I've been watching 'Lazarus' and it's becoming increasingly clear that hapna is a stunt, all designed to make humanity to take a step back.

I'm watching 'Drifting Home'. The kids are lost at sea, somehow. The strange kid, Nopo, is their old apartment building.

This morning's prompt was 'map'.

I went with an ancient map...

This morning's prompt is 'cable car'.

I found a stereotypical one over a mountain valley...

This morning's prompt is 'calculator'.

Stuff 

Save those polygons...

Procedurally build a map.

Oops!

This morning's prompt is 'too much car', as in too much car and not enough sense.

I witnessed an SUV making a seven point turn...

Chinese Pop Demo

Low growth with the one child policy and 50 million lost to COVID in 2020.

1.1 billion

This morning's prompt is 'mushroom'.

I owe myself a page a day, for the past week 

Write some bits....

We ordered steak with mushrooms and I gave mine to Meigo. He looked at me like I was insane as I cut it mine, well done, and applied ketchup.

"Why?" Meigo asked me simply and rather than play dumb I told him 

"Comes with steak, but I'd rather give it away or eat it on the side, like carrots and peas."

"Everything in its place, where you want it..."

I looked at him strangely. "Don't go psychoanalyzing me, kid. I'm a simple man."

"Who wants to build spaceships?"

"Well, yeah. Everybody needs a hobby."

Triangles from equator to north pole, then south pole

Procedurally build a map.
Fill with diamond quads.

Oops!

This morning's prompt was 'turf roof'.

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This morning's prompt was 'cottage'.

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This morning's prompt was 'calendar'.

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Next Polygon

Procedurally build a map.

Oops!

This morning's prompt is 'spiral galaxy', which I did this evening.

I had forgotten my current scrap notebook.

This morning's prompt was 'hotdog inna bun'.

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This morning's prompt is 'jar of pickles'.

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Build off

Procedurally build a map.

Oops!

This morning's prompt is 'french's mustard'.

A survival crafting and feral robot hunting game called 'Get Off My Rock!' GOMR takes a small group of struggling spacer/belter/salvagers and sets them up against pirates, rogue AI, etc.

This morning's prompt is 'bottle of ketchup', one of my favorite things...

I'm a weekend behind on a page a day, but I did some revision on tmwwbs, cutting wordiness actually. I have a beginning and an ending, so I need to write a detailed outline then fill in the missing scenes until I have a novella.

I looked over the climax and ending, I have a beginning, there was some crazy stuff going on in between, including arson.

Find that 'build off' segment

Procedurally build a map.

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This morning's prompt is 'manga', and this ugly person is supposed to be a manga-ka.

I did some revision...

'Go Find Your Own Rock!' is low tech belter solo RPG about survival, crafting and feral robot hunting...

This morning's prompt was 'rartle', in this case a baby rattle.

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A page a day... continue working on this!

I wrote the bare bones of 'The Man Who Would Build Spaceships' fourteen years ago. The plot is that a group develops an insanely dense energy storage medium, which my hero dreams of using as a battery for his water-propelled spaceship. While he's building it and a few sundries (8-P), things fall apart around him as the group is betrayed by the irresistible lure of 30 pieces of silver, of riches beyond the dreams of avarice, of greed and blood-money. He survives partly by accident, partly by being suspicious and being half-way prepared, and also the power of plot sustains him…

I can write the good-parts version, at least! To begin with-

'The End'

The surplus Russian space suit is holding up well. I had landed the GS Hope a little hard, but we don't seem to have sprung a leak, and the tanks are holding as well. To be perfectly honest, it's more than I had any right to expect. I've come a quarter of a million miles to duplicate a cold war stunt, try my hand at refueling at the lunar south pole, and to do one other thing…

The plaque is a simple sheet of quarter inch steel welded with a few words, a few names. A few good people who changed the world, changed my world, and who deserved better, deserved long and happy lives. I can honestly say that I've finally done right by them when I place the plaque up here in eternal sunshine.

"Shines the name, no, shines the names," I whispered. I remembered the cameras, still transmitting, and didn't care what the world might think of the crazy private astronaut, but, for the families, I decided to elaborate.

"A few people I worked with discovered a valuable secret, what we called the 'Shipstone' for certain literary reasons- go look it up! It just might save technical civilization, but it got them all killed, murdered by some greedy bast-" I shut the hell up for a minute, breathing raggedly. The pressure read zero and I opened the cabin up to vacuum, stepping out with the plaque and a few tools.

"I can't think of a better way to honor them than this- this is what I can do, what I've always wanted to do! What you can do is whatever the hell you want! Build a hospital maybe, or a library, name it after them. Better yet, rebuild that sorry excuse for a world down there, where people need to measure worth, not wealth!"

I found a likely spot, not blasted by the landing and so, I figured, safe for if and when I left. I made a good job of it, securing the steel plate for... well, a good long time. I read it out loud for the folks at home.

"I dedicate *this* small step to the memory of Carl, Beth, Mannie, and David. They all helped to make my dream possible, and they gave me back hope for tomorrow."

I didn't have anything else to say to the good people, on the good Earth. I just went about my business. The lunar dirt, regolith, whatever, did yield a little water ice, along with ammonia and other volatiles. I managed not to get myself killed, all alone such a long way from home, and I topped off the tanks with enough water to get me somewhere interesting, maybe even there and back again…

*Up ship!*

This morning's prompt is 'backpack'.

I need to write a page a day like I used to...

Pete grabbed his backpack and ran like hell followed him, because it did,

The moans were torture for him. He had grown up with lingering illness, death rattling in the ragged breathing of his grandmother and he had hated his thoughts his cowardice, wishing she would just die...

And she had.

And there had been relief, he had seen it in the mirror, seen it mirrored in the guilty faces of his mother, seen the despair and shame in his father, her son. It had destroyed them, one by one, first his father, then his mother, then his older sister.

Death followed him, even before the day it got back up and staggered down the street, after.

This morning's prompt is 'sherry'.

No, I didn't write last night...

I will accomplish something today!

This morning's prompt is 'oddity', which is an alien species from my big damn space opera.

I want to finish something, 'the man who would build spaceships', preferably.

I was telling Jim that I have had the bare bones of the story from beginning to end for a long time and what I need to do is finish my rough draft.

That and 'Looking for a zpocalypse Buddy'

Triangles?

Procedurally build a map.
Use a random walker to place triangles up, down and side to side...

Oops!

This morning's prompt is 'father'.

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Build some blobs

Procedurally build a map.

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This morning's prompt is 'mother'.

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(From last year) Buckminster Fuller came up in a post today: People like Buckie make me believe in a benevolent agency, perhaps spiritual, perhaps the manifestation of the creative and empathetic side of our natures, as opposed to the violent, selfish and domineering side. We will always object to being bossed around, especially by jerks who don't have any talent for it, nor any idea how to get the job done.

True leadership is not about (just) getting people (to want) to do your will, it is about getting people working together for some purpose, convinced or assured that they matter, that they can contribute, that they are needed. That was Buckminster Fuller's story and his message.

Draw a blob!

Procedurally build a map.

Oops!

Forest

Procedurally build a map.

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