Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

"Obi Wan. Obi Wan. Now that's a name I haven't heard since, oh, I chopped yer ol' Dad's legs off and left him to die in a pool of lava. BUT! Sandpeople are easily scared off, but they'll soon be back and more of 'em, so I suggest we scarper." #EpIV #Soundtrack

#drawings today, finally a bit looser, fantasy characters; elf swordmage, halfling monk using shakuhachi as weapon, halfling cavalier and portraits; priest of Wee Jas with force scythe, war priest of Hextor, portraits.

Getting gailan, pea shoots, okra and stuff from Asian Family Market. It’s a madhouse, but not really more so than any other Sunday. I’m out of it enough I didn’t check when there were lion dancers in the Int’l District?

Saw some pretty trees, went to a used bookstore and didn’t go nuts with the used Dungeon magazines, am getting Wienerschnitzel for the first time since I left NorCal.

This morning I feel caught between a childhood that really wasn’t, and old age. “I will never be young when I’m mostly free from that bullshit” is a hard pill to swallow, but I also feel kinda lost.

Just... rethinking art as a place where I'm not good enough/will always be judged not good enough. So much of that is just incidental, triggery stuff left behind from childhood.

current mood; declaring BATMAN! during the choral parts of the MiB soundtrack

I really, really could use to get back into talk therapy, sometime when there's more time and money and I can afford a day or two of emotional collapse if I hit something big in therapy.

current mood; enthusiastically declaring CHRISTMASTIME! during the "Darkman" soundtrack

Goldfinger Dawn Raid on Fort Knox https://youtu.be/nnW-8YpQpgQ via @YouTube

oh YEAH it's the scene where he plays baccarat with the shark, right after the scene where he skis through the waterways of Bangkok pursued by guys in hard hats!

OWoD games;
Vampire; there's a world of potentially interesting stuff out there but mostly you'll be interacting with other licks
Werewolf; Garou are fascinating, but mostly you'll be interacting with the rest of the world
Mage; there's a lot of fiddly interesting bits to being a mage, let's actively ignore that and focus on the rest of the world
Changeling; the rest of the world is literally soul-killing, I wanna do fey stuff in fey lands

also today, I compared Vampire the Masquerade to roleplaying what the Republican party *used* to be; the Sabbat who revel in being monsters who do terrible things to weaker mortals, and the Camarilla where you can have an entire basement full of corpses hung upside-down to drain blood for you to drink, but for goodness' sake you don't SAY so openly, that's gauche.

You notice I say "used to be."

I return with TREASURE from the EAST.

Alas Shawarmaniac no longer has dolmades. Neither does the Middle Eastern grocery by me. Neither did Trader Joe’s last time I checked. Am I truly fated to no grape leaves?

Related to about nothing, I haven’t read tarot cards in ages and frankly miss it.

Okay I feel sober now thanks to the healing power of the 1e Pathfinder NPC Codex. Gigantic shawarma with fries and lots of toum, here I come!

Being buzzed was a lot more fun before I wanted to get on the road towards the bookstore and the GOOD shawarma place.

Also, “Starbucks closes at 1830 on Saturday” is actually not what I was looking forward to when I moved up here.

Then I thought; what upsets me isn’t so much my life doesn’t have x, y and z. What upsets me is that not having them leads to feeling that I will never have x, y and z, and because I don’t have these things, I can’t distract myself from the lack of hope.

I should NOT be this far gone off one beer, to be fair the last thing I ate was a chocolate chip cookie hours ago.

When I went to college I was still as religious as I'd been brought up, and consequently I started school missing games, then as night fell earlier and earlier, I could go to schul AND walk back in time to play D&D.

This meant I'd get into a lot of games late, after my friends already grabbed up solidly armored fighter or nimble thief, and I'd take the unwanted support role. I played a lot of clerics as a result of being religious, and not because I wanted to be religious in game too.

One night that I missed, this ridiculously drunk dude stumbled into the gaming group camped out in a French classroom, and rather than being upset or derisive, he was really into the idea. "I want to play the gorgon!" he announced in a broad ocker accent. REPEATEDLY.

So; my friends explained 2e rules, helped him roll a big human fighter ("The Gorgon") as the easiest character to play, and satisfied, The Gorgon fell into blissful slumber at the game table. My friends played through the rest of the game, and AFAIK didn't even stack dice on him.

The guy never showed up again. I occasionally wonder if a much older version occasionally plays fantasy RPGs, inspired by a drunken experience back in the 'States which he's sure he dreamed up.