STORYTIME!!!

You all might notice that my fiction additions to this blog have been flagging lately, imaginary readers. I have unfortunately been distracted by another large scale creative project, which has kept me from…

JUST CLICK HERE FOR MORE DELICIOUS FICTION DON’T THINK JUST GO!!!

Now that I’ve taken some advantage of my wordpress formatting, let me explain my apparently crazy actions.

Lee Cope is a long time friend and recent collaborator with both us and our partner project Liberation Industries, and a brilliant and prolific creative writer. The Ferryman’s Apprentice is one of their new offerings, the first issue completed in this years NaNoWriMo if I’m not wrong, now divided into delicious snippets to enjoy on your commute, your break or at any point that your infernal overlords quieten their terrifying demands.

Its a twisted, elegantly written fantasy clipping along the border of life, death and humanity, so I think my imaginary readers would enjoy it immensely.

Good Hunting,

Quorg

Cover Art by the Eternal (possibly) Janis Singley

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Scrapping with Maslow

Heya folks.

Been a while, I know.

I’ve gone from the unenviable position of being substantially overworked and significantly underpaid to… well, just chronically underemployed now. Which, nominally, should give me more time to talk to all of you.

As ever, though, the tasks grow to fill the time. I have been maintaining my presence over at Liberation Industries, so if you were enjoying my roleplaying output then I recommend you rock on over there for your fix. In the last seven days, I have driven about two and a half thousand kilometers, which takes a lot out of you. If this isn’t sounding familiar, it is. I also crashed my car a little, but fear not. My typing fingers are fine.

There’s also a couple of projects that I’m not allowed to talk about in the blogosphere. If they come about, I’ll tell you all about them. If not, I’ll probably do it anyway, but with much more spite.

After a messy period, I am once again corresponding with the illustrator for Marla Stone. I’ll keep you posted on that too.

Otherwise, what I am stuck with is the grimy reality of my own rent-punk existence. Through the weird haze of sleep deprivation and trying to get the equations to add up with numbers that are much too low, I get the occasional sense that I would much less talk to Maslow and more punch his lights out and steal his pyramid. After all, its hard to get creative when you’re down at this level.

Anyway, I hope I can turn things around. If so, you’ll be hearing a lot more from me.

If not, Maslow better hope he didn’t skimp on his pyramid locks.

 

Also, I am listening to Florence and the Machine’s Queen of Peace right now. Literally. I strongly advise you do the same. This song is fantastic.

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Pic is pyramid by Bruce Aldridge on Flickr. CC A/N$

 

I’m Back

Like what the title says.

I’m Back.

Cue Music.

Sorry for the delay folks, but I have been struggling to keep up with my new existence as a cog in the corporate machine. But fear not! They thought that just by taking all my time and energy they could defeat me, but no! I have returned to you, my dear imaginary readers! And I fully intend to get back to giving you your one delicious blog post a week.

But first, announcements.

The first is that I’m splitting my attention. In addition to this blog, my roleplaying sector is going to be moving over to my shiny new home of actual play podcasting, Liberation Industries. So if you’re sticking around for fun stuff like Changelings of the Outer West and my gaming projects, they will be relocating there.

But project enthusiasts, fear not! My super secret project is coming near to its fruition, and some of its dark fruit will naturally blossom to you in the next few weeks.

So thanks for hanging around, imaginary readers.

And for what its worth, the soy cheese was terrible.

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Once upon a midnight dreary, in an empty train station and a drunken haze…

Hiatus

Yes, I know I’m late.

The weekend was a rather frantic one in the face of the new job, and as I struggle to adapt to the new schedule it leaves little time for blogging.

So I’m going to try something that I think is best for both of us, my imaginary readership.

After a year of semi-reliable posts on the Next Best Plan, I’m going to take a short break.

Probably only going to be a couple of weeks, in honesty. My recent tax return means I’ll be able to afford a new computer, which will let me get back to doing this properly. But I’ve gotten sick of song this by halves, and once I’ve my new rig up and running I’ll be able to launch myself headlong into my various projects (including the super secret one) once again.

So I’ll see you in a couple of weeks,  folks. I promise I’ll make as big a splash as I can so you know I’m back.

On the plus side,  I have found some vegan cheese. Now, my regular readers will know of my obsession with soy goods, and our glorious vegan blogger-pal Shonalika has on occasion lamented decent vegan cheese. So on this, at least, I must report back.

You will be hearing from me again soon enough, WordPress.

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And Taxes

Well, I finished my tax return.

I figure that’s got to be worth something, as I blew off quite a bit if valuable blogging time to do it.

On the plua side, due to my extremely low income, I ahould receive most of the protection money I sent to our government back. Which means, I’ll finally be able to replace my computer, and return to you properly from this strange state of half blogging.

I feel as if I’m cheating you, imaginary readers.

Perhaps I should have called a hiatus when first physical interface gave up it’s duties.

Well… in a couple of weeks I should be back to my rather more verbose e-self.

Enjoy your weekend folks.

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A Girl on the Wall, Richmond

Selling Out

Well, it happened.

It took a while. Hell, last time I worked I was on the other side of the world in a winter that we will never see on account of the odd vagaries of our planet’s hemispheres.

But I have finally sold out and jumped on the megacorp bandwagon.

Henceforth, imaginary readers, it appears that yours truly is once again employed. Once again a wage slave, a punchcard minion, a low level villain or shill in any cyberpunk set dressing. Unfortunately, the shadowy underground took their sweet time calling, and I gotta get tofu money to keep entertaining you guys somehow. And no matter what the 9 to 5 throws at me, you’re always gonna get something from me on my Saturdays.

So quorganism is now, during business hours at least, a travel agent. It could have been a lot worse. Hell, I was selling light bulbs for a fortnight and that was a lot worse. But I’ll certainly be busier.

And with that said, my computer remains, unfortunately, exploded. I’m currently typing this on my good friend Ghorb’s machine, so forgive any haphazard behaviour my apparent loss of connection with reality (aka the internet) causes.

Normal transmissions will resume as soon as possible, dear imaginary readers, and you’ll soon get your first teaser of my current super secret project. But for now, here’s a picture of a plane while we all think of bright and beautiful times.

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Photo “Plane Spotting at ORD”, courtesy of H. Michael Miley aka Mike_Miley on flickr. Creative Commons Attribution Sharealike

Computer Problems

Well, my computer finally gave up the ghost.

Maybe. It’s hard to tell, but either way its going to need someone better at this stuff than I am to fix it.

Given this is both the day my blog is due and the first day of Melbourne’s Govhack weekend, this has naturally proven a bit of a problem. So to add to my weaknesses in statistical management (which given I’m at a Government Free Data jam is a bit of a worry) all my usual tech has now spontaneously failed.

So I’m cobbling together a film making suite with a phone, an ipad and zero budget. This has rather delayed my blogging, but I imagine I’ll tell y’all how it goes.

I suppose that’ll depend how it turns out…

In Which Quorganism Finds Work, and Loses Energy to Write

I have begun to detest the suburbs.

I mean, there’s the obvious stuff. The lack of convenience, the obnoxious McMansions, the neighbours who won’t even say hello to each other when their out walking their dogs. More recently I’ve come to associate them with exhaustion, hunger, and vengeful ankle pain.

You see, my dear imaginary readers, yours truly has taken to selling light bulbs door to door to make ends meet.

Well, that’s not strictly true. I’ve been trying to give them away for free, complete with a qualified electrician to install them, which makes sense in the context of the State of Victoria’s emissions reduction scheme. This has been harder than it sounds.

That’s mostly because we’re clearly not the first to have this idea. It becomes difficult to give something away when the recipient already has said thing in abundance. The very selling point of these bulbs is their extremely long life, so with replacement not an option the market dwindles rather rapidly.

So that’s another way in which I feel that the suburbs have sleighted me.

Despite all this, though, returning to the city center still makes me smile. From the Hyatt hotel glowering down on us like a golden parody of a Communist Parliament, to the riverfront dredging up memories of London stowed half a world away, to the church towers nestled beneath the immense glass megaliths surrounding them,  like tiny remora between the teeth of a shark. At night the towers ascend into mist like something out of Disney’s Gargoyles, and the city blooms with a sky climbing garden of electric flowers.

I have also been making forays into getting back into radio theatre, for which I will need more material. You’ll know the outcome as soon as I do. I’m not holding out on you guys, just its not something I’m working on alone like the blog.

So that’s more or less where I’m at currently. Having had some decent interviews, I hopefully won’t be pounding the pavement too much longer out in the suburban sprawl. But I’ll keep you posted on that.

And you should have your usual fix come Saturday. Hoping the week’s been nice to y’all.

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Why the alley has its own flagpole, I have no idea.

A General Update, and the Refried Bean Secret

Hi again imaginary readers.

Given your loyal following, I figured I should fill you in on how things are going in my little corner of the world, and perhaps give some explanation for recent behavioural trends.

You’ll probably have noticed I’ve mostly been smashing out a lot of roleplay related stuff and most recently a little zeitgeist article; basically, stuff that I can write easily without having to leave my chair. You’ll also notice a fairly substantial decline in my recent foodie posts. The reason for that is that I’ve largely been eating lentils and jack all else, which I figure doesn’t make great reading.

Now, these are just symptoms in honesty.

The reason for the shut in lifestyle is that, with my partner and I having just moved to Melbourne and lacking jobs, we are poor and things like tram travel and interesting ingredients are expensive. So you get the musings I can make without leaving the house.

But! Fear not. That looks set to change fairly soon, and I shall keep you updated on our various adventures when we have a workable budget to go places and do things again.

Why? Because I’ve been reading the Necronomicon. Coincidence? No longer my call. Ask Yog Sothoth.

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This place is so damn neo-Gothic. I look up at night and see the city from Gargoyles.

Anyway, on to the second part of the post that I promised you in the title, with the attention grabbing sub-heading of…

My BEANZZZ!

Thanks for the intro, LSP.

Photo "Lumpy Space Princess", courtesy of The Convention Fans Blog on Flickr.
Photo “Lumpy Space Princess”, courtesy of The Convention Fans Blog on Flickr.

Anyway, having worked out what was missing in my chilli, but being unable to locate the canned refried beans my pal in the UK uses in my new environs, I had to make my own.

Instructions:

1 – Get red kidney beans. Canned are good, but if you get dried you’ll probably have to soak them.

2- Fry the beans. Then mash them to a beany paste.

The instructions are on the can, if we’re being totally fuskin honest with ourselves.

Anyway, I’ll leave you with my recipe for tasty vegetarian bean chilli.

The Recipe Aforementioned

Refry your beans!

Annihilate one onion and one capsicum into pieces, tiny parodies of their original form!

Put them in the pan of frying with the once-beans!

Add tomatoes similarly destroyed! Leave no portion upon portion!

Add red lentils for bulk as you desire, but remember that once the lentils have arrived, they cannot be escaped…

Pour hence water, boiling in fury!

Add the mystic powder! (Now, I know its kind of cheating to use the store bought stuff, but fusked if i can nut out what’s in it… the closest approximation I can manage so far is a combo of cumin, paprika, pepper, lime juice and Cajun style roux…)

Stir with an instrument hewn from the flesh of a tree!

Serve upon an altar of rice or crunchy corn chips! With cheese…

And, there you have it. A feed fit for Azathoth himself. Well, I guess that puts it in league with everything else in the material universe, but hey. Its good vego chilli.

I begin to fear that I’ve been shut in too long.

Photo "Red Beans", courtesy of Guy Hatton on Flickr.
Photo “Red Beans”, courtesy of Guy Hatton on Flickr.

Once again, photos have been used under a Creative Commons Attribution Share-Alike Non-Commercial agreement, so as I’ve said many times I ain’t making money out of this blog, and you can butcher it and use it however you like as long as the relevant folks are credited, you stay unpaid and LSP ain’t altered.

And Azathoth won’t make you any money either. Though props to the first person to send me some Lovecraftian Romantic Comedy fan fiction. I will send possibly interesting comments in exchange.

No Excuse for Tardiness, Sorry Folks

Apologies, imaginary readers. I’m afraid the world conspired to steal me away from my computer, reliable internet and by extension my precious blogosphere for the past few days.

Also, British imaginary readers, be grateful for uncapped mobile data allowances. I’ll leave it at that.

Should have a new post inbound in the next few hours. Thanks for sticking around.