Direlda has returned to his den in an attempt to rescue his ramblings from the clutches of Jabber the Procrastinator.
Little does Direlda know that the MUNDANE EMPIRE has secretly begun construction on a new ironclad routine even more powerful than the first dreaded Class Schedule.
When completed, this ultimate program will spell certain doom for the small band of storytellers struggling to restore insanity to the Library…
What that tells you is true, from a certain point of view. 
For today does mark the return of this kitsune to his den. 
It has been a long while, but I have grown in my time wandering. I am armed now with a cork board, index cards, pushpins, and pens and markers of various colours. So I should be able to work out a system and hold myself to it.
Today also marks the completion of another orientation session for the Master in Library and Information Science program that I have started. The Chair of the department said, “You’re all going to be librarians, but you’re not all going to work in a library” and that part of my job is to “make humanity more human.” I think I’m going to like it here.
This program may also give me the tools needed to finally get my den looking the way I want it to. Or at least give enough of a kick to the tail to send my scampering to the resources to teach myself how. The Chair made a spontaneous example for how career paths change of a person who wanted to do storytelling ending up in web design. And that has got me thinking on how to integrate the two. Because I do want the appearance of my den to convey a story as much as my ramblings do. Stories are everywhere.
Speaking of stories, I have a short story being published in the Rainfurrest 2014 convention anthology! Whooo! One of my artist friends, NovaWuff, did an illustration to go along with it that should also be in the anthology.
My story is called Neural Enrichment. Here is a blurb-in-progress:
After saving for months on his hagwon English teacher’s salary, John finally had enough to afford a cybernetic implant. He had hoped that his new Rycorp implant would allow him to fully enjoy all that the Korean Technocracy had to offer. Instead it turned him into an anthropomorphic fox and now bombards his mind with adverts. John is desperate to shut the world out of his head and is willing to seize any opportunity to do so even if it risks what humanity he has left.
I don’t know the cost of the anthology, but I do know that all proceeds will be going towards a charity of sorts (I think it’s the Clouded Leopard Project, but it could be the Cougar Mountain Zoo). I also don’t know the content of the other stories aside from all being cyberpunk, but I do know that the anthology I’m in has a content rating of G to PG-13. Come the evening of September 25 I will be able to give you more information.
That is all the exciting news I have for you today! But I will be around more now. 
Count the shadows.
I wanted to take our video camera with me, but it needed to be charged. I also wanted to empty out one of my memory cards and charge a spare battery for my DSLR, just in case I took a lot of pictures. I brushed my tail. And I had dishes to wash from breakfast. So it was that I didn’t get out the door until around 9:30 am.
Though I did regret forgetting my Irish whistle. By the time I got on the subway heading north, it was 10 am.
You waited in the blob until another person behind the counter called your name. You then fought your way to him with your payment for the visa and received your passport with its newly issued visa from the Kingdom of Cambodia. I’m starting to think that questgivers must have their own branch of bureaucracy, for they often ask you to take a letter, eye drops, key, tome, etc from them to point q and then do a bit of waiting before you can come back and receive whatever it is you were trying to get from them.