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content/post/2020/04/pandemic.md

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 categories = ["life"]
 date = "2020-04-22 03:23:00 +0100"
 title = "All It Took Was A Global Pandemic"
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+aliases = ["/blog/2020-04-22-pandemic/"]
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 It has been more than a few months since I last abandoned this site. Now here I am finally back to it. And all it took was a global bloody pandemic! My particular thoughts on that are liable to come later.
 

content/post/2020/06/new-transhumanism.md

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 date = "2020-06-05 13:52:00 +0100"
 layout = "post"
 title = "Technology Won't Save Us"
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+aliases = ["/blog/2020-06-05-new-transhumanism/"]
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 First: **Black Lives Matter**. I don't think it is my place to say anything more than that, as a pasty white non-American. 
 

content/post/2020/07/go-hugo.md

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 date = "2020-07-14T00:00:00Z"
 layout = "post"
 title = "Go Hugo!"
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+aliases = ["/blog/2020-07-14-go-hugo/"]
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 I've just moved the site over from Jekyll to Hugo. Why? Because I have a growing vendetta against Ruby and (relatedly so) it was easier to make a webhook-based build system for Hugo. No matter what I do, I can never get RVM set up right, I can just about manage Python Venvs!
 

content/post/2020/07/til-font-weight.md

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 date = "2020-07-15T00:00:00Z"
 layout = "post"
 title = "TIL #1: Font weights in the browser"
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+aliases = ["/blog/2020-07-15-til-font-weight/"]
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 Stealing an idea from somewhere (that I would link if I could remember where!) when I learn something worth sharing (especially if it's from a small blog like this one) I'm going to reshare it here. This will likely evolve into a full separate section, but for now, here it is.

content/post/2020/07/worth.md

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 description = ""
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 title = "Worth"
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+aliases = ["/blog/2020-07-01-worth/"]
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 I believe, even a little bit, in Fate
 

content/post/2020/12/52stories/index.md

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 date = 2021-04-27
 publishdate = "2020-12-21 00:00:00 +0100"
 layout = "post"
+aliases = ["/blog/2020-12-21-52stories/"]
 title = "I defy you to write 52 bad stories"
+description = "EDIT: FAIL!"
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 I declare a ~~thumb war~~ challenge. 52 weeks of the year, 52 stories. I only barely won NaNoWriMo this year, and for an Overachiever (35k in 24 hours last year!) like me that just *isn't good enough*. So this year, I have a new challenge. A new short story every week, for the whole year until its time to do NaNoWriMo again. 
 

content/post/2020/12/naturalselection.md

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-categories = ["52stories", "fiction", "short story"]
+categories = ["writing", "fiction"]
+tags = ["52stories", "short story"]
 date = "2020-12-07 00:00:00 +0100"
 layout = "post"
 title = "Natural Selection"
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+aliases = ["/blog/2020-12-07-naturalselection/"]
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 *Galactic Council Record No. 2020*
 
@@ -21,4 +22,4 @@ And that was their greatest strength. It saved us all. They died for us, and in
 
 Over and above that, they refused to allow any of their number to run. They contained the plague even as it burned like a wildfire through their population, devastating their core worlds in a matter of days. Some did try, not all humans were noble. Some were just scared. But humanity, acting in the first (and, as it came to be, last) time in their history, truly as a cohesive species, set up a perimeter. And though it must have hurt, they shot down their fellows. Blew pirates, traders and civilians alike out of space, condemning them to a slow death not unakin to that the infection brought, all to ensure this mysterious infection did not spread beyond their space.
 
-In the end, natural selection caught up with Humanity and dragged their whole species into the darkness. But even as it inexorably did so, they fought tooth and nail to prevent it from taking us all with them. With the blood of their own people, of their own brothers and sisters, they burnt a firebreak across the stars and saved every one of us. Whenever we look at the Black, the dark between stars, we remember them. To them we owe everything.
+In the end, natural selection caught up with Humanity and dragged their whole species into the darkness. But even as it inexorably did so, they fought tooth and nail to prevent it from taking us all with them. With the blood of their own people, of their own brothers and sisters, they burnt a firebreak across the stars and saved every one of us. Whenever we look at the Black, the dark between stars, we remember them. To them we owe everything.

content/post/2020/12/olivia.md

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-categories = ["52stories", "fiction", "short story"]
+categories = ["writing", "fiction"]
+tags = ["52stories", "short story"]
 date = "2020-12-13 00:25:00"
 layout = "post"
 title = "Olivia, The Storm"
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+aliases = ["blog/2020-12-13-olivia/"]
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 Olivia crackled fiercely, enveloped in a maelstrom of energy that was as green as her eyes. It rose around her and whipped up the once calm air. Mimicking this rise, she took off. Incongruously slowly, her feet rose several metres from the sodden earth as her eyes flashed fierce with ethereal power. The unshackled force spilled out across the sky like a supercharged aurora, dancing as if it were alive and gleeful at being let free.
 
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 "Olivia..." the woman spoke and trailed off, her voice fading away into the wind which suddenly sprang up once more, reaching out toward her and almost brushing her with outstretched fingertips before the world began to shatter around them both. White nothing persecuted and invaded the carefully constructed mental torture chamber as it sharded into smaller and smaller pieces. The last piece to shatter was the face of the other woman, outliving even Olivia felt the twisted expression of the other sear itself into her mind alongside the feeling of being stabbed which was the typical way for these things to end. 
 
-In a disturbing echo of the dream, "Olivia?" was the first word Olivia heard as she crashed back to reality, accompanied by the sickening feeling of falling. Her fall was mercifully broken by the creaky softness of her familiar bed. A reassuringly familiar figure, though her brain hadn't woken enough to place their face yet, stood in the doorway with a decidedly quizzical expression. Wait...fall? As she came back to her senses she noticed a pervading damp that quickly spread fingers of cold into her bones. It was as if her bedroom had been torn through by a storm, though the window beside her remained firmly shut and the air outside steadfastly dark and deathly still. Strangely like the storm had come from within.
+In a disturbing echo of the dream, "Olivia?" was the first word Olivia heard as she crashed back to reality, accompanied by the sickening feeling of falling. Her fall was mercifully broken by the creaky softness of her familiar bed. A reassuringly familiar figure, though her brain hadn't woken enough to place their face yet, stood in the doorway with a decidedly quizzical expression. Wait...fall? As she came back to her senses she noticed a pervading damp that quickly spread fingers of cold into her bones. It was as if her bedroom had been torn through by a storm, though the window beside her remained firmly shut and the air outside steadfastly dark and deathly still. Strangely like the storm had come from within.

content/post/2020/12/twinswords.md

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 date = "2020-12-16 23:05:00 +0100"
 publishdate = "2016-09-20"
 title = "Twin Swords of Hate and Hope"
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+aliases = ["/blog/2020-12-16-twinswords/"]
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 Blood-red runes smoulder with hellfire heat, eldritch and arcane symbols twisting and writhing like caged beasts. Molten light pours from the blade, a cacophony of flaming colours pulsating to a deep, unseen beat. The air around it shimmers, trying to run from the smoking heat. Living fire, possessed with evil intent, drips from the tip of the wide spined sword, a deep groove running down its spine. The Evil Eye sits crouched on the hilt, slitted pupil moving erratically, madly. 
 

content/post/2020/12/worth.md

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 date = "2020-12-16 00:00:00 +0100"
 layout = "post"
 title = "Worth Reading"
+aliases = ["/blog/2020-12-16-worth/"]
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 EDIT: A previous version of this was unkind, perhaps too much so. 
 

content/post/2021/01/stolenpast/index.md

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-aliases = ["/ig"]
+aliases = ["/ig", "/blog/2021-01-01-stolenpast/"]
 categories = ["philosophy"]
 date = "2021-01-01T18:00:00.000Z"
 description = "Aphantasia is no gift. Not for me."
 layout = "post"
 title = "Rage, Rage Against the Dying of the Light"
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 Quite a while<sup>1</sup> ago I wrote about my experience of aphantasia. At the time I said<sup>2</sup>:
 
 > It’s forced me to live in the present. But, like Zeman, I don’t feel that that’s entirely a bad thing, something to suffer from. A difference, not a handicap.

content/post/2021/01/thebones/index.md

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-categories = ["52stories", "fiction", "short story", "horror"]
+categories = ["writing", "fiction"]
+tags = ["52stories", "short story", "horror"]
 date = "2021-01-06T00:00:00Z"
 layout = "post"
 title = "Your Bones Are Old"
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+description = "Scratch. Scratch. Scratch." 
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 ### **CW: Body Horror**
 Not all that glitters is gold. Blood too, glistens in the darkness. We all carry darkness within us, we all have folds of horror. You. You too.