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Meet R.Robot, a self-writing conservative firebrand weblog.

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At the Diesel Cafe, A Diesel Cafe-like young woman is practicing billiards by herself. A tiny toddler, who was earlier sitting with her family making loud toddly sounds, has wandered over to to the pool table and now watches silently, in literally slackjawed astonishment, like this is the most fascinating thing she has ever seen. OMG so cute, if you will.

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Speaking of, I discovered Ladytron the other day through the iTunes store. I'm pretty sure it's a band that the Diesel has on moderate rotation, as it seems familiar. Wow, I really like it a lot, almost. The vocals aren't quite my favorite, but the rest of it is really heavy, chunky electronica, of the sort that makes me want to play Sega Genesis games that involve punching people in the face. Pssh pssh, pssh, pssh, PSSH. ← sound of my COMBO ATTACK. I make em fall down and blink, and they make this sound: Oogah! Oogah!

Anyway, this album is published by Emperor Norton Records, and one of the tracks is called "Startup Chime". I want to buy this album nine times on these merits alone.

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If I seem full of beans today, it's cuz, due to recent inspirational influx, I've spent the morning revisiting my old interactive fiction ideas, and think I may be on to something, at last, five years after Calliope. The key was having a more or less sudden vision of one particular character, who will probably be the story's most important NPC, and I love her and want to marry her. While waiting for the bus today I was giggling to myself, just thinking about her. Little hearts were floating out of my breast pocket and wafting over the tiny snail statues. Squirrels picked them up and hid them in trees! My goodness. And so the whole world of the story started coalescing around of the idea of this woman, with many little cold & hungry idea-fragments I've had for a while drawing themselves in, attracted to the warmth. I don't think she'll be the center of the story, and maybe not even the catalyst for the plot, but definitely so for its creation, as it all grows out of her, a just-add-water dehydrated muse.

If you like me, you'll probably like her too, just as you'll like the other people in this world, and the world itself. I say this with increasing confidence as the story continues to knit itself together, even as I write this (for I am also writing furiously into my Wiki/notebook, and have been all day). Boy, I hope I actually go somewhere with this. It'd be twelve kinds of fun for me, and at least half as many for you.