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Happy Belated Birthday

Posted by Dirck on 26 July, 2019

Since I still have my Apollo pen in battery, I feel like I can revisit last week’s big thing for this weeks film. And since I’m the boss of here, my vote counts for a lot.

The story here is a pretty good summary of Canadian national pride– “We helped immensely but invisibly in the background… because we kind of failed openly at something else! Hooray!

Today’s pen (also a repeat from last week): Retro 51 Tornado
Today’s ink: Herbin Lie de Thé


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Posted by Dirck on 25 July, 2019


Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 22 July
  • 23 July
  • 24 July
  • 25 July
  • Second draft of “Those Whom Ambition Calls”
  • Third Draft of “Found On Roadside Dead.”
  • 1,746 typed words.
  • Ducks firmly in order… and then I find the place I’d meant to submit closed days earlier than expected. Alas.


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Fifty Year Footprint

Posted by Dirck on 20 July, 2019

I bet you all thought I’d missed it yesterday. But no!

Well, sort of. IT was in a transitional state yesterday, and I was also concerned because I had hoped something would make contact here that would allow me an observation of the auspicious day in my own particular idiom… which as of yesterday’s post, had not appeared, leading to being somewhat downcast.

But then…

Is that an enormous launch vehicle in your pocket…?

Yes, I went and got a pen specific to the day. The same model as I was using yesterday, but definitely thematic to today. It’s got a limited edition number! It also cost… what I will be paid, eventually, for a story recently accepted. This is not a wise item of conduct, I admit, but some of the purchase is going into the coffers of the Astronaut Scholarships Foundation. This doesn’t particularly help hopeful young spacefarers of my own nation, and yet I’m content. A rising tide floats all interplanetary craft, right?


Anyway, happy anniversary to humanity stepping on a different sphere. I’m sure you’ve all had enough of me rambling when the real party is well underway. Go frolic in the vicarious achievement!

Today’s pen: Apollo 11 (after a fashion)
Today’s ink: Private Reserve Supershow Blue (because what more spectacular show than a trip to the moon?)

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The Car Goes Vroom Vroom!

Posted by Dirck on 19 July, 2019

You may recognize the title– if not, treat yourself to a viewing of Madagascar 3, which might be the best comedy of its decade.

What really prompts the film today is some encouraging news that’s hardly appeared in major outlets. There is, it seems, a push to get some publicly-accessible car chargers set up across Canada. Some argue that electric cars just shove the emissions elsewhere, but that “elsewhere” is almost always more efficient than a car engine.

And speaking of inefficient car engines…

I will admit a vague interest in being taken for a lap in that brute… but not enough to overcome a terror of being thrown out, caught in a roll-over, or Isadora Duncan-ed into the grave.

Today’s pen: Retro 51 Tornado
Today’s ink: Herbin Lie de Thé

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Posted by Dirck on 18 July, 2019


Day What How Much Pen Ink
  • 15 July
  • 16 July
  • 17 July
  • 18 July
  • First draft of a story for Owl Canyon Press Hackathon 3.
  • … and then we notice a single word in paragraph 20 we’d missed, which makes it necessary to start afresh.
  • Second draft of “Those Whom Ambition Calls”, because that competition story turned slippery.
  • 708 typed words.
  • 251 typed words.
  • 332 typed words.

I got essentially zero writing done over the vacation, about which I am not very pleased, but the failure was the payment for actually getting something done about the state of the house.

Also, there was this distraction: a couch we bought in 2012 (mentioned in passing here), intended to be more or less disposable in the face of the now-passed incontinent cat Cleo and the ever-expanding menace to durable goods which is my son, collapsed somewhat. It was a cheap item… as couches go… so its failure has always been anticipated. However, it brought with it the unwelcome expense of replacement. We spent someone more on the new one, since the current bunch of cats seem to have a better sense of what litter boxes are for and sonny doesn’t randomly up-end containers of staining foods so much these days.

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