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I wonder how many people get the reference… #bsd

"Twelve are right on," Fugu said. "But the left diquadratic optimization is point four off."
The Chief smiled. "It sounds like you nailed it."
"But why won't it accept the changes?"
"I haven't added you to '#wheel' yet. Gimme a sec…" He tapped at the keyboard. "There. Try now." (3/3) #wss366

"Mmm," the Chief said, without looking up.
"I've recalibrated the drive crystal settings, but the system won't accept my changes."
The Chief looked up.
"Did you calculate the checksums?"
"Yes," Fugu said, confidently.
"And did they all match?"
"They're all within spec."
"How close?" (2/3) #wss366

The Puffer was enroute to the jump point with fresh supplies and new staff. Fugu, the new drive engineer, went across the drive bay to the Chief's office.
The Chief was behind his desk tapping away at his keyboard.
Fugu waited. When the Chief didn't say anything, he said, "Hey, Chief?" (1/3) #wss366

Jennifer Weiner, writing for the New York Times, describes a glaring omission in the coverage of the Epstein files. But I describe another. https://stevendbrewer.com/another-glaring-omission/ #uspol

Content warning:tasty food

Pepper pork with sushi rice.

"Hey, Tanuki-chan! Are you ready?"

"WOOF!"

#DogsOfMastodon

She rolled over and watched as a thin stream of smoke rose in a #spiral above the bowl of her pipe. Then she closed her eyes and let sleep take her. (4/4) #wss366

Her eyes stared at the ceiling as it came in and out of focus. Knots in the woodgrain took on the shapes of faces: people she had known, monsters she had seen, and places she had visited, both in body and in spirit. (3/4) #wss366

Her mind exploded with a rush of color and sound. She took another puff and another. Then she set the pipe on her bedstand and laid down while she exhaled. Her thoughts emptied out as her consciousness began to sail through a dark and formless void. (2/4) #wss366

After the other witches left, Gretchen went into her bedroom and got a pinch of her special mix from the jar on the back shelf. She sat on the edge of her bed while she loaded her pipe and tamped it down. Then she lit the mixture and inhaled. (1/4) #wss366

I wrote a reflection on the role of fantasy in my writing. https://stevendbrewer.com/maybe-not-my-every-fantasy/ #writinglife

Kendrick Park in Amherst. #WesternMass

Abby, Tammy, Molly, and Jill — they were the weft that tied everything together. And Gretchen herself, she was the weaver that gave them all purpose and kept them aligned.
As the last one arrived, Gretchen tapped out the embers from her pipe, and then followed them into the house. (3/3) #wss366

The witches thought of their working as weaving the elements of the spell together. But Gretchen thought of the coven itself in the same terms. Mani, Penny, Becky, and Jan — they were the #warp that provided the structure. (2/3) #wss366

Gretchen sat outside the door smoking her corncob pipe as the other witches arrived.
They nodded at her as they approached, one after another, and respectfully said, "Mum."
She clamped the elderberry stem of her pipe between her teeth and nodded back at each. (1/3) #wss366

A set of orders put funds and an airship at her disposal.
"I would like to send you as an envoy to Woodseer to learn as much as you can about what's causing the vines there to die, so that we can be prepared."
"I… I'll need to…"
The Baron smiled. "Yes, you need to ask your wife." (4/4) #wss366

"Today, I received this note from Count Bontakor," he said, offering it to her.
Cecelia unfolded it and read.
"A #blight of grape vines?" She looked up concerned. "In Easton?"
"Not here. Not yet," the Baron said. "But it's affecting Woodseer."
He handed her what he'd been writing. (3/4) #wss366

"One moment," she said, as she dried her hands, then followed the page through the dim corridors of Ravensbelth.
He ushered her into the Baron's office, then shut the door.
The Baron finished what he was writing, put his pen down, and picked up a folded piece of paper. (2/4) #wss366

A page arrived at the Botanical Garden while Cecelia was finishing up for the day. She was washing her hands off in the fountain, which always overflowed with fresh cool water.
"Pardon me, Milady," he said. "But the Baron requests your presence immediately." (1/4) #wss366