Cat Caught a Mouse … in a sense.

So, not too long ago I mentioned that my cat caught a mouse and I would post something about that on some later date.  Well, that day is here.  Here we have our two feline frenemies, Roxy and Wyatt.  Roxy, the fawn-colored, Siamese mix, is the focal point of our sorry tale of betrayal and woe today.*

Together in a rare moment of congeniality.

So I was working on something (I forget what) on my laptop, which I took out to the living room.  I have a desk there where I often write or edit while watching old movies or Youtube or whatever with my husband at night.  I got up to go do something and when I came back I found this charming situation.

My poor mouse!

It seems, according to my husband who witnessed the dark deed, Roxy jumped from the couch to a chair to the floor as she often does.  (She’s pretty agile all things considered.)  This time, however, she sort of used the corner of my desk as a springboard from the aforementioned couch to the aforementioned chair, and well, my mouse found itself in the soup, or rather my glass of soy milk.

Good as new along with its trusty back-up friend.

I figured my mouse was a goner.  Besides being in the soy milk, I have knocked it off my desk so many times that I had to put a piece of tape around it to keep the housing from falling apart.  But my husband, who is our resident Household Chief Technology Officer, thought it could be saved.  He dried out the mouse, did various other things to it – both arcane and mundane – and then even put a brand new piece of tape on it.

Much to my delight and amazement my old, soy milk-logged mouse was as good as new.  Heck, better than new, because it was cleaner and now had fresh batteries.

Thanks Roxy!

“You’re welcome, anytime, mortal,” Roxy says.

As you can see, Roxy was very concerned about the mouse situation and one of the/her human running about waving its arms and making high pitched, fluting noises (not chirps) and then running off into the kitchen.  All in a days work for our resident alpha Siamese.

Gold Cat Clip Art

So, quite a bit going on outside of cat-based shenanigans.  I have another book on the way, where some of my poems found a home.  I’ll post that when I get the author copies in the mail.  Also working on my next D&D game, which will be this Saturday, January 25th, 2020, and I visited a couple of local mystic shops here in Santa Cruz where I had a good time with such things as getting a tarot reading done, learning something about using a pendant (or wedding ring on a hunk of hair, perhaps, or whatever) for divination, and so on.

Be well until next time.


* Roxy has quite a vocabulary, ranging from polysyllabic, fluting chirps to the (my personal favorite) deep, echoing howls where if you are going about the house in bare feet you’ll feel the tingle of cat vibrations resonating up through the floorboards.

Cthulhu Pie and update on Organic Ink

My husband has been on a pie making kick lately for his vegan/plant-based weight loss Youtube Channel.  I’ve been (not surprisingly as a confirmed omnivore) enjoying the fruits of his labors.  He sent me this jewel, which though he didn’t make it he said he sure wish he had.  I’m sure most of you reading this can see why and I’m sure glad he sent me this picture.  It’s Cthulhuicious:)

“In his pie at R’lyeh, dead Cthulhu dreams for whipped cream.”

I had more than I wanted to share, but as it turns out I burned most of my time today working on my Wattpad writing and composing a little promotional doggerel to put in a section of the chapbook I’ve spent most of October and some of November working on:  Thirty-One Days of Darkness with the idea of having one offering for each day of October.

Someone suggested that I ought to shoehorn in a small advertisement for Organic Ink Volume Two so I did.  Actually I forgot but then was reminded when I was reading someone’s poetry collection in Wattpad and ran across an advertisement for their print chapbook.

So I typed up the usual sort of promotional stuff about pre-ordering it on Amazon, the release date being December 30th and so on, but thought that was kind of boring.  I kicked around a few ideas and then settled upon beginning with the lines:

I am one of the authors featured in this anthology

it’s far more interesting than a text on gnathology.

and goes from there for another nine or ten lines.  If you’re interested you can read the rest of it in my aptly titled, Organic Ink: Shameless Self Promotion, which I’ve sandwiched between some micro fiction concerning a superheroine’s first night alone on the job and a haiku involving tentacle fingers.

Click image for Amazon’s pre-order page for the Kindle version.

Finally, I did a little more work on poor, long-suffering poxwalker #17.  Alas, I don’t have time to take and post any pictures of my worthy zombie, but that will give me something for next time, hopefully before the weekend.  All I will say is that need to redo its violet belly tentacles because they came out too pretty by half.  Slaanesh will be making my poor poxwalker into an honorary daemonette if I’m not careful.  Oh, the pain, the pain!

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Duck & Cover! — The Regimental Standard

I have to say, this brings back some fond memories over the years of artificially doing weird things to mitigate the effects of artillery in various games, not just 40K. I remember as a child being dragooned into playing micro armor and various Avalon Hill games with my family like Panzer Blitz and Panzer Leader, where if I remember correctly, the rule was to divide the strength of an artillery barrage by the number of targets in a hex.* So one would stack a bunch of trucks or some worthless unit with the tanks or whatever it was you were trying to protect.

Don’t get me started about 40K with all of the variations on wound allocation that I’ve seen where commanders and special weapons people become extremely brave or cowardly depending on how reality works.  Truth to tell, I had great fun making believe my space marine sergeant was the second coming of Chuck Norris in Space or tossing tactical marines in front of him like there was no tomorrow.  “Look out, Sir!”

Good times!

Greetings, Guardsmen! In your next war zone, you will come face-to-face with enemy artillery. So cowardly are our foes that they prefer to squat behind their lines, bombarding you from afar instead of engaging in good, honourable pitched combat. Thankfully, having had their supply lines cut, our foes have a limited number of shells, and […]

via Duck & Cover! — The Regimental Standard


 

* I say “dragooned” but I really had a lot of fun.  Makes me wish I had a young daughter who I could dragoon into playing Memoir ’44 or introduce to the wonders of Dungeons & Dragons.

Enter the Dragon

I was out and about enjoying a couple of hours hiking at Henry Cowell Park, which is a state park near Santa Cruz, California, when I ran across (fortunately not literally) an elusive lesser brown dragon!*

Pretty eyes, don’t you think?

My job involves a split shift where I’m at loose ends for a couple of hours in the middle of the day, so I have been filling my time with hiking, running, and working out.  One unanticipated side effect of this is I’ve been seeing all sorts of sights I think are worth taking pictures of and collecting here.  I figure that since I want to post at least somewhat regularly on my blog and I’m not painting as much these days, then I need to expand my horizons a bit … so enter the dragon, as it were.

Beware a dragon on the move!

Our newt, as you can see, blends in pretty well with the detritus of the trail.  I only saw him/her/it because she was legging it pretty hard and the movement caught my eye.  Thank goodness because I would not have been happy at all to accidentally step on such an adorable little creature!**

Time to hide?

The beastie made it to the other side of the trail and I think she’d thoroughly had enough of the strange, probably hideously smelly giant taking pictures of her, and appeared to look for a convenient rock or branch to hide under.  I took this as my hint and decided to leave the lesser brown dragon alone and get back to my hike.

I did play another game of Blood Bowl last night too (busy day) and will post about that soon.  I’m going to work a little on painting today too.  It is pretty nice outside for February, so I might try and prime a couple of Nurgle linemen/rotters.  I also have a couple of pretty sexy pictures of various banana slugs I encountered further along on the Rincon Trail.  So all in all lots to talk about these days.


* My husband did a little poking around online after I mentioned to him that I had done so without success and said that he thought our draconic friend was a rough-skinned newt.  What stood out most to me was reading that the dragon could release a “strong toxin” from its skin, etc. etc.  I’m glad my only designs on our friend were photographic!

** The encounter give me the germ of an idea about a giant who doesn’t want to step on things, which are quite large to us but small to her.  Not sure where to go with that yet but time will tell.

 

The Upstart Necrons and You

Seems appropriate with the new Necron vs. Admech Forgebane set coming out. A dashed good thing those pesky Necrons are so primitive and crude! 🙂

The Regimental Standard

Wonderful news, Guardsmen!

As you know, many regiments have been assigned to assist the Adeptus Mechanicus with their ongoing geological survey. In a stroke of complete coincidence, many of the worlds with blackstone deposits you have been assigned to also contain a sizeable population of mechanical xenos known as Necrons, meaning you’ll have plenty of chances to test your combat skills and quite possibly help the Imperium execute two heretics with one bolter shell, as the saying goes. In order to assist you with your duties, we have produced this informative leaflet:


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Who are the Necrons?

Necrons seem to be a relatively young xenos species, not yet capable of warp travel or advanced rational thought. They originate from underground, choosing to hide from the Imperium like the basest rat or sump-mutant, emerging only occasionally to vent their spite on our more enlightened civilisation.

In recent years, the Necrons have…

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Are YOU a Mutant?

Enjoyed the current offering of Regimental Standard today. I might be in trouble though….

The Regimental Standard

Attention, Guardsmen!

Could you be a mutant? While one of humanity’s great strengths is its biodiversity, there is a narrow line between useful adaptation and warp-tainted aberration. Constant vigilance is needed to keep the bodies of your regiment – both your own and those of your comrades – free of mutation.

Due to the increased workload on Mutation Inspectors, the Departmento Munitorum has ingeniously devised a mutation self-report system, allowing for your reassignment to a role that better suits any vile, abnormal talents you may have.

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0 Points: While you possess a commendable level of purity, Guardsman, such unmolested genes suggest frequent shirking of front-line combat duty against the forces of Chaos. You have been assigned to the front of the next assault wave in order to rectify your deficiency of courage.

Between 1 and 9 Points: While your level of impurity is relatively minor, there is no guarantee…

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The Imperial Infantryman’s Pocket Guide to Orders

Thought I’d share this because I got a laugh out of it, and it seems like this would be very useful for the several AM/IG players my heroic forces battle against on a regular basis.

The Regimental Standard

Attention Guardsman! As a member of the Astra Militarum, you will be expected to follow many orders. While all of these are of paramount importance, it is upon six key orders that the strength of the Guard rests! Knowing these orders can be the difference between life and death on the battlefield.*

Never fear Guardsman – misinterpreting orders through ignorance is a thing of the past! This cut-out-and-keep guide means that you’ll never again have to worry about using volley fire when aimed fire is needed, or accidentally falling back from a mob of Orks when ordered to engage them in close combat. It’s like basic training in your pocket!**

GuidetoOrdersThere you have it, Guardsman! This completes your standard order training. Ignorance is no longer an excuse**** when such orders are issued and not complied with, and cowardice and treachery will be assumed.

Thought For the Day – One…

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