back in town

It was late last night when we got in and all I want to do is sleep. Nothing like arriving home at 3:30AM, after dealing with torrential rains, high winds, hours of flying, a barely made connection and a ninety-minute drive home in the snow.

Great trip, y’all. Seriously. I actually did enjoy myself.

Target: 1000 words
Written: 1898 words, novella: The Mungk


Holy crap, this has been one physically unhealthy week, even if the psychological return has been good. Texas seafood, all kinds of breaded shit, beer, wine, liquor… can’t say I haven’t enjoyed it, but my pants are tight and the numbers of Tums taken is probably unhealthy.

Everything in moderation, including health, I suppose.

Target: 1000 words
Written: 2046 words, novella: The Mungk


I have conflicted feelings about SpaceX, mostly because of Elon Musk. I think space travel is awesome, and as a cyberpunk/sci-fi geek, I don’t dislike tech (well, good tech, useful tech, not the bloated shit that tends to come out cool and end up trying to lock us in servitude with bullshit we don’t need. My favourite todo app is one that is no longer even maintained, hardly. They got it to a point that was cool and stopped trying to jam up the works with unnecessary features and redesigns. Honestly, most things that need to be fixed ever get fixed, but every executive out there wants to seem like they’re doing something, so our interfaces get tweaked, shit we don’t want gets crammed down our throats… etc.)

Anyway, I personally think the world would be much better off without Elon Musk having any kind of power or influence over it. Megalomaniacal narcissists like he and Donald Trump (and most raving Republicans these days, from Gaetz to Koch) are ruining this world. No one should be a billionaire. At that value, you have everything you could ever want. Give the rest back.

Use it to run healthcare or promote green initiatives, civil rights defense. But anything higher than one billion (and even that’s a debatable number – as in too fucking high) is way too much, and clearly warps a person’s brain with entitlement and selfishnes.

Fuck Elon, but long live space.

Target: 1000 words
Written: 1089 words, novella: The Mungk


On our way to South Padre Island today, and hoping for some of that southern hospitality and not that Texan idiocy. The weather could be a bit squirrelly and it’s a long day of plane switches, but hey. Why not?

Target: 1000 words
Written: 176 words, novella: The Mungk