Inktober 2026 18, Flightless

Captain’s log, Day 18

It’s gone. We won, if you can call it that.

The hull is torn open. The power is dead. The ground is coming up fast.

We paid for this in lives I’ll have to name later. Everyone aboard is still breathing. Nobody is leaving.

We are flightless.

New posts on this blog now get announced on Bluesky automatically, alongside the Mastodon toots that were already going out. If you’re reading this via a Bluesky link card, that’s the thing working.

It went live on 16 October, with the Inktober “Gangly” post being the first one through, and it’s been quietly doing its job since.

How it works

The whole thing is a GitHub Actions workflow plus a small Python script, with no third-party service in the middle.

Inktober 2026 17, Contraption

Captain’s log, Day 17

The engineer hasn’t slept. Neither have I.

We have to get rid of the thing. A sealed bulkhead won’t hold it for long.

So the engineer built something: welding mask, oxy-acetylene tanks and torch, deck plating riveted into armour, and a cargo claw for an arm. A contraption. Protection. Hopefully safe.

Somebody has to wear it.

We’re drawing straws…