Mechanical ladies and gentlemen...

Today is not a good day. My brain is scrambled, mind distracted and body is in pain. I can't get anything done in this state.

And I still can't bring myself to make a real post, either. By which I mean a story post, of course. So, I guess that leaves me with nothing.

It took Noah Solloway eight years to write his first novel. I'm already halfway there.

Hey there, bots.

I've been meaning to post some of my writing on this blog, but I've been putting it off. I'm scared and I keep procrastinating.

It would be a really huge leap to actually do it. Easier said than done, and so on.

I'm not entirely sure of all the reasons that are holding me back on this, but at least part of it stems from that...

I am ashamed of them.

Yes, indeed, I am very ashamed of the stories I write. I know they're...

Heya, baby-bots,

The blog has been renamed.

Goodbye "The Blog Function Rediscovered",
welcome "Weird Navigator"!

Something must be afoot here...

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SPOILER ALERT

The following may contain SPOILERS about THE TERROR:


In other news, or random rambles, I've been watching AMC's The Terror. It's a really good show. A pure-blooded gothic tale about an expedition...

On this day in 1594, John Dee (aged 66 at the time), that guy most famous for his obsessive compulsive chats with angels, suffered a great fit of pain due to kidney stones.

Apparently so.

Hey, there, my babycrows, I made some nettle flapjacks with blueberries tonight, and decided to take “y’all” along for the ride.

First thing you do, is you take some blueberries out of the freezer, pour them on a plate, and leave them to thaw for a couple of hours.

Blueberries are great, you can read from a previous blog entry of mine about how eating enough of these bad boys can help make going to the toilet feel like a gig...