@stevendbrewer@wandering.shop

The Better Angels practiced in Hold One of Angels Wings for an upcoming show on Planet Airdale. For this show, they were wearing windskates that utilized small anti-gravity generators and allowed them skim over the surface of the ground. They had installed new programing modules that enabled them to spin, jump, and pirouette flawlessly.
"Lunchtime!" David called from the galley, carrying a platter into the lounge. (1/2) #wss366

I had a story accepted for publication! I had originally submitted it for publication for the first time on September 27, 2021. And it was rejected the next day. But the twelfth time's the charm, as they say.

The last time I was at an airport hotel for a con was LOSCon in Los Angeles. When I came out of the hotel this morning, the sprinklers were on and I kept looking for palm trees and having to remind myself I was in Illinois and not California.

Waiting for the @SFWA Board retreat to begin.

A developer uses prompt injection to direct uninvited AI agents to delete their work: https://arstechnica.com/security/2026/05/fed-up-with-vibe-coders-dev-sneaks-data-nuking-prompt-injection-into-their-code/

I wonder how long before we start seeing the self-driving truck/car analogs of this: people (e.g. truck drivers who've lost their jobs to AI agents) making "Wile E. Coyote tunnels" to fool self-driving trucks and cars into crashing. It's one thing to drive in the "real world". It's quite another to safeguard against adversarial intent.

h/t @arstechnica #noai

She peered over his head into the hollow.
"I can see them coming and going! Can I taste their honey?"
"Do you want to get stung?" the bear asked.
"Uh…" she said. "No?"
"Then, no, you can't taste their honey. But I can replicate some for you."
"Let's go!" Brunhilde crowed. (5/5) #wss366

"Put your ear against the tree," he said, "and listen."
She pressed her ear up against the hollow tree.
"It's buzzing!" she whispered. "But I want to see! Hold me up!"
"Hold on tight," he said. He stood up on his hind legs and raised her his full four meters into the air. (4/5) #wss366

The bear carefully snubbed out his cigarette and then let Brunhilde scramble up on his shoulders. She squealed and clung to his fur as he rolled onto all fours and headed into the woods.
"There," he said, pointing up at a hollow in a tree.
"I can't see anything!" she said, squinting. (3/5) #wss366

"They have a hive nearby where they live," the bear said.
"Where is it?" she asked.
"I think there are several around the picnic park," the bear said. "But I've only found one."
"Show me!" Brunhilde demanded, lifting her arms over her head. (2/5) #wss366

The bear leaned back against his favorite rock and fired up a cigarette. A bee landed on his nose. He took a big puff and released a stream of smoke that chased the bee away.
"Hey! Hey! Where do the bees come from?" Brunhilde asked, watching the honeybees visiting clover in the grass. (1/5) #wss366

My son decided to do something else this time, rather than come with me to the Nebulas. I sent him a picture with the view from the hotel room, saying, "This view COULD HAVE BEEN YOURS."

He said, "u is pretty lucky
get to look at cars
and lowes
oh sorry loews"

I'm sure he's feeling really jelly.

@philipbrewer We got a pizza that I would describe as New England style: thin crust, oily sauce. It's good! It's certainly not Chicago Style, but we're not in Chicago: We're in Rosemont!

I am at Crust Brewing in Rosemont, Illinois with @philipbrewer drinking a Boomer IPA after a harrowing drive through Chicago. But we are checked in, parked, and unloaded — and it is HAPPY HOUR!

I like to sit on this bench by the hotel portico with my cup of coffee to watch the sunrise.

Emancipation Plowhorse Black IPA with @philipbrewer at Aspen Tap House.

"A shot of overproof rum is $12," the barmaid said.
"By me spars and barnacles!" the old pirate said. "How many doubloons be that?"
"Do you have a tap card or smart watch? It can do the currency conversion for you."
"I have no carrrd!" the pirate said. "But I have me smarrrt phone." #wss366

I haven't written a post about my writing for a while: https://stevendbrewer.com/writing-diversions/

I am enroute to the Nebulas… https://stevendbrewer.com/enroute-to-the-2026-nebulas/

I am reliably informed that these are SHORT-TAILED VOLES. Know how you can tell? BECAUSE THEY HAVE SHORT TAILS!

The mama is about the size of a can of tomato paste. And the babies are the size of your thumb. They're adorable!

THERE ARE LITTLE BABY ONES! No way to get a picture — sorry.