Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

minor Imperial characters;

* get 3-5 lines like "we've Rebel ships inbound, sir, Leftenant Sanders-Patterson's scrambling our fighters."

* Wookiepedia entry longer than my leg

* actor's credits are always something like "known for 30 years of work with [distinguished theater company], his lead role as Detective Ian Gillicott in 10 seasons of the BBC's Bridingstoke Murders, and well loved by Doctor Who fans for his appearance as Prang the Terrible."

Profoundly angry about stuff rn. Gonna grab a catnap and lunch, hope it helps.

So they shipped me a 70+ lb diaphragm pump in the cheapest plywood with really durable unbendable nails. Hilarity ensued. By hilarity I mean I want a nap and down time to draw.

Is this time to mention my hot take about alignment in D&D being that basically most of everyone should be some flavor of neutral, with the only exceptions being angels, unicorns, modrons, demons and other creatures really hard coded to some sort of moral/ethical framework?

And that if I can have something like that as a hot take, it's kinda not a very useful concept anyway? (I feel alignment is really a byproduct of D&D's wargaming origins.)

Just what I need, a right wing argument about criminals having more rights than good gun owners whatever. Dude if I made you listen to my political views the way you rightwingers feel you can always cut loose, you’d punch me.

THE NATIONAL SECURITY, CONCEPT OF COERCION!
DON’T LOOK AT ME!
DON’T TALK TO ME!
I KNOW IT’S AN ILLUSION, I CAN’T SEE THROUGH IT!

Gotta say the last discontentment I expected with a job is simply “I feel overworked.” My initial relief at not being emotionally abused on the clock has become “I would like some slow days or more 8 hour days.”

At 5, when I woke up to pee, people were yelling at each other in the courtyard. Maybe last night was terribly bad or maybe me peeing sets off karmic consequences.

couldn't I have something else like I dunno, a pack of wolves yelling at each other or something.

0330, they're still going. Fuck.

fine, I called in a noise complaint after a fucking hour. Still going btw.

please fucking shut up. I'm so fucking glad your fucking sheer joy at whatever the hell it is has to intrude into my personal space. It's fucking 0300.

The OH YEAAH TUESDAY NIIIIIGHT! party folks are having their usual Tuesday night/Wednesday morning party. Hopefully the (typical) burst of enthusiastic drunken singing means they’re wrapping it up. That they’re presumably immigrants is literally the big reason I don’t call the fucking pigs on them.

#drawing today was a page of random characters - an aasimar bard (instrument is a pouchette, a scaled down violin associated with dance instructors!), a strangely patriotic vulpine swashbuckler, half orc artificer, dwarf, a human druid.

leave the check before you're through
I've got nothing better to prove
if I die before I wake
hope I don't come back again,
INSTRUMENTAL!
#SongLyrics

«Дайте мне пожалуйста другой пинг, Василий.» #moviequotes

*response to a friend posting about fan theories elsewhere *

Since Captain Crunch clearly is from a family who bought his commission (we’ve never had say, Ensign Crunch cereal), he predates WWI. According to Sir Winston, that Royal Navy’s traditions were rum, sodomy, and the lash, so fanart of a drunken Captain, naked but for his bicorn, being fondled by ghost hands is basically canon.

So The Trailer everyone’s talking about. I would love a furry heist film but this doesn’t look like it and I’m not that stoked about the protagonists “going good.” Also I’m braced for a slew of fat/non passing jokes which are kinda not so cool with me. I’m also braced for the deluge o’ pr0n which probably started an hour ago.

This is also why I’m not really looking forward to tomorrow’s after work holiday thing, getting off shift but having to stay “on.” C’mon workday please end, I want to draw meaningless gunk and also roast this fennel I impulse bought.