It came up that the younger child didn’t remember the Square One song about Roman numerals, so even though it’s way past bedtime, everything had to stop until they’d seen “The Mathematics of Love,” “Anti-Hero,” and “Nine, Nine, Nine.”
My kid’s English teacher, who my kid adores, praised their work and talked about holding them to a higher standard because she could see they were capable of so much.
Originally published in Tri-Galactic Trek, November 2021
“Ensign Mewly used the lumo-bay programs more than any other officer. He found them useful for practicing social scenarios and simply escaping from the constant sensation of being lost in the deep, dark void…”
A cat with ghost-white fur walked into the lumo-bay, the sleeves of his Tri-Galactic Navy uniform pushed up above his elbows and a bucket of electronic tools hanging from one paw.
The blue grid lines of the lumo-projectors usually sketched out regular, hexagonal patterns on the dark lumo-bay walls when it was not in operation. Right now, they looked more like drunk squiggles. Continue reading “Ensign Mewly”
I tried to level up a mage yeeeeeears ago and was thwarted by how squishy they are, so this feels like a big triumph.
Along with my warlock, rogue, hunter, druid, and shaman, this makes for six top level characters! I expect to have a top level priest and demon hunter too soon. Continue reading “Tidbits from Screens”
That feeling when you’re trying to help your kid write an essay on Ozymandias, but instead end up comparing the essay — which is not yet written — to the top half of Ozymandias (ie. gone)… except also Merlin, because it’s in the future instead of the past…
“I don’t want to hurt anyone, even gerbils,” the metal grasshopper said in a high-pitched voice. “Are you going to hurt me?”
A tiny metal object jumped through Lea’s open window, drawing her attention away from the Animorphs book she’d been reading. She put down the borrowed e-reader from her mom on the bed and went over to investigate.
Lea hadn’t seen the object very well — it had been moving too fast. Just a blur really. But it had reflected the sunlight, shining like a quarter thrown into a fountain, outshining all the pennies around it. So, she wondered if it might be valuable. Continue reading “Flerble Gerbil was a Hologram”
Out of curiosity, I made an account with a text generating AI program, and I’ve been wrestling with it to see if it’s useful or fun…
So far, it’s at least as hard as normal writing, possibly harder.
I wanted to start off with a project I’m invested in enough to bother with… but not so much that I’ll mind outside interference.
Then I remembered I had a first sentence stored away for a furry re-imaging of The Matrix and figured writing about AI with an AI could be fun… Continue reading “Experimenting with AI Writing”
The music at the open air plaza where I go to write sometimes is especially jazzy today and has a repeated riff that strongly evokes the music in Sneakers to me. It makes me feel like instead of writing a novel, I must be doing some sort of top secret codebreaking hacking.