Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

I definitely don’t want to attract mockery, but not much more traffic, by paying $8 to an antisemitic transphobe who makes more in a year than all of Australia.

Growing older, I had to accept making art for a living was probably not going to happen, but my consolation was; the most important thing was actually not money or safety from crap jobs but *entertaining* other people and myself. Unfortunately, a lot of how I reached people was Twitter, so now my ability to entertain is severely limited and I’m not quite sure how I feel about that.

#drawings today; dwarf or duergar expedition to Sekamina (in Pathfinder) runs afoul of a small tyrannosaur, and a batch of sorcerers.

I really really want to go to a convention, stay at a con hotel, go to parties, actually buy stuff. Right now it feels like that's never going to happen.

The Jewish version; a guy goes to a schul in his new home town. It's beautiful, it's great, he feels really connected to the community and... everyone bows on the third step to the bima, consistently, no matter why they're going up there. After services, he's talking to the rabbi and brings this up, and the rabbi's answer is, "Oh! We used to meet in a big basement. There was a really low lying pipe right above the third step to the bima."

A few years later in a wing tsun class; there are some gong fu students, going through this taolu, where you do a number of kicks, blocks, and after about 15', you turn 180 degrees and repeat going the opposite direction. Eventually one of the students asks why the turn after 15'? And the sifu's answer is "Oh. I came up with this when I lived in a real small apartment."

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