in the UK. The deal runs from 1st – 31st October. Find it here: The Line of Polity (Agent Cormac Book 2)
Nice picture of me for a change. No protruding belly in sight and face concealed by vapour.
Been making a pig of myself with the kayaking. 15K again today. 3.5 hours out on the Libyan Sea. Fucking love it. I’ve also been walking in the mountains but not so frequently. Not so excited about that in the mornings after beer.
Contemplating my return to the UK. Definitely 2 consecutive days of fasting each week, a serious weigh-training program, zero alcohol and a meat and veg diet with little in the way of carbs. I will lose this bloody tyre around my waist! On the writing front: complete the next book to first draft, then short stories – lots of short stories.
Right, I’m off. It’s time to make chilli sauce!
Peak and final booze intake was achieved the day before yesterday. A carafe of white wine (half a litre) followed by three large glasses (more than half a litre) followed by more white wine then raki isn’t a great idea. Do this on a practically empty stomach and it’s even less of a good idea. At a certain point my memory of the evening is non-existent. The next day’s hangover was of the cringe and curl up somewhere hoping for unconsciousness kind, then this morning an army of dwarves had set up a forge in my head to provide the weapons for war against the orcs. Paracetamol, ibuprofen, lots of water and a walk in the mountains has dismissed the buggers, but the mere thought of alcohol makes me gag.
Still cutting up a bit rough, but not as bad as yesterday. I have today and tomorrow (maybe) to take the kayak out. Do I risk it? A sensible person would say no. I left ‘sensible’ behind long ago. Still pondering. . .
Well, there you go. The other kayaker stopped on the next beach round. I continued most of the way to Koutsouras where over one wave the kayak became airborne from the top and landed with quite a thump in the trough on the other side. At this point I chickened out and turned back. I then achieved the height of cool when a wave flipped the kayak over and I didn’t even lose my sunglasses. I had to tow the thing in so I could get back on it. Enough for today.
Who ordered the omens? My last day of kayaking and a wave flips me over. A glass jar that has had flowers and suchlike in it all summer came off the outside table and smashed – ‘the glass is broken’ having a particular meaning here I won’t go into. It clouded over and I said to my neighbours that the rain would start when I took in my tables and chairs. It started spotting when I got up to do this and was raining by the time they were inside. But of course we are human and always looking for patterns and connections. They mean nothing . . . if you dismiss my deep connection to the gods on Olympus.
Oh well. Sitting in the airport at the departure gate. It’s grim but it has to be done.
This is annoying: still sitting at the boarding gate and the plane is supposed to leave in 15 minutes.
Parcels opened first because brown envelopes from the Inland Revenue are just too depressing in the early hours of the morning after a flight from Crete.
The temperature here in Essex has climbed from 6C to a massive 8C. I’m going through my mail in a desultory manner little inclined to do more than look at it, throw away the rubbish and stack the rest on my desk. I’m also taking the opportunity presented by an empty fridge to start my first fast and I’ll hit the gym later. I’ll do more tomorrow after a decent night’s sleep since I didn’t get to bed last night until 4AM UK time and 6AM Greek time.
Oh well, that’s my gym plan buggered today. Clickety-click from the starter motor – battery flat.
Okay, just getting round to watching Love, Death and Robots. The short films are as various as the stories they come from, so it’s unsurprising that thus far the best have been by Peter Hamilton and Alastair Reynolds.
Car started and run for a little while now. Thanks Heidi. I also remembered I had the same problem last time I returned from Crete. A simple expedient is detaching one of the terminals, which I forgot to do. I’ve also ordered one of those portable jump starters.
Is the Dark Crystal series any good?
Up at 5.00AM this morning, which is 7.00 on Crete so I’m a bit jet lagged. I’ve dealt with a few irritations of UK living, like telling the BBC to stick their TV licence, and have a few phone calls to make. Next up is shopping, since there’s only a bottle of milk in the fridge, then I have to get a routine established for each day: 2,000 words, 1 hour of Greek, gym visit/walk and fasting (I failed yesterday and ate canned fish and beans). Still feeling a bit spaced out, however.
Yay! Cracked it! Happy to have written 2,000 words, slightly sore throat from speaking Greek language lessons out loud for an hour, body tight with a foretaste of tomorrow’s aches and pains from a hard hour in the gym. I now feel fully justified to slump in an armchair with a cup of tea. I did have a bit of a food failure, however. You know how they put sweets next to the tills to tempt squalling brats? Well, in Home Bargains they put packets of crumpets next to the till I paid at, the bastards.
I think I’ll head out for a long walk this morning. The contrast to Crete will be interesting: flat, muddy and a temperature reading outside at present of zero. You may gather that I’m not exactly bubbling over with enthusiasm for this.
Jon Wood to Neal Asher
10 October at 09:01 ·
I keep seeing fantastic vinyl box sets and Special Edition Blu-ray boxsets but I don’t see any book collections! I have a full collection of Asher books but some of the older books are a little tattered and have older artwork…are the publishers missing an opportunity here?
Box sets might be an idea, and they are redoing all the covers:
Once again the slump in the armchair with a cup of tea. 7 mile walk this morning, 2,000 words of the book written, an hour of Greek recitation done followed by a final hard hour in the gym. I’m knackered.
I quite enjoyed Ghost in the Shell – it was a bit of violent fun. But I have to wonder, was she supposed to be clad in a skin-tight suit or, with all their wonderful technology, that they could make boobs but were defeated by nipples?
Now thinking about watching The Dark Tower. Any good? I will of course briefly heed your opinions before discarding them.
Ooh, excellent. I see that they have Lucy on Netflix. Highly recommended. I think I’ll watch it again.
Oh bloody hell the gym work is catching up with me. Feels like I’ve been beaten with a stick in places, and like there is elastic under my arms preventing me from easily lifting them. Again today? I dunno. . .
Ολο αυτο το βραδυ εγραψα τα ελληνικα. Μονο λιγο τηλεοραση. Προτιμησα να μαθαινω.
All this evening I wrote Greek. Only little television. I preferred to learn. . . . Or at least that is what I hope that says. I’m sure someone will be along to correct me. Yeah, often I find supposed entertainment boring but, making an effort to learn something, interesting. But then we all know I’m as weird as fuck.
Fuck my body hurts. DOMS. You know you’ve hit the gym hard when getting out of an armchair is a negotiation, and taking something down from the top shelf of a cupboard is a risky exercise.
And again no gym. I was going to go, but when I struggled to take off my T-shirt I decided it wasn’t a great idea. Food, rest, studying Greek and watching Netflix only today.
Saving the last two episodes of The Boys for tomorrow. And yeah, the superheroes would probably end up like that. We see the arrogance of power all around us in politicians and media stars. What kind of arrogance would be engendered by being practically unkillable, able to spatter ‘normals’ and simply ignore human justice?
Somebody said that in the Brass Man cover picture (the Sullivan) Mr Crane has a little rubber dog in his pocket. I am undecided about this. Maybe I should take a look in better light.
Right. That’s enough. I’ve been a layabout for two days. I’m hitting that gym tomorrow even if I still have DOMS. It has faded a bit now – I just realised I got out of my chair without struggling like a turtle turned on its shell.
Ooh, look what just appeared on Amazon:
Gym visit extended by a five extra minutes on the hour. And I don’t stand around talking to people – generally a maximum of thirty seconds rest between sets, though sometimes more for the hard bastards. I’m aiming to go every day and, hopefully, take my time there up to an hour and a half or above. Supposing I don’t get crippled by DOMS again.
Ενταξει, θελω ανθρωποι, που μπορεις, να χρησιμοποιεις ελληνικα εδω. Και να με διαρθωσεις οταν ειμαι λαθος. Θελω να μαθενω τι γλωσσα.
Nice sunset this evening. All that London pollution has its uses.
Righto. I’ve just eaten a couple of cheese and onion sandwiches, and that’s the last food I plan to eat until after midday on Wednesday. Time to get back into the fasting routine. I won’t even have milk in tea or coffee. Nothing. Zip. Zero calories. I will also continue with the gym visits and maybe get a long walk in too if it’s not pissing down. I will damned well go into ketosis and autophagy!
Seen all of The Boys now. Highly recommended!
A lot here to read
for those who are interested in fasting and the science behind it, rather than what the bloke down the gym said, or what some site trying to sell you an expensive diet says, or what the latest crap about it in the media is, or what stupidities your GP or the NHS are still hanging onto.
Apparently something I posted didn’t meet FB community standards. Buggered if I know what it was. Aren’t they supposed to tell you what they removed?
First full day of fasting begun. I started with an hour and 6 minutes in the gym to burn off some glycogen. Now I’m drinking only black coffee and green tea, and have a salt mixture for those difficult moments later on. Now I need to do stuff, because one thing I’ve found with fasting is just how much time you have to spare when you’re not preparing, eating and digesting food!
Well well well. I questioned FB about that post and now they’ve said they got it wrong and put it back.
21 hours into the fast now, no real problems – hunger comes in occasional waves and that’s all. Though, admittedly, you could have surfed on the one I got smelling fish and chips in Maldon high Street. I’ve done my hour plus in the gym, my 2,000 words, my hour of Greek and now must occupy my time till bedtime. I think I’ll clean the bathroom and maybe get the vacuum out. Meanwhile, tell me what you’re enjoying on Netflix and Prime!
Three episodes into Mindhunter and enjoying it very much. Thanks to all those who recommended it!
Past 36 hours into my fast now and all that is going fine. No hunger this morning. I am, however, not moving around very fast. This is due to the gym. A year or so ago they changed their equipment and the new abduction machines were crap – too much slack in them, thighs hitting handles either side of the seat, the necessity to put them up to the top weight to actually feel anything. I used them again the day before yesterday and yesterday – easy exercises that felt like a rest from the other stuff. Yesterday I found a way to take up the slack in one of them (the one where you push your knees inward against the weight). Apparently those machines are now having an effect. The DOMS woke me up in the night and now I’m walking around as if recovering from a kick in the balls.
The new book is now at 127,000 words. Some creatures in it I named by putting together Greek suffixes and prefixes, my choices being ‘kako’ for bad and ‘phage’ for eat. Oh dear. This it turns out was not a good choice at all. Look up cacophage.
The creatures are nasty predators that eat people, given half a chance. My other choice of name was ‘multidapt’ because they are capable of rapidly changing their body form – they can adapt fast to challenges or threats. I’m now going to have to use multidapt or come up with something else.
New name for the creatures made . . . provisionally.
Ooh I do like eBay. Seeds for next year now winging their way to me. My garden will be the Papagiannades hotspot!
Um, spent most of today walking round like I’d just stuck a number of decades on my age. Now, do I ease up on the gym stuff, or do I just keep blasting through it? Silly question really since it will always be the second option. No pain no gain, and I’m thinking my gains should be fucking substantial now.
A change is as good as a rest, eh. Kinda surprised me I’ve only been in the UK for eight days. It’s gonna be a long winter.
Okay, I didn’t last as long as I hoped. I blame the characters from Mindhunters always eating and drinking onscreen. But I did manage a 48 hour fast, which is not a bad start. I’ll see if I can do better next week.
Meh, insomnia, it’s 3.00AM here. But then I did collapse into bed at 9.00PM. I don’t suppose staring at an Ipad is helping.
Still getting annoyed by jerks who talk nonsense about muscle loss from fasting. The myth arose, I suspect, in gyms where people saw their muscles apparently shrinking from loss of glycogen and fat. As I have said before: look at a joint of pork and how much fat is in it, then consider that pigs are less well fed than us. It can also stem from the fact that often, when people fast, they stop exercising – a case of use it or lose it. Autophagy also kicks in to digest crappy cells, which include muscle cells. In this respect and others the body conserves and any muscle loss will be that which is unused or broken. But in the end the basic reality is this: a starving creature that loses muscle it is using in preference to fat, which is there precisely for those times when there is no food around, would have been taken out by natural selection before anything crawled out of the seas. It is like burning pieces of your wooden house to keep warm, rather than using the woodpile out back.
Okay, time to make another attempt at sleep. Annoyingly I took magnesium and melatonin last night. It has not had the desired effect. Probably my insomnia is due to lack of exercise – mooching around all day whining about the pain in my legs.
Nope, I give up. Sleep keeps on evading me. I’ll go to the gym, which is open early thankfully. Doubtless sleep will creep up on me later in the day with a brick in a sock.
Good day today. I woke early and went to gym early for a hard hour plus. After that the last of the DOMS started fading away. Next time I’ll push through it rather than sit around feeling sorry for myself. I then got some shopping in before sitting down to write. 2,000 words done. Later an hour of Greek, and now time to relax. The glamorous life of the writer continues. Oh, and re fasting. I haven’t felt particularly hungry today.
And again with the sky. A couple of minutes either way and you miss this.
Interesting. After my fast from Sunday night to Tuesday night my appetite hasn’t returned yet. Yesterday I ate a large salad divided into two – one half at 12 the other at about 7 – but not with any relish. More a case of I have to do this, it’s necessary. Today I felt some passing hunger in the morning, but since I’ve introduced an eating window between 12 and 8 I waited till midday. The vegetable omelette I made still sits on a plate only a quarter eaten. I’ll just run with this. No point shoving food in my gob if my body is saying no thanks.
And now I have figure out how I’m going to attach this to my kayak!
Another productive day today with an hour plus of gym, 2,000 words written and on hour of Greek completed. With the Greek I’m reading past lessons out loud to try and bury the words and phrases in my skull. But an odd lack of relaxation at the end of this day. I’ve sat here trying to watch stuff on TV but just can’t get into it. I also only just stopped myself going out to get a bottle of bourbon, and made a cup of tea instead. I think I need a chair to repair!
Back on making my own kefir now
. Taking advice (thanks Chris Haringa) I just used a bottle of plain kefir from the supermarket rather than buying grains from the internet. It works just as well – I poured some of the bottle into a pint of milk and 24 hours later had a pint of kefir. I’ve refrigerated most of that to drink and am making more from the remainder. And so it will continue.
Oh absolutely on the nail.
One hour plus in the gym, an hour of speaking Greek but, sadly, only 1,000 words written. After eating I felt somewhat dopy, then woke up in my armchair three hours later. Something quite annoying occurred today too. The circumstance, which I can’t talk about, for me coming back from Crete, has been cancelled. Bollocks, bugger, shit and fuck. I could have stayed there for another month.
Anyway, the new book has slid past 130,000 words and I’ve managed a bit more work on the odd timeline. In this I’m running the present story in the first section or two of each chapter, while delving into the past with the rest of each – deeper and deeper as the book goes on. A lot of polishing will have to ensue, as I shift stuff around to link past events to those in the present, or write such links in. It occurs to me that I’m seeking out complication to make the process more interesting for me, but of course with the corollary that it will be more interesting for you!
Oh for goodness sake. The trans woman, or man, or whatever in sports arguments still rage. Some say there should be another category for them but, with the way things are going that’ll lead eventually to a hundred categories. Perhaps one for those who self identify as a penguin like Piers Morgan. Bottom line: men have bigger bones and muscles and in general 10% greater lung capacity than women. Cutting off their nadgers, taking hormones or growing their hair longer and dying it pink ain’t gonna change that.
Here’s a review of The Warship by Russell Letson in Locus Magazine.
The Warship, Neal Asher (Night Shade 978-1-59780-990-0, $26.99, 369pp, hc) May 2019. Cover by Adam Burn. Okay, now it’s getting complicated. I called…
Two plus days of fasting begun – last thing I ate was at 7.30 last night. I’m aiming again to go through till Wednesday. Right now I’m sipping coffee and shortly about to go to the gym to burn off some glycogen. Black coffee of course.
4 years ago
21 October 2015 ·
The reason I first walked into Revans Bar 7 years ago. A certain guy called Stan told me it was there so I had to go check it out. Now glued together again and ready to be returned.
Yup. Make people scared to speak and your ‘truth’ predominates.
Global warming campaigners have done an effective job at convincing the media and much of the world that polar bears are dying out. It’s not true. In fact, thanks to a hunting ban, polar bears are a major conservation success story. Their population ballooned from around 5,000 in the 1960s to (depen…
Tiny, biocompatible nanolaser could function inside living tissues
Discovery leads to ultrasensistive way to measure light
They’re slowly learning to handle graphene
Material That Could Someday Power Quantum Computer
Nanoscale Manipulation of Light Leads to Exciting New Nanophotonics Advancement
Meh. Despite all my best intentions I haven’t done very well with the fasting. I did do twenty-two hours a day for two days. That’s okay for weight loss but doesn’t put me into autophagy. Ah well. You never fail till you stop trying. Otherwise it’s been a good couple of days. I did my 2,000 words, hour of Greek and an hour at the gym on both of them.
Heh. Not what I thought it was.
Magnetic supercrystals can assemble themselves
“We also found that over expression of c-Answer causes advanced brain growth and larger eyes, which surprised us, since it means c-Answer modulates for regeneration and brain development,” says Korotkova.
Wake-up call: Cellular sleep isn’t as harmless as once thought
Novel agent flips on garbage disposal in neurons, eliminating toxic brain proteins in mice
The copy editing has now arrived for The Human. Being a good boy I did my 2,000 words and then went through half of that. No gym today because I’ve overstrained my back. Damned body. Hour of Greek done and now It should be time to completely relax. I cannot, however. Even though I did do two lots of twenty-two hours fasting, I still want to do two consecutive days and get properly into ketosis and autophagy. If I relax, my mind will probably stray to the cheddar and preserved sausage in the fridge.
Yay! I made it past the watershed. It was about 6.30 the last two days when fasting collapsed into scoffing what I could find in the fridge.
Just caught up with season 5. Bloody excellent.
Not so taken with Good Omens. Same over-the-top “acting” by Tennant that finally switched me off Dr Who many years ago. And generally the whole thing seems silly and amateurish.
Gawd I find going through editing a chore. I shouldn’t complain really since, having done all sorts of jobs, I’m aware of what a real ‘chore’ is. To alleviate the tedium I’m taking breaks to waffle out a blog post. Even this is a bit ho-hum because I’m repeating stuff I’ve already written here and copied into the blog in catch-up posts. But I guess a state-of-play all in one place is . . . okay.
A Concatenation review of The Soldier.
Interesting. Hmm 72 hours. . .
47 hours fasting thus far at 6.30. I’m definitely going for 48 but thereafter all is negotiable. After learning that immune system breaks down old immune cells and generates new ones at about 72 hours, I’ll definitely go for that at some point. But perhaps it would be better to get reacquainted with two-day fasts first.
In other news I’ve gone through the copyedits of The Human and dispatched them back to Macmillan. There may be further queries, but that’s about it for that book now. I wonder how long before publication they start printing. I must ask.
I don’t know whether it’s due to the fasting, but I’m being plagued by optical migraine lights tonight. Thankfully they never develop into a headache with me.
Okay, 48 hours of fasting achieved, broken with two cheese and onion sandwiches, salad and some preserved sausage. I’ll do the ‘refeed’ over the next three days, then get back on it from Sunday night. Regarding ‘refeeding’, this is very important and I only have to read some of what people post on fasting FB pages to see that many don’t get it. The reason diets fail is that if you constantly reduce your food intake your Base Metabolic Rate adjusts to that, and it can do so by dropping by as much as a thousand calories. The whole point of fasting (for weight loss) is you circumvent that. If you fast for a couple of days then go back to normal eating your body doesn’t have time to adjust, but you’ve still majorly reduced your overall intake. So no, don’t diet between fasts else you’re setting yourself up for failure.
Excellent. I’ve made a good step forward learning the Greek. I’ve got a stack of notes full of sentences, phrases and words (like the verbs with their eighteen different versions). Until now all I’ve been doing is reading them out loud to imbed them in my mind. Boring and repetitive, but necessary. Now with every word or phrase I’m making up sentences that include them, as fast as I can, and saying them. Sometimes replying to myself too. Just winging it. This is making me realise how much I have actually learned, but also highlighting words I just haven’t learned. ‘Question’ was the last of those tonight. It’s also good that I’ve been enjoying doing so, rather than seeing it as a bit of a chore.
Um, the book I’m writing has just topped 140,000 words (another 2,000 today) and the ending keeps shifting out of reach. I also need to add some sections throughout and I’ve only written two or three of those chapter start thingies. This is going to be a long and complicated one I reckon. But I’m enjoying knotting it all up. Oh, and incidentally, this one and the one before it (Jack Four) are both different in another respect. They are both told from the point of view of one character only.
Heh. Seems I do a post like this at about the same time every year.
2 years ago
26 October 2017 ·
Meh. I do not like editing. But one has to retain perspective. I won’t, for example, be doing what (hopefully soon) the guys from Anglia Water will be doing. Editing is better than unblocking sewers. It is also better than many jobs people have to do all their lives, so quit whingeing Neal.
Oh that’s better. My back’s been a bit buggered but it was better enough today for an hour plus at the gym. ‘Love handles’ and that stubborn slug of fat at the front have melted away a bit too after fasting. More will go next week when I attempt a 72 hour fast (I hope).
Well that was a crappy night’s sleep. 11.30 till 1.00 despite melatonin, St John’s Wort and Benadryl. Then a half sleeping pill at 4.00 knocks me out till 11.30 and I wake up feeling like shit with a gummy eye. Oh well, at least I gain an hour today. I’m now trying to get functional with excessive amounts of coffee. Need some kind of a reset.
Well, it seems I got my reset. I drank rather more red wine than should be good for me, fell asleep for three hours in an armchair then for eight hours in bed. Alcohol does that sometimes – floods through knocking the system out of kilter and then it reintegrates with functions changed. It’s almost like a format or taking it back to factory settings. Oddly I don’t have a hangover and just feel like I’ve had a good, needed sleep. But I’m off to the gym shortly, so let’s see if they need to send for an ambulance.
The Blood of Roses
Microscale rockets can travel through cellular landscapes
Ooh, have they only just noticed?
Pre-Cooler for Hypersonic Spaceplane Cools From 1,000°C in Less Than 0.05 Seconds
Well, since no hangover was interfering, I did start another fast on Sunday night. I’m not being hugely strict with myself i.e. occasionally I’m putting milk in tea and coffee. I’m not too concerned about that since I’ve done a couple of heavy gym sessions to burn stuff up and am aiming for 72 hours without food.
On other fronts: the book is heading towards 150,000 words but now the end, sort of, is in sight. This one is going to need lots of work after this first draft. I suspect I’ll be on it in that respect for many weeks while chewing the edge of my desk. As for learning Greek . . . I’m just reading through my notes and speaking out loud made-up conversations. This has made me realise I know more than I thought I knew as words just rise into place from my back brain. I really need to look up (or invent) Greek words for gabbleduck and hooder to make those conversations more interesting!
Watching The Magic Pill on Netflix. I know about most of this stuff but, damn it, seed oil and many food companies, along with tossers with their hands in corporate pockets, including politicians and members of the American Heart Association, and many so-called health experts, should be in jail. Shame it’s too late for someone to kick Ancel Keys’ arse too.
Interesting to compare and contrast the above documentary with this one on Netflix. But the final upshot in either case is eat fewer crappy foods, and I think we all know what they are.
I failed to do 72 hours fasting this time (it was 46) but fuck it I’m going again. I watched a couple of documentaries last night (last post below and one in the comments). I didn’t agree with everything in them but they were inspirational. I then watched the snake diet guy on You Tube for a bit and told myself to stop being a pussy. I then threw out every piece of bread in the house, every last remaining sweet item. Lot’s of veg meat and fat from now on, after another fast. My body will obey.
I wonder how many people tell their friends and family, ‘I go to the gym for an hour long session three times a week!’ or similar, when the reality is somewhat different. You have Mrs Water Bottle who first fills her bottle on arriving then seems to spend an awful long time sipping from it while contemplating her next exercise. Then there’s Mr Fitness App who sits on a machine for five minutes after exercising while checking his fitness stats, and probably messaging and pissing about on social media. Then there are the ‘gym as social activity’ people, who, when they find a victim, will ramble on into lengthy detail about, well, anything really. Annoying ones are those who do this while hanging onto a machine you want to use. Today three gym goers got together to discuss their activities – how this exercise works and how you really should do this, or that. I did four different exercises, four sets of ten repetitions in each, before they actually got back to doing something. The gym is definitely a place full of displacement activities.
No, not really. It can work if both partners are filling their boots, but usually one partner is getting the shitty end of the stick. It causes damage in a relationship and besides that can damage the partners they choose outside of the relationship.
Study identifies role of specific gene in hardening of blood vessel walls
Oh do fuck off.
This Strange Rule Is What Makes the Human Brain So Powerful
You is lunch, mate.
Multicolour Turkish agate.
Hmm, not so long ago.
1 Year Ago
31 October 2018 ·
Jack Four just passed 125,00 words, which is about the length of Cowl. I am having fun. I suspect this is one you’ll read out of breath all the time. I certainly get that way writing it.
Shortly we’ll have: our use of fossil fuels is upsetting the climate, ice melt has cooled the ocean resulting in sea ice, and this will cause an Ice Age. We need to build more wind turbines, pay more taxes and introduce international authoritarian socialism (though that’s tautology). Power to the people!
Oh right, it’s Halloween. Must remember to not bother answering my door.
Oh well, that wasn’t a highly productive day. I went to the gym early, wrote a few hundred words, failed a fast at midday with a large omelette, then slept away most of the afternoon. I did do my hour of Greek, so there’s that. Now I have the prospect of being awake until the early hours. Bugger. And I will damned well write this weekend to get my weekly count up to 10,000.
Green and Purple Dendritic Opal From Madagascar.
Wonderful specimen of polished Rainbow Obsidian from Mexico.