The Battle on the Ice: April 5, 1242 (Peregrinus expectavi) https://youtu.be/HdC39ShxoUo via @YouTube
THRIPSHAW'S DISEASE! Discovered by ME, E Henry Thripshaw! I'll show them at the Royal College of Surgeons. I'll write a musical! I'll sell the film rights!
Today I; did some cleaning, cut my hair, took out trash and recyclables, put in for a batch of jobs, cleared an inbox, did some grocery shopping, refueled the car, re-opened my UI claim. I have a load of laundry in the dryer, a load of dishes in the dishwasher, and have a Teams interview at 5.
I am now REALLY BURNED OUT, but there was no graceful way to not do all that, you know?
coyote sing along hour
right number one;
you have the right not to be killed,
murder is a crime!
(unless it's by a policeman, or an aristocrat)
these are your rights, know your rights!
right number two;
you have the right to food money!
provided you don't mind a little
investigation
humiliation
and possibly a bit of rehabilitation!
know your rights, these are your rights!
number three;
you have the right to free speech,
as long as you're not dumb enough to actually try it!
know your rights, these are your rights!
and from there to The Klezmorim, because I identify as Ashkenazic Jewish more than I identify as Romani.
Although admittedly the only one of these songs I know by heart includes selling horses, so.
Living at a time when rampant greed and open religious fanatics, Nazis and bigots seem to be winning with no chance of losing, with planet-wide destruction looming, while a lot of my time goes to stuff I don't really like, is a really bad fit for having grown up with rampant greed and conservatives winning, planet-wide destruction looming, and a lot of my time going to stuff I utterly hated.
I'm really hoping that at some point external conditions will make it *easier* to grapple with my CPTSD.
I'm really hoping that since it's getting towards summer, the accursed light of the sun will bring an end to the Cinto-Cintuenia or whatever they're having up there. I swear if they have a blood fountain like in 1e VtM and it leaks through the floor I'm calling the landlord.
Nobody ever writes vampire fiction about this. It's always Lord Greyholme is driving his Volvo when he falls hard for someone 1/20th his age, or Philippe's dysfunctional polycule with his Sire and his Childe or whatever. Never "man it sucks living in an apartment under vampires who've decided to throw some sort of Cinto-Cintuenia."
https://www.africa.upenn.edu/Articles_Gen/Letter_Birmingham.html
is a remarkably well thought out response to anti-trans and anti-abortion "laws" for someone writing about the Civil Rights movement and sixty years in the past.
Lots of random gunk, but some drawings and cooking talk too. Obsesses about DnD and related topics. Left-leaning/profoundly frustrated politics. Black lives matter; trans rights are human rights.
Occasionally NSFW art and discussion, please do follow if you're 18+.