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"What is your fascination with my forbidden closet of mystery?"

278 day personal rejection from Aeon. Really long time, but it seems likely my original "no" disappeared into the ether. Stupid ether.

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Still no name for the bow. Need to shoot off a few more rounds before I decide. Hmm...

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On the way home from work today, stopped off and bought a large gun cabinet, suitable for holding a couple armfulls of shotguns. In our case, it's holding three swords, a fancy wavy-bladed dagger, and my bow & arrows. Whole thing is nice and secure in the closet, where our son is unlikely to get hold of them.

And yes, I'm aware the lad is currently still a fetus, and as such is quite unlikely to poke himself with a sword or arrow in the immediate future. Just seemed like one less thing to have to think about later on.

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I keep watching this video of octopus camouflage in action, and I still can't get over it. We're doomed! There's no way we'll be able to find R'lyeh until it's too late!