Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

the evolution of D&D is like other evolution, where derived forms aren't completely derived; there are weird holdovers, bits that don't seem functional, and holdovers of multiple "aha!" moments.

HD/HP. Armor class. Alignment. "Race"/ancestry as determinants. etc.

Some of it is what a Catholic would call the power of tradition. Which leads me to ANECDOTE TIME...

How to tell an image is AI generated?

Well, typically the person who fed prompts into the machine will go on about how completely amazing it is that they flipped the switch on the Art-o-Matic and big tiddy pharyngeal jaws ladies came out.

apparently when it comes time to fight Republicans using Republican tactics they don't have the wherewithal to force allowing a senator off a committee or stacking SCOTUS but they have plenty of energy for dictating our only choice for highest office. I'm really tired of this "what are you gonna do about it, get yourself killed off by police and right wing militia while protesting non-violently?" attitude.

it's "I will not flip my shit at my allies" time again

Here comes that awful feeling again!
Welcome the ugly animal!
I hold my breath to watch you swing
my high rope acrobat ball and chain
I'm not afraid, I messed it,
messed it, messed it, messed it up!

#drawings today, trying to figure stuff out. A couple of knights, and a fighter with a druid encounter a manticore!

Seeing something that happened in grade school in a new light (as expected emotional labor) made me really pissed off about it.

"and incidentally milord is how we know the earth to be banana-shaped!"
"This new learning astounds me, Bedivere, explain to me again how sheep's bladders can be used to prevent earthquakes?"

also, you can sing "Oboud Many-Arrows" to "Davy Crockett"

BORN ON A MOUNTAIN ON THE SPINE OF THE WORLD
CHALLENGED ALL FAERUN WITH THE SPEAR HE HURLED
RAISED IN THE WOODS SO HE KNEW EVERY TREE
KILT AN OWLBEAR WHEN HE WAS ONLY THREE

every time you see particularly ornate Elizabethian armour, you can imagine its wearer doing appropriately Elizabethian things, like getting handsy in his box at The Globe, or peeing out the window.

clearly beating myself up for being a crappy artist, while insomniac, stressed and without brainstorming specific aspects of what I don't like, will lead to the technical improvement I desire

yep it's the Immigrant Song Hour, an entire hour of nothing but Immigrant Song, which should definitely improve your commute

on we sweep with threshing oar
our only goal will be the western shore
tonight you better stop
and uhhhh something
A SWORD AGE AN AXE AGE INIQUITIES MULTIPLY
A WOLF AGE A WIND AGE TILL THE WORLD LIES RUINED
woo hoo woo hoo woo hoo

I know I’m supposed to hate letting cats outside, but getting to pet this cat who i met on a trail was nice and, a cyclist I talked to told me he was a local, isn’t lost and is okay out here. Fingers crossed I didn’t mess up somehow.

I got some news. Theoretically good news but I feel terrible anyway. Gonna walk somewhere.

when strong in the Force you grow, lying self-righteous asswipe act like you can, too hmmm

okay, did everyone else find the Rancor Keeper sympathetic when he was intended as a fat joke?

(yes, I'm trying to get through job hunting today with soundtracks)

oh no, it's Captain Solo, and he's still mired in egregious bullshit! *jazz hands*

It would really be nice to have a Monday (or Tuesday, work week beginning) which didn't feel like immediately after my grandmother's funeral.

Okay. The interview I thought was at 11:30 was actually at 9. I discovered this via email with a link to join sent at 8:50.

* at the court of Henry VIII. Lord Warwicksexsset has just arrived with that "spectacled" helmet *

"Tis a present from his majesty the Emperor Maximillian I, my lord."
"Mayhap it be another codpiece?"

* unwraps *

"Um. 'Tis a most unique thing, methinks."
"He writes; "HEINIE! MEIN ALTER FREUND! Ich habs dieser Helm gefundet und I thought of YOU. Put it on! Doubtless the Scots shall quake in fear at your visage!"
"Good milord put this i' my Helmet Room and speak naught of this e'er again."