Write a tiny poem on a postcard and send it to someone.
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Julian Day
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Poet, roguelike developer, pixel artist (ish), composer. Chapbooks: Late Summer Flowers (Anstruther Press), Orbits (Model Press). Editor/publisher, null pointer press. he/him
abadideaIT'S HAPPENING
GITHUB, THE FIRST ENTERPRISE CLOUD SOLUTION TO REACH ZERO NINES RELIABILITY
rob mclennanOde to a (former) office,
or: how I learned to embrace the basement,
https://robmclennan.substack.com/p/ode-to-a-former-office
or: how I learned to embrace the basement,
https://robmclennan.substack.com/p/ode-to-a-former-office
newly posted at periodicities: a journal of poetry and poetics : Scott Abbott: Alissandru (Alex) Francesco Caldiero (1949-2026)
https://periodicityjournal.blogspot.com/2026/04/scott-abbott-alissandru-alex-francesco.html
https://periodicityjournal.blogspot.com/2026/04/scott-abbott-alissandru-alex-francesco.html
Earth Cave beaten. LICH lead with ICE2, which was painful, but then cast SLO2 and FAST, so there was only the one round of damage. The black mages cast FAST on the Fighters and then spammed FIR3. Off to get the canoe. Tomorrow I'll go do the Castle of Ordeals. No Bl. Belts, so I want to get the class change as early as possible. #ff1 #jcdff1
Neia masks
Just wrote an absolute banger of a poem, holy shit. Where did it come from? Exhaustion? I've been riding a lack of sleep for a week as we deal with some stuff and this poem just emerged, immediate and visceral.
Couple days without playing. Before work today, dove down to the third floor of the earth cave, defeated the vampire, grabbed the ruby, gave it to the titan, talked to Sarda, got the ROD. Ready to finish the earth cave, but I'll do that another day. So far this is a very fun combo (that can deal an absolute ton of damage), though expensive. #ff1 #jcdff1
RE: https://writing.exchange/@juliancday/116313068993013690
Longer poem this afternoon. Not a happy one. But such is the mood for so much these days.