Making watermelon and pomegranate juice. I did something to aggravate my gut yesterday — I suspect my hydration/BCAA powder — and between that and the allergies, I’m moving slow this morning. I am trying not to evince lockdown psychosis, but this is one of those mornings where I cannot apparently be left alone for five fucking minutes so I’m observing breath and trying not to murder anybody. Inbox 10, and I have to do some deep focus today. Hahahahah. Fat chance. GOOD MORNING
My mind is wandering. I’m listening to Klaus Schulze and thinking about the next phase of development on this site, while also marking up a style guide on a PROJECT GENEVA module and picking at ideas for the missing module (I have stories for four modules and there are five). Today looked a bit like:
HEAVEN’S FOREST materials business
went out for supplies
made a batch of chili
BATMAN’S GRAVE 10 solicits text
updates on PROJECT GENEVA
worked with one GENEVA writer on one GENEVA module
spoke with WP Special Projects about Jetpack weirdness
talked to manager about some pending deals and opportunities and lockdown psychosis
But now I’m scribbling in a notebook about — seriously, how did I never get to regular Currently Reading posts?
G’night.
I need to remember to add a Currently Reading in here, but I read these back to back over the last few days, finishing FIRE ENGINE last night. I’ve been eking out the Martin Beck books. Planning to write about these two a bit in the newsletter on Sunday. Recommended.
Via Phil Gyford. The BBC have put these up to use as Zoom backgrounds. There’s only 14 of them, and four of them are of course Tardises (Tardisii?). But a few are early BBC science fiction:
How lovely to see.
Always enjoyed the work of Foie Gras, and this short collection of demos is lo-fi, echoing and haunting in exactly the right way.
So WordPress Special Circumstances figured out why my photos here don’t crosspost to Twitter any more, and it’s going to be awkward to fix, because everything involving blogs and social media is awkward now. But WP Special Circumstances and the formidable Andy Affleck are very good, so I have hopes. It’s a ridiculous thing to let nag at me, but there’s utility in status images and mobile photos going straight through to that timeline, which is where most people still check in and keep an eye on each other as best they can.
Vague Notes as opposed to Plague Notes. I’ve been outside on a supply run, and there were a bunch of people and many cars out there. Lockdown is supposed to enter an easing phase on Monday (I am skeptical), but clearly people have given up already. It’s a bank holiday tomorrow and the weather is going to be great, so I’m guessing tomorrow is when it breaks here, and everybody will be down at the beach.
I have a very basic chili on the stovetop right now, which will get batched out into three lunches, because, guess what, I keep forgetting to eat. Other things I forget include what day it is and what other people look like. Yes, I did get a refresher on that today, and it wasn’t pretty. Some of you people should have stayed indoors. And put more clothes on when you left the house. I get that it’s sunny out, geezer, but nobody needed to see your puckered grey nipples emerging from either side of the raddled undervest your mother bought you thirty years ago that you just HAD to wear today
Made myself eat breakfast. Chicken and chorizo scramble. If this picture doesn’t go through to Twitter, I’m going to have to disable the Jetpack share and spend 15 minutes farting around with IFTTT and Buffer.
Inbox 19, but it looks fairly easy to clear in the next half hour. Straight into writing story documents and trying to land this rrrrreally annoying 8-pager that just doesn’t want to go. I also have to go out for supplies, and I kinda want to make a batch of chili, but we’ll see how the day rolls out first.
Yesterday was:
HEAVEN’S FOREST design notes
CASTLEVANIA materials processed
Planted flowers, washed many pots and pans, cleaned kitchen, cleared and cleaned fridge
Checked in with Kevin Kolde, my co-producer, on a few things
And about seven emails, in the end. I think my own lockdown slowdown may be coming, and not a moment too soon.
Lordess Foudre creates a new piece of work for my Orbital Operations newsletter every Sunday. There is no archive for Orbital Operations — like a gig that bans mobile phones, it’s for the people who show up — but you can subscribe here, and the Lordess reposts them later on her hallucinatory Instagram.
