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My beloved airship, the SS Spanky, has been sent off to have her decks cleaned and balloons repaired. The old girl had been leaking a bit, and was sagging in places a girl does not care to droop. *cough* She will return as soon as she's been set to rights! I know some of you have grown accustomed to seeing her up above Her Dark Materials, as have I. Since a few folk had asked about her disappearance, I thought I'd let you know! Hmm. I had a second thing to mention, but now it's gone right out o… Continue

Continued from The Life And Times Of Ceejay Writer - Part One After a few weeks of employment as the cook's assistant (and gaining a few needful pounds from spending my days around more food than I was used to), I was summoned to the personal wagon of Mister Feliz Fritado, the owner of the circus, and our ringmaster. He fed me chocolates and walked circles around me, nodding and stroking his mustach… Continue

Well, then, I've had a few people inquire and show their curiosity, and rather than laugh outright and change the subject, I suppose I should tell my new friends and neighbors here in New Babbage about my notorious past. Ohhh, doesn't that sound as if there should be some dastardly music lurking behind those words? I wish I could provide that, but sadly, my musical talents are about as scarce as wholesome meat pies are down in Loner Lane. If you'd like to fill in the music in your mind as we go,… Continue

My hopes are to spend a pleasant Friday evening in my beloved New Babbage tonight... but I am fretting due to a severe thunderstorm watch that is imposing upon my hidden keyboard-operator-person back in the land of RealWorld. Please cross your fingers that her Tesla-juice holds out! It is Friday the 13th, after all! I do hope to see many of my wonderful neighbors tonight, weather permitting! (I am on East Coast US time, by the way. I tend to be on way into the wee hours on Friday nights, if I… Continue

Ceejay Writer: I'm standing on the roof of my factory! Next to a mysterious raven! Holding a flintlock! I dare any murderers to come to the Palisades! Augustus Dayafter: Miss Writer... what in the name of Axiom are you doing up there? Ceejay Writer: Protecting the Palisades! *hack* Augustus Dayafter: and furthering what could be your death of a cough Ceejay Writer: And this innocent out of towner, too. *nods to my right* Augustus Dayafter: Ah, hello there Bookworm Hienrichs: Hullo. I have… Continue