The Gaming Outpost

Yesterday in comments I said that today should not be a problem; I should learn to keep my mouth shut, or at least to rein in my fingers, because of course it’s already late and I have too much to do still.  I realized that with the way my schedule looked, if I did not get to the grocery store today I would not be able to get there until Tuesday, assuming nothing went wrong on Tuesday, and I did not have enough food in the house to make meals between now and then, so I lost a couple hours to shopping.

That was not until after I uploaded today’s Examiner article, 11 Minutes Ago:  Cards, obviously in the temporal anomalies category.  It looks at the toughest part of the movie, how it is that Pack can know what card Tim will draw the first time he gets to that point in history.  At least that part is finished.

Collision is confirmed for a concert next Friday evening, at Dutch Neck Village’s outdoor stage at 6:30 in the evening, if my memory is working right.  If you’re in the Bridgeton, Cumberland County, New Jersey vicinity (why would anyone be there?) come see and hear us.  Our part is about an hour; there’s another band after us, with a set change between.  Tomorrow night will be the busiest rehearsal I’ve had in the shortest time, thanks to everyone’s time constraints, and I’m not yet ready for it, so I’ve a lot to do.

Given that there is so much to do I ought to go do it; but last night I managed to print the two recent articles by Eric Ashley, and to read them in the car while waiting to pick up someone around midnight or so, so I should mention them here.  The first, Practise Bits:  Cycling, is a short piece capturing the flavor of a high-speed motorcycle drive.  The second, Practise Bits:  Pallor, is about racism, violence, and redemption.

So I’m done here.

–M. J. Young

My wife was told that because her place of employment is changing hands, her final check from the previous employer would not be directly deposited into her account and she would have to drive across town to get it from their local offices within a very narrow time window today, or it would be mailed and at the mercy of the postal service.  Thus we rushed to be out of the house, and I delayed all the work I do to start the day, only to discover that we were misinformed–the electronic deposit had been made overnight, and all we received was an explanatory stub.  But then, as long as we were “oot ‘n’ aboot” she thought of wonderful things we could do on her off day.

This should not be construed as complaining about what we did; we had a mostly good time, and I am not regretting it.  I’m only noting that by the time we ceased doing all those things, it was late, I had not yet had my first cup of coffee, and I had–and still have–stacks of things to do even on a light day.  I have managed to upload today’s Examiner article on temporal anomalies, 11 Minutes Ago:  Choppy, in which I explore the quirks involved when Pack takes three trips to fill in his visits between 7:15 and 8:00.  I’ve also managed to pull together a short series on Butterfly Effect 2, and have begun working on a few articles on the implications involved in the whole birth certificate controversy.

I received word that Collision has a solid line on a performance on one of these upcoming Fridays, but the details are still sketchy.  I’m not even certain whether I have a rehearsal with anyone anywhere tomorrow night, and determining this is one of the things still on my plate to do tonight.  I’m going to have to finish this Blogless Lepolt entry and head for other tasks, and hope I return before Sunday, at the rate things are going.

I did read Eric Ashley’s Practise Bits:  Class, about a young verser who is a student in a wizarding college working extra jobs to pay the tuition.  I have not yet read Practise Bits:  Hip, but hope to remember to do so whenever I manage to return.

When I agreed to a Collision rehearsal for Friday night, I knew it was going to mean that I would not be able to finish everything.  I was not worried about it, because I thought I could easily do it on Saturday, my usually free day.  I did have to make a trip to the dump and one to the store, but I did not consider how much problems on Saturday would delay me and I got less done than usual.  So I spent Sunday trying to catch up on Friday’s work, and finished neither Friday’s nor Sunday’s.  Now here it is Monday, and I’m kicking work into later in the week so I can try to get on top of that which has fallen behind.

I did not let the Examiner temporal anomalies series slip, releasing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles III part 9:  replay today, in which we return to the question of whether their last trip might have been their first trip, and how that impacts time and history.

I also managed to keep up on Eric Ashley’s contributions as they appeared.  Practice Bits:  Prep is a challenge to arrogant privilege.  Practise Bits:  Oven presents a king rescuing his infant son from the sacrificial intentions of evil priests with a bit of help from–well, that would be spoiling it.  Practise Bits:  Intro just appeared today, giving us a look at a disoriented new arrival in a TexMex community with a few twists.

Well, if I’m ever going to catch up, I’d better do some chasing.  Yesterday I got so far as to open all the threads I needed to answer, and then got tapped for some emergency writing for someone else, but today things might go a bit better.

–M. J. Young