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Omurice. Sorta.

*The Better Angels and the Complex CuddleTum Conundrum* is an omake story set on the Truck Stop at the Center of the Galaxy. It is not yet scheduled for publication. You can receive updates when it appears through my monthly newsletter. https://author-sdbrewer.micro.blog/subscribe/

"They declined to eat the krenoj, Captain Reckless."
"What are they eating, then?"
"The Barlek requested Fun Meals."
"The Barlek?"
"The CuddleTum Ambassador." Zaza pointed him out. He was lying on the floor, insensate, having already consumed his full measure of rum. (2/2)

"First Sergeant! What is going on?" David asked Zaza, looking around at the chaos. CuddleTums were dancing and singing in raucous voices.
"Situation normal, #Top. The rescuees have been given their rations and tot."
"Rations?" asked David.
"What about the krenoj?" asked Racy. (1/2) #wss366

A manga mentioned ehomaki, a kind of sushi served in Japan for setsubon, so I checked Google Maps to see if any local restaurants served it. Hmm. Perhaps not.

He spoke a single syllable. His staff lit up. The two men only had time to look surprised before they collapsed.
The old man gasped, leaning even more heavily on his staff.
"A month of my life gone, for that," he muttered.
He wearily recovered the coins, then shuffled ahead between the bodies. (3/3)

The old man reached into a pocket and pulled out two silver pieces.
"Here," he said. "Buy yourselves something to eat."
The smaller man snatched the coins, but then threatened him again with the saik.
"The rest!" he hissed. "Gimme the rest of your money!"
The old man sighed. (2/3)

The old man hobbled along the path, leaning heavily on his #staff. Two skinny, young men sprang from the bushes and menaced him. The taller one was holding a club, but the shorter, mean-looking one held a saik, with a wicked, curved blade.
"Give us your money, greybeard!" he snarled. (1/3) #wss366

#ScribesAndMakers Without showing it, describe something you've made or seen that is meaningful to you.

I've made so many things… Many years ago, I wrote the Data Aggregation Project in PHP that, long before Google Forms, allowed me to easily stand up webforms for collecting data across multiple intro lab sections at UMass. This allowed us to have students do innovative research projects in class. The paper we wrote about it was stolen by LibGen and perfidiously used by Meta to train their AI.

It's woke to check the use-by date.

Frangipani blossoms floating in the Japanese garden of the Durfee Conservatory, June 3, 2019. #SilentSunday

The sakura buds are swelling, but not yet starting to open…

There is still time to register for the Straw Dog Writers Guild workshop on Generative AI today at 3pm Eastern: https://strawdogwriters.org/event/faking-it-and-breaking-it-generative-ai-and-its-implications-for-writers-a-straw-dog-craft-workshop-with-michelle-trim

I had a great time selling books at the Amherst Global Village Festival yesterday. https://stevendbrewer.com/amherst-global-village-festival/ #books

The tech bros were so worried about what might happen if AI destroyed democracy, they decided they'd destroy it first.

It's woke to vote.

*Lady Cecelia's Trial* is Part 6 of *Lady Cecelia's Journey*, a sapphic romantasy road story. It has not yet been scheduled for release, but if you subscribe to my monthly mailing list, you can receive updates when it appears. https://author-sdbrewer.micro.blog/subscribe/

Once the Baron was seated, attendants whisked in and served a leafy green salad. Cecelia sweated, worried that Kasseh might not be prepared to use each of the nine pieces of silverware correctly. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Kasseh was using the correct fork for her salad. #wss366

It's woke to take antibiotics.

It's woke to stop at red lights.