Happy New Year

Another year gone.

I know I tend to refer to this as an arbitrary point, which it is, don't at me, but given how 2021 went, it's no surprise that I'm glad to be done with it.

But of course, as the switch into 2021 proved, assuming that this year will be any different is at best childishly optimistic, as it was proven that even if things look like they're potentially getting better, they can always, ALWAYS, get worse.

And right now? Things are looking like they'll get much worse.

But hey, maybe it'll be the reverse?

Happy New Year...

Bill 685.736

The idea had been circulating around the civil service for a decade or so, never quite getting enough momentum to be properly suggested. It was, after all, a very esoteric suggestion to alter certain tax codes in order to streamline transfers between departments.

At most, it would reduce a few hours work each year in each of the thirty affected departments. Not exactly a huge saving, especially for such a complicated task as altering the tax code.

But eventually, it got put into a paper, and shown to a politician.

Who championed it as cutting a mountain of red tape...

Hand It To Him

The sun was setting over the Dusty Mountain Range, as the local corn farmer sat, looking back and forth between the cards in his hand and the stranger who'd came in on the last stagecoach.

The farmer was sure he had the best hand. He had four of a kind, sure it was a low set, but it was still four of a kind! He had him!

But that damn smile he had, it made him question it, until finally, he called.

The stranger only had three of a kind at the table.

He had a pair in his revolver.

Teksubort

Demons could be created a few different ways, breeding, construction, a God or Goddess willing it. But one way was by a wizard or wizardess to really mess up a spell. This often led to a demon being formed that had powers and desire to do whatever it was that the messed up spell called for.

Most of these were sexually violent in nature, but the most useful was Teksubort, who could be summoned to check spells and point out errors.

He was created by a spell designed to make popcorn pre-buttered, that one the only spell he couldn't fix.

Final Meeting

The few remaining Elders tried to calm the youngings, but they were mostly crying and screaming. This was not unexpected, given how the warriors and the leaders had all just been murdered before them, but the screams hardened the resolve of the invaders, who approached, and shouted in gibberish, gesturing with their magic deathsticks.

Eventually, one grabbed a symbol of Allelder, and the youngings calmed, understanding they were here to take them to see them.

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'Day 46

An odd occurrence today, we tried to ask the local tribes to show us where the gold was, and they all committed suicide."

Twas The Season

So, originally, I was going to use today as a coda to the seasonal thing, and use the fact that we were past the season to review and make a decision about how it went.

But to be honest, I've spent most of the day either asleep or in a near comatose state that was barely any different from being asleep. This is because of everything that happened in the past couple of days.

Thus, I don't think I'm in the right frame of mind to objectively make a judgement on reviewing the season.

Ask me again in 6 months.

During The Season

As you can see below (or on the page before this one, depending on how you're viewing this), I view this day more as an excuse to eat an awful lot of food and then  nap than anything spiritual or wholesome. And thus, you might not be surprised to discover that I've ended up eating an awful lot of food and then had a long nap.

But in my post gorging and napping daze, I feel I need to make one clarification to the previous words.

It's also a good excuse to get a bunch of cool stuff you wanted.