In the name of the Lord, there is precipitation.





1500 words of Crap Dad written. I feel pretty good about that. Alas, this is not fanfiction where I can just put it up online and have people read it.

Hmm. Maybe I should get a pool of beta readers that I can write it for, to have…

I wonder if Patreon could work? But yeah…are there any places for writers to post up chapters as we would a webcomic, guys?

Wattpad has decent functionality for serial fiction. It seems to be quite popular, as well.

Kidney Transplant: Zero Hour

New ‘blog. Kidney Transplant: Zero Hour.

I love making Direct to Video titles up. The more colons, the merrier.

So one of the things I wanted to do with this ‘blog was to try and maintain some positivity.

This may go some way to explaining the lack of posts of late.

It’s entirely fair to say that the first half of this year hasn’t really been what you’d call brilliant. Not even in the same ballpark, even. My health has been slowly…

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He’s my inspiration. He’s my teaching role model, yo

(Source: tomhazeldine)



new best friend feat. dorian

tumblr is making me love Dorian already 

Jul 7




It’s even better because he’s on a ship.





The Pallas´s Cat, also called Manul, is a small wildcat living in the grasslands and steppe of central asia.
It is named after the german naturalist Peter Simon Pallas, who first described the species in 1776.

That is the most expressive and gelatinous cat I have ever seen.

look at this absurd screaming loofah

I want to ride one like a pony.

You know how I’ve always longed to see the fair city of Padua.

New ‘blog! I put some stories in one place. It is just that exciting.


So, it’s been a busy few weeks. The new novel is coming along (slowly), I finished a handful of short stories (one of which was accepted the same day I sent it off – woo!), and we have had both friends and family staying over to visit. I’ve been working every day I can to save money for the summer (helped by a timely tax rebate) and aside from a few choice cuts from the Steam sale we’ve been…

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Moving forward, we have no choice but to get completely speculative. Let’s imagine that after billions of years in existence, 1% of Earth-like planets develop life (if that’s true, every grain of sand would represent one planet with life on it). And imagine that on 1% of those planets, the life advances to an intelligent level like it did here on Earth. That would mean there were 10 quadrillion, or 10 million billion intelligent civilizations in the observable universe.

Moving back to just our galaxy, and doing the same math on the lowest estimate for stars in the Milky Way (100 billion), we’d estimate that there are 1 billion Earth-like planets and 100,000 intelligent civilizations in our galaxy.[1]

SETI (Search for Extraterrestrial Intelligence) is an organization dedicated to listening for signals from other intelligent life. If we’re right that there are 100,000 or more intelligent civilizations in our galaxy, and even a fraction of them are sending out radio waves or laser beams or other modes of attempting to contact others, shouldn’t SETI’s satellite array pick up all kinds of signals?

But it hasn’t. Not one. Ever.

Where is everybody?

- The Fermi Paradox

The Fermi Paradox misses, I think, an important consideration: what if we just aren’t that interesting to other forms of life in the universe, so they give us as much consideration as we give a puddle of bacteria?

(via wilwheaton)

That said, we *do* give puddles of bacteria immense amounts of consideration, especially when they adapt new ways of killing us. If we consider a human being as a pure count of cells, then we look less like a discrete organism and more like an ambulatory bacterial colony. Were bacteria to spontaneously begin producing visible evidence of bacteria art and bacteria architecture, the human race would collectively shit its kidneys, wouldn’t it?

(Source: dan-hill)

Time flies when you’re distracted by a tiny wailing potato baby.

New ‘blog. Time flies when you’re distracted by a tiny wailing potato baby.


Next week, Aoife is going to be one year old.

One year. That has come on much faster than I expected.

So, next weekend we are having a party for her. She’s still a bit small to really grasp the idea of it – she was oblivious to Christmas – but we thought it would be nice to do something, especially when that something gives us an excuse to eat a lot of food. So, there are going to be an infinite…

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