{"id":5103,"date":"2010-11-07T20:02:40","date_gmt":"2010-11-08T01:02:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=5103"},"modified":"2010-11-07T20:02:40","modified_gmt":"2010-11-08T01:02:40","slug":"the-end-of-daylight-savings-time-as-we-know-it","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=5103","title":{"rendered":"The end of Daylight Savings Time as we know it"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I slept late this morning, and I guess, considering that today marked the end of Daylight Savings Time, that I means I slept especially<\/i> late. In my defense, the medication I’m on does make me a little drowsy, and I’m supposed to take it right before I go to bed.<\/p>\n

So anyway, once I woke up, I spent most of the morning working on the Sunday crossword. I enjoyed the theme a lot this week, although a few of the shorter answers eluded me. Then, I joined a couple of friends for our weekly writing group, which hasn’t met in a couple of months. It was good to meet up again, in no small part because I slacked off last week and did almost no writing.<\/p>\n

I’m not so sure about what I wrote today<\/i>. It’s not exactly a story with any legs to it, but I had fun with it. It all started with this writing prompt<\/a> my friend Maurice posted the other day: <\/p>\n

“You cannot kill the beast by conventional means,” said Margyl. “It is far too wily for that.”<\/p>\n

“A sword forged in the hellfire storms of Hades is conventional means?” Rhianna asked, incredulous. “Your conventions are a lot stranger than mine.”<\/p>\n

“That is the way of mid-Earth,” said Margyl. “The star-fang beast may not appear as much a threat, but verily, it is — ”<\/p>\n

“Wily. Right, I got that.”<\/p>\n

She sheathed the bone-encrusted sword — forged, it was said, in pools of molten demon blood, centuries past — and sighed.<\/p>\n

“Well I’m open to suggestions,” she said. “It’s not like we can just stand around here all day, twiddling our thumbs. How do<\/i> I kill it?”<\/p>\n

“The beast has felled many warriors, feasted on the bones of any foolish enough to venture into its lair empty-handed. Only the hardiest souls dare face its gaping maw. For truly is the beast — ”<\/p>\n

“Wily. Yeah, you keep saying that.” Again she sighed. “You know, for a wizard guide, you’re kind of crap.”<\/p>\n

Margyl nodded. “I have been told.”<\/p>\n

“So I can’t kill it with the sword, Rhianna said, “but I can’t go into those caves without a weapon. If it’s a magic beast and can’t be killed<\/i> by magic, would — I don’t know — this rock<\/i> be less conventional?”<\/p>\n

She hefted one of the stones from the desert floor.<\/p>\n

“Could be…” Margyl said with a visible shrug.<\/p>\n

Rhianna glared. “And how do wizards<\/i> fare against rocks? Is there an anti-rock-upside-the-head spell in that book of yours?”<\/p>\n

“You have the fiery spirit of a hero,” Margyl told her, though he took a step back.<\/p>\n

“All right, fine,” said Rhianna, heading toward the cave. “I’ll try the stupid rock. If that doesn’t work, I guess I can always reboot.”<\/p>\n

She paused at the dark entrance of the cave.<\/p>\n

“Though if I get booted back a level, I’m skipping the whole wizard helper thing.”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

You know, I notice that in my WordPress dashboard, “writing” is not among the most used post categories. I ought to look at rectifying that.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I slept late this morning, and I guess, considering that today marked the end of Daylight Savings Time, that I means I slept especially late. In my defense, the medication I’m on does make me a little drowsy, and I’m supposed to take it right before I go to bed. So anyway, once I woke … Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[28,12],"class_list":["post-5103","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","tag-personal","tag-writing"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5103"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5103"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5103\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5103"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5103"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5103"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}