Aug. 29th, 2018

beefgnawpolis: every day is Fuck You Friday (fuck you)
I found the clippy puller thingy.

It was not in the nib baggie where I last saw it. It was in the little basket of assorted small tools and lens cleaning stuff next to my monitor.

The nib baggie is still MIA.

THIS IS BULLSHIT.

[UPDATE: after tearing my whole ass work area apart in search of the nibs, I gave up and ordered some. Mark my words, those missing shits will turn up ANY MINUTE NOW]
beefgnawpolis: Hunter Holystone (hunter)
One of the running jokes in the Hunter Holystone universe is, since everyone accepts zombies and vampires and ghosts and other assorted monsters roaming around and monster hunters do their job in broad daylight with licenses from state agencies, when Halloween comes around or when people want to be scared just for fun, what do they turn to?

The answers: 1) space and 2) the deep sea.

We'll look at 2) some other time but 1) brings us to the other running joke: the Fmitths.

Sleve and Tobb Fmitth are a perfectly ordinary Earth human bondpair. They enjoy typical Earth human activities such as watching TV, walking their dog, converting pleasant sounds into sustenance, and using the replicator from their ship to convert junk into gold and other materials Earth humans consider valuable, and trading those materials for weird green paper Dol-Larz to exchange for goods and services.

The Fmitths will have a walk-on in every Hunter Holystone game. Hunter will make pleasant small talk with them. Her companion, however, will always pick up on something about them that just isn't quite right...

But before any of that happens, they meet a new neighbor.

Aliens don't exist. )

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