Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

Okay it’s #TMITuesday, so if you have questions ask, or I can keep telling stories- again probably about how fencing saved me, how I got interested in and nearly lost interest in comics, maybe how I started playing D&D.

“goes to cons that aren’t just a drive away,” first- and those would be huge!- but if I ever got a suit ensuring it was in good condition would be vital, I’d be using it to clown around and present female primarily, and I know I’d worry about Getting It Wrong if I somehow got the fantasy.

I think this one gets filed in the not happening category, like transforming into a dolphin or screwing mid 90s vintage Tim Roth.
#tmituesday

For a while I’d fantasized about slutting out at a party or con in fursuit head and gloves. (I have a mixed relationship with fursuit sex vids; the animal play and anonymous aspects are way hot, the pretty people with suits at cons having amazing sex aspects get me feeling old, poor, boring. I now avoid ‘em cause I can feel that bad after watching.)

I now feel it’s not a practicable fantasy. Not only do I need to work on the “has fursuit” and

very good orgasm, makes me feel actually really relieved. I feel like sharing overmuch, but I also feel like sleeping so... yeah. Dream of wonders.

Dwarf steam war machines! #drawings

Please note; I don’t have the energy or parkour experience to make a convincing fennec.

The potential appeal of getting a fox fursuit eventually would be getting to thrash around on my back on the floor making weird aggravating noises. #meh #mehhhhhh

Hey kids, who has an aging VW, thinks about D&D a lot and just had to pick up a new piece of financing procedure 20 minutes from normal shift end?

(Revised) What should I draw later, myconids, steam driven dwarf war machines, D&D player characters, raging barbarians, or furries?

Then weeks of sleep deprivation caught up with me.

Picture; werewolves in a new land, desperately trying to be socially adept for a change. Their every action is scrutinized by an old woman resplendent in several kimonos, the hint of nine tails twitching behind her as she sips o-cha, when suddenly her head drops and she says something like;

ITS SOME SORTA MAYFAIR KINDA DICE GAME.

before she abruptly wakes up and asks “what did I just say?”

The game commenced after 9 pm! Within an hour or two our heroes had failed to save an eastern Shadow Lord from motorcycling fomori, had opened a Moon Bridge to Kyoto to return the carefully wrapped bundle the Shadow Lord was guarding to the kitsune. There was a powerful magic sword the PCs could use... and potential alliance with the fox-folk. And all the burly western PCs had to do was... politely have tea with a centuries-old fox matron.

So I did a lot of laundry and didn’t sleep much. I’ll spare you the story about Ed’s D&D Stats until you ask.

We got to the only GenCon I’ve ever attended! An amazing convention which also didn’t include much sleep.

So that’s the atmosphere in which i bought a brand new Werewolf splatbook and was so excited to use it I threw together a one-shot game to run in my hotel room. I was GMing while sitting on the bed.

Remember how I said Biological Station classes were intense? The last few weeks passed in a blur of cramming, finishing reports and collections, exams and what undergraduates do while isolated in rural north Michigan- so, “drinking heavily.”

This means I was already running on several weeks of nearly no sleep when I got back to Ann Arbor, asked “when do we leave for GenCon?” and got the answer “tomorrow.”

More background; the house where I lived at the time back in A^2 was owned by an alumnus who worked as a distributor for games. He figured he’d have his kid serve as landlord, thus screening residents, giving his kid a place to stay while at UM, and him too when he came to town for basketball games. In fact he got us housemates GenCon memberships and hotel space if we worked booths.

This is about to become significant.

Some background; back in the early 1900s, a logging company completely took out all the trees in a chunk of north Michigan far from Ann Arbor, then donated the land to the University. The University used it to create a biological station, which ran really intense classes during the summer (there literally was only one winterized building at the Station before the 1980s). A lot of good stories come from my coursework at UMBS, aka “bug camp.”

Damnit Ian Anderson is making me want to smoke a huge bowl, play D&D, or retape my boffers and I don’t even own boffer swords (even when I WAS in the SCA I was an archer and calligrapher).

But wait! I only got interested in Jethro Tull because of Iain McCaig. So now I wanna go draw stuff ALSO/INSTEAD!

I feel like telling a story. What would people like to hear most?

* how I got interested in comics and nearly lost interest?

* how fencing basically saved my personality?

* how one time I fell asleep while RUNNING a role playing game?

I’m now finding that the you-get-what-you-kinda-want-at-someone-else’s-convenience/you-can’t-get-what-you-want/WHY AREN’T YOU DELIRIOUSLY HAPPY? in my childhood plugs into beliefs I’m just now getting past, and really messes with how I treat desires; there’s even more to think through than I thought.

It's weird how I can get anxiety like this for no good reason. I know I'm likable and liked; I feel like I'm getting better at my job; I had a pretty good Sunday; the last beverage I had after 5 PM was herbal tea; just apparently my brain's decided I need to be hypervigilent now.