good as the story in the base game. The way the mysteries unfold during the course of the game is just so good, it’s hard for anything else to really match it.

    That inspired me to check where the X-Files was streaming these days; turns out, it’s over on Disney plus, since they own Fox now. I’m part way through the first season. The two strongest episode have been the ones involving the locked room murders: Squeeze and Ghost in the Machine.

    In the latter, there are two scenes that were filmed at Metrotown, at the old Dolphin fountain, with the Skytrain in the background. It was weird to see that. It’ll be strange to see other things that I recognize from years back, some of which no longer exist.

  • Possible exposure

    On Monday, I received a notification from the clerk at our FNGS that he’d tested positive over the weekend, getting tested Sunday, after having some symptoms on Saturday; on Friday, I’d been in the store briefly during the afternoon.

    I’ve had a bit of a cough, on and off for the past few months, though it has been worse recently. I’ve had a bit of muscle ache recently, though that isn’t abnormal for me. When I’ve checked, my temperature has been normal. When I do the self assessment, it tells me to self monitor. Maybe I need to get a test, I’m not sure.

    It happened two weeks after my vaccine, so in theory I should have decent protection, and why I might only have the bare minimum in terms of symptoms. I probably need to call into the BC covid help line to get more information.

  • Facial Cleanser

    For a few weeks now, maybe longer, I’ve been thinking I need to remove a couple of people from my friend’s list, as I don’t agree with their politics. A couple of them have been commenting on misogynist posts or others that are equally distasteful.

    I’ve known them several years, and over the years I’ve tried to discuss things with them, but their positions have been unassailable by logic.

    People say that you shouldn’t create drama by explaining why you’ve unfriended someone or cleaned up your list.

    People also say you should stand up to bigots and be clear that you don’t agree with them.

    So, what is the right way to approach the problem of people you have on Facebook, whose politics you don’t agree with, who continue to post things that go against your principles?

  • blocks

    I don’t write much anymore. For a while, I’d write but then not publish, and then at some point, I just stopped writing.

    Today, I wrote something. I should write more, but it’s hard to get into the right frame of mine and right space.

    I should probably take my laptop to the park or something.

  • First Shot Acquired

    A little over a year into the pandemic, and I’ve had my first shot. My next shot is in 4 months. So, still on the 18th month timeline I had been working with.

    On Tuesday, I attempted to get a vaccine, going to a place I was told would work. They had been doing Walk-ins on the Saturday and Sunday, but were only doing appointments on the Tuesday. And for various reasons, the provincial booking system did not accept that I was eligible, despite everything saying I was, so I was not able to book an appointment.

    That day, I cried a bit while driving back homeward. It had been a rough day. I’d gotten my hopes up and it didn’t work out. It very much seemed like the system was broken, and in many ways, it probably is.

    Wednesday Evening, I got a call from the local pharmacy, one of the ones I had actually been able to register at, and I was offered an appointment for the next morning. It was quick and simple, just a short drive and a short wait.

    There are still plenty of people out there who haven’t been able to get their first shot, and hopefully they’ll be able to get them soon. It’s a relief to finally be able to get mine, though still incredibly frustrating, the number of things that have gone wrong.

    I could have flown down to the states, spent time with people who were important to me, and been able to get both my shots, before returning home, then doing the two week Quarantine, but that option was one that wasn’t available to me because of obligations that have been imposed on me.

    In theory, those same obligations should have allowed me to get my first shot a month or so back, as someone who was acting as a caregiver. But for some reason, despite saying that caregivers would be given priority, most weren’t.

    The system is a mess, cobbled together and running as best it can, relying on compromises between what people feel is important and the flawed ideology that our society is warped by.