Good news, bad news, and new fics
The good news is
that the Last of the Triops is still with us - it seems they do indeed thrive on solitude. This one has vanquished all its competitors and is happily trundling around its tank munching on carrot peelings, occasionally moulting into a bigger and shinier carapace and digging another crater to lay a batch of eggs. Next year perhaps we should separate them all and have a row of little buckets, each with one occupant... or maybe experiment to see whether this is a real effect or just a fluke...
The bad news is that Herman is definitely dead. Herman was the sourdough culture I started during last year's wrisomifu and had been contentedly bubbling away on my worktop for months... but the recent very hot and humid weather caused a sudden and catastrophic growth of some invading bacterium on the surface overnight, and poor Herman went from healthy sourdough to stinking putrefaction and ceased to bubble altogether.
However, the woodlice in my compost bin think they've died and gone to heaven...
I have been plagued by things needing doing in the real universe but I have managed to finish an AotB fic that's been bugging me for months, and just about scraped together an entry for the first round of the current ninth_eagle challenge. My Boosh epic has reached the end of part 2 and hit a sticky patch, so I took time out and wrote a daft little one-shot instead. More is planned. If only I had more writing time!
that the Last of the Triops is still with us - it seems they do indeed thrive on solitude. This one has vanquished all its competitors and is happily trundling around its tank munching on carrot peelings, occasionally moulting into a bigger and shinier carapace and digging another crater to lay a batch of eggs. Next year perhaps we should separate them all and have a row of little buckets, each with one occupant... or maybe experiment to see whether this is a real effect or just a fluke...
The bad news is that Herman is definitely dead. Herman was the sourdough culture I started during last year's wrisomifu and had been contentedly bubbling away on my worktop for months... but the recent very hot and humid weather caused a sudden and catastrophic growth of some invading bacterium on the surface overnight, and poor Herman went from healthy sourdough to stinking putrefaction and ceased to bubble altogether.
However, the woodlice in my compost bin think they've died and gone to heaven...
I have been plagued by things needing doing in the real universe but I have managed to finish an AotB fic that's been bugging me for months, and just about scraped together an entry for the first round of the current ninth_eagle challenge. My Boosh epic has reached the end of part 2 and hit a sticky patch, so I took time out and wrote a daft little one-shot instead. More is planned. If only I had more writing time!