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And I cannot remember most of them.

I continue to tinker with the tablet, this time producing blaseball fanart because after the Large Events of last weekend it was sort of topical. Fortunately blaseball has settled down into the sort of quiet madness that has the statheads now tracking wins per win as opposed to Attacking And Dethroning God.

We have finally started work on implementing my family tradition for Halloween decorations, but being us have exploded it up to an order of magnitude larger complexity. The original tradition: produce headstones for a selection of notable deaths of the year, occasional bits of humor, and the World Series losers, and use them as yard decorations. Repaint or reuse as deemed appropriate. Our modifications: upgrade the materials quality of the stones, expand to include hero cultus (me) and actual ancestors (artan). This has produced a lot of stones, of which he did roughly half (all ancestors) and I did the other half (notable deaths, humor, hero cultus, also some beloved dead).

After some flailing we found a tall chest of drawers on craigslist that perfectly fits into the corner that needed a furniture item, which is progress on the setting up the room. I haven't gotten up to the point of actually putting anything in it because very tired, but it exists.

ER has an ear infection, which caused a lot of driving yesterday but has gotten her medication that she disapproves of.

Working on a story and finding that I can do interesting things with a Cinderella inversion as a template just by making all of the horrible people neurotypical.

On Tuesday I am sure I did more things than I remember but the things I remember include doing scans of wikipedia and looking up various forms of vampire, deciding on several to play with depending on how things went with the game that evening, and then closing the tabs, which have since become unfindable, to my massive bafflement. (I can find some of what I read, but not the others, which was irritating when I wanted to look up strengths and weaknesses of the one that the party wound up attacking, heh.)

Ran my game for the first time since, apparently, July, in which the party actually managed to kill the vampire I was expecting them to chase around and have to go do research about through a combination of lateral thinking and sheer implausible luck. (Having the tank roll low on a roll-low-for-success system on all attacks, blocks, and dodges, and high on all damage rolls, turned out to be very effective once he got a spell on him that let him hurt the thing; before the spell went on he was just performing Dances With Eldritch Bears and nobody was hurting anyone.) A wind spirit the party is acquainted with turned up as they were burning the body and said, "Oh, I'm late!" and dropped two plot bombs: one, apparent vampire plague is coming and two, the tank's father who walked mysteriously into the haunted spooky forest some years ago is either alive or at least accessible as someone to talk to and concerned about vampires. Like you might be, if you live next to a haunted forest.

Yesterday I am also sure I did things during the day. What they might be? That is unclear. In the evening I had an RE planning meeting for the teaching-via-Minecraft that starts this evening, in which I put magazines into magazine holders for purposes of putting my office in order. After the meeting I popped into the server and did some construction layouts for setting up a little order so that the whole project would not immediately dissolve into chaos - the kids have collectively rejected the template on grounds of profound blandness and a desire to do appropriate buildings for each of the religions being studied rather than wedge everything into an ugly modern building, so I laid out 50x50ish zoning plots for them to work with.

I continued to participate in the cultural event of blaseball, the eldritch fanart generator, by producing fanart, which is the other thing I did yesterday.

Then I slept very badly, and now I have to figure out how to make dinner by fiveish so that I am available at six to educationally play Minecraft.

Updates on the dependency hell: The enrockening is complete. We need the electrician to come back and put the lights on by the front door and also the doorbell, which has an owl on it, and has thus pacified ER's desire to carve owls into the granite front step.

The office is 100% functional aside from the part where the internet craps out randomly and lags to pieces. I have put my magazines in magazine boxes. Today, a box of sufficient size to entertain a child arrived containing ... the archival box for my 1911 Temple of Dendera book which has no cover and is in poor condition. We have all eyed the giant box warily (and Robin has failed to solve the Law of Boxes problem with it, it is slightly too tall for him to feel comfortable jumping into), and I have put together the archival box and put the elderly, infirm book in it. Over time, the rest of the furniture will migrate up and be sorted.

KJ's plague doctor mask arrived.

We seem to be sorting through the school stuff okay which is nice and means that I may stop being a giant puddle of panicky stress soon, though maybe not given the news. Hell of a way to end 5780, folks.

Poking at finishing this short that needs done, though it's not for any prompt I have at the moment and I should sort prompts for priority somewhere.

I have been poking at Blaseball recently and dabbling more nad more in its lore. (Blaseball, if you are unaware, is a browser-based game that is roughly baseball cross with Welcome to Night Vale; it is cosmic horror and also entirely successful at generating baseball-type superstitions in the me.) Then of course Blaseball did a thing about which I have some moderate feelings. Here's hoping the Snackrifice works but people keep putting Tacos pitchers at #14 so I am anxious.

This morning I got AR to half pay attention to the very exciting delivery of crates of rocks. Rocks which are, I note, not imported, and will at some point be affixed to the front of the house. So that is progress. We just need Insulation Guy to come back around. And to sort out the front stoop, which I think happens first? I am vague on things.

I spent the afternoon letting the junior monkeys watch TV so I could work on getting my room together, which included things like "sorting trousers by function and fabulosity" and the related "mending rents in trousers worth mending rents in". The last of the bedroom art has been put up and my dresser is now organized, so that's all quite exciting.

( Abedroom, Assemble (image behind tag) )