I have finally cleaned the back rooms of the house including the hall bathroom. All summer, a pair of gender-fluid twenty-somethings used my hall bathroom as a make-up studio hair salon for themselves and their friends. It’s not spotless now (this house is old) but it no longer looks like that happened.
I also mopped the back bedroom for the first time since I moved in.
For those who don’t follow my antics in person or on social media, Rey and the entourage have gotten themselves their own apartment, and I live alone again. Which is sometimes sad, but mostly great.
I can walk around naked. I put things places and they stay there until I move them. All the media devices are under my control. And any mess going forward is my fault.
There are products for sale that you can buy with your magic plastic.
Unless you are in Europe – there’s a declaration I have to have on file about privacy, and I haven’t gotten to that bit yet.
In the sinkhole of time that the Mohave Ren Faire created (see last three posts) I lost my chance of having my space opera come out as a book by Christmas. This would be a longshot anyway, mostly due to the lead time on cover art (even if I did it myself).
I hate breaking promises to myself. But all is not lost. A revised (dare I say “Deluxe”) version of Go Action Fun Time is nearly complete. This will replace the one extant on RPG drive-thru. I just locked the main copy. I have an appendix or two to put together and interior art to add as it comes out of my ass mind.
I have a cover problem here too – but I am more comfortable doing my own cover art fort this project than an actual novel. Comic/cartoon is in my range.
I’m trying to decide:
The original with a less cluttered background?
Or something like this?
Chime in down in the comments.
To get either done, I’ll have to bury myself for a couple of weeks.
Speaking of burying myself, you can read about my mis-adventure in Navajo country in Are We Lost Yet?
My house is a mess, but I am not bothered by it the way I would have been in the recent past. Things got done. We just haven’t cleaned up the inevitable mess from progress.
Much of the mess is from the creatures that live with me. With increasing heat, my adult cats found the courage to face the big dog and the tiny kitten that had scared them into the garage and the yard beyond.
They have found their way inside, and established that they are bigger than the kitten – and do not want to play. Also, Pippa (the dog) mostly remembers she’s not supposed to chase cats in the house.
Problem is even here helping me xfutkdo right now.
My humble residence has become the party spot for Rey’s gang of friends. Because it is an actual house with a working TV you can play games on, and an actual yard you can smoke in while you pretend to play with the dog.
That leaves the kind of mess you would expect.
Some of that mess is from creating things. Rey creates long,mutant attrocities from old Furbies and a stash of sewing supplies.
You can buy this from her.
Long time readers (meaning from the start of this year – or four posts ago) may recall that Cheryl and I were on the verge of running a vendor booth at the Las vegas Pirate fest and tpoints beyond. That would have been in April – so it didn’t happen.
But we still have inventory – all over both of our houses, and I hope to have a website to hype by the end of the month.
Last week I wrote about the truck – which I have named Verity – and how I got what I paid for. I paid more – the radiator cracked in addition to the wonky brakes, but all is relatively right now. She is road worthy, unless you try to stop for fast food. Then you will learn that the windows will not go down.
I’ll care more about that when it stops being 106 at night. (that’s right – as I write this, at nearly 10pm, it remains 106 F outside.)
(Still better than snow, as we say in the valley – but I begin to have my doubts.)
It’s a mess now. Cheryl (my girlfriend) talked her mother into selling the house her mother no longer actually lives in, and the worst outcome came to pass: it sold nearly immediately. This meant a lot of trips to Congress, a lot of moving crumbling cardboard boxes in the heat, and hauling loads to Las vegas and Phoenix in verity and the ressurected trailer I liberated from Cheryl’s mom (who does not have the means or inclination to tow it).
I call the trailer Rattletrap.
A trailer can sit for 20 years and still work if you:
Grease the bearings (not complicated, but extremely messy)
Replace the tires
Replace the wiring and lights.
All told about $250 and a bottle of whiskey for the hero who helped me grease the bearings.
It is harder to teach yourself to tow it, especially an old one with a short tongue, but I got it from Congress to Las Vegas to Congress to Phoenix without undue disaster, and it now sits in my yard.
My game room is covered with Go Action Fun Time game materials and artwork, all being scattered by the dogs and cats. I am trying to get regular episodes going on Discord (that’s Zoom for 20-somethings, being both irreverent and free).
A few lessons from that first session:
It was suprisingly painless to make a fill-in PDF for charater sheets. Perhaps my Adobe subscription is worth something after all.
I need a table mic. My current system works for me facing my laptop, but that’s not how I run games, particularly with people also playing in person.
I might have to look into some dice-rolling bot.
It is possible to play You-Tube videos (or other sound sources) such as the unofficial GAFT Theme song (an acquired taste – you were warned!) through discord with the aid of some bot the kids hunted up for me.
Discord runs in the background unless you actually disconnect from the session, so your find can come on-line and haunt you for several minutes until you figure this out.
There are goals and then there are goals. There are the larger, universal goals of a happier,, more generally successful life, and there are the smaller, more concrete goals contrived to mark the way to the larger goals such as mow the lawn, or eat healthier or put on pants. At what point does pursuing a goal become the goal, rather than the means to achieve a larger goal?
Maybe at the point where you start asking these questions.
I finally had a moment to write out my monthly goals for February. They largely consist of unmet goals from January. Some of that was over-ambition. Some of that was other emergencies. Some of that was poor use of time. I have those factors in roughly equal measure.
The goal I met:
I finished the kitchen lighting despite the spooky wiring left by previous owners. In daytime the dark slot would have a bit of skylight in it.
So we (the kids helped) learned that you can’t trust any of the neutrals to go back to a common bus.
And despite what I promised last post, I have not abandoned caution when it comes to electrical work.
I also got an episode in of Go Action Fun Time. I’ll go over that in a separate entry.
The project that was not one of the goals:
I ended up spending a week at Cheryl’s house helping her recover from foot surgery. She couldn’t walk. She has a large house with stairs. I had a week of vacation to burn.
My Butler name is “Handsy”.
I did get some writing done. And I appeared in a promotional video for the Las Vegas Pirate Fest. Well, I did. Which brings us to:
The goal that is not from January:
We will have a booth is said pirate fest. By we I really mean Cheryl, and her room-mate, Captain Blackheart, who heads one of the factions guilds that organize the event.
We will have one of these:
A vendor booth, not unlike the one pictured, not the bystanders
Blackhearts’ Boutique is the trial run for what may become a more permanent enterprise. We will have Artifacts, Relics, Apparel and Sundries available for the particular adventurer. I’ll have a whole thing with photos as we get closer. But if you follow Cheryl or Rey on Facebook, you’ve already seen things.
Everyone involved in this has an expanding To Do list.
Past this event we plan to call the enterprise the Unobtanium Emporium.