0056 - Ray and Cornelius Disagree About The Pentagon (Patreon)

I have spent the past week entertaining my parents, who are visiting from out of town. We are the sort of family who hold seven concurrent conversations despite there being only three people in the room. It is a special kind of multiplexing which can drive others mad. I can handle it, because I grew up in it, but it has the unfortunate downside of making it impossible, at night, to consider anything other than falling into bed and aiming benumbed pupils at the tips of my toes. Hence, the Author's Tier and In-Universe Tier haven't seen the usual activity this week, and for that I both apologize and happily announce the following:   

As soon as I am free again on Sunday, and I finish the 298-mile personal-time run/shriek I am planning, I will greedily resume doling out the fevered ideas I've been adding to the Master Document while hiding in various restaurant men's rooms all week. The beginning of the coming week will see a compensatory burst of output for your enjoyment.