Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

Homemade bread so healthy and whole grain you could seriously dent someone’s skull with it™️!

I’m a Barbie girl
In a Barbie world
Spins a web any size
Catches thieves just like flies

#drawing on a kinda off day. Very non-Greek minotaur faces off against Greek adventurers, which I realize is kind of a trope. I was feeling especially stuck on doing recognizably Greek armor on the warrior until I realized I could draw the Dendra panoply and then I was STOKED. Cw eye contact, drawn human remains.

Most agree that the series really went off the rails in My Big Fat Greek Wedding 6, in which after murdering her treacherous mother on the advice of her father’s shade (see MBFGW 5), Toula (great granddaughter of the original character) is pursued from New York to “far flung Ypsilanti” by the vengeful Erinyes, who are pacified by being renamed “the kindly ones.”

analogies;

* being neuroatypical is like being a fish in a desert

* being a "gifted child" is like being handed a tightly sealed canteen with no information on what a canteen is or how to open it, by people who don't understand why a fish in a desert might be an issue, because after all they gave you plenty of water.

the theory that Spongebob Squarepants is a modern retelling of the Iliad sounds reasonable when you consider Patrick Star as Patroklos and Mr. Krabs and Pearl as Agamemnon and Iphigenia, but it quickly falls apart when comparing Plankton to Hector and Squidward to Telamonian Aias.

okay, I refueled the car, cleared email and applied for jobs, made soup for now and marinated spinach for later, cleaned out some fridge fossils to run the dishwasher later, applied for last week's UI (made too much to receive any but am required to submit), laundry's going. I'm now out of spoons.

maybe this is true for most folks, it's definitely true for me;

I am simultaneously a relatively competent, smart, likable person and ALSO a complete weepy useless inept wreck

and the big things separating those aspects are how much sleep I've had, how much food I've had, and activities (like say, job hunting for the last 3+ hours; it's not emotionally compelling, it IS essentially coerced and involves having to justify my existence)

oh shit, I'm pissed off about THAT, again! Since you're reading this, you aren't in my head 24/7, so I probably don't sound like a broken record to you, but I sure do to *me*.

... to be fair, Mola Ram manages to be a really fun villain despite being two dimensional. In part because of how fun a villain actor Amrish Puri was, in part because for someone with an army of goons, you get to see him *think* his way out of problems (flooding the mines, walking his hostages onto the rope bridge, how he fights on the fallen rope bridge are all fairly smart).

Also, we run into him in partway into collecting the stones; between enslaving children because literally they're smaller and therefore better miners (capitalism!) and condemning an entire small village to slow starvation, you already know he got the first two stones doing *something* completely heartless. The slow build of accumulating stones is different from most villains' need to get hold of the single McGuffin and NOW, and suggests he might have other things he's doing to advance his agenda.

WA politics, action to protest a massive timber sale

I just wrote a @theactionnet letter: Wishbone . Write one here: https://actionnetwork.org/letters/wishbone?source=twitter&

okay, I fess up that I still like Temple of Doom despite uh *gestures, winces* because of where it's a D&D movie

TELL me your players wouldn't adore getting to be in the mine chase sequence. Fairly certain they'd be less into the Gygax spiked-ceiling trap. The bridge sequence vaguely qualifies because it's definitely player character thinking.

I'm listening to the Temple of Doom soundtrack. Which is WAY better than the movie. Also this leads me to the thought that it's actually NOT the worst of the Indiana Jones movies.

When a movie with horrific racism in which Indy isn't so much an archaeologist as generic adventurer, is still exciting and even fun by comparison to Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, this bangs home how abysmal the latter was.

oh shit we've been spotted try to blend in with the Ark of the Covenant! *sticks hands on either side of head, fingers outstretched, and recites "I am a menorah"*

@kurgarru https://youtu.be/M7OuZGRHQU4 towards the end talks about "jarmakee" which is a new term for me (Turkish?) but which I'd previously known only as a way to fire downwards at infantry close to your horse. (Vaguely remember you as being interested in composite bow use.)

* I'd need to create something interesting both to sell and advertise regularly - something small enough that I'd be able to get it to a completed stage regularly

* it would help if most of what I did had consistent characters and narrative to really grab peoples' interests - the magic component is coming up with something actually appealing

* it would help to have a consistent style where some of it's relatively easy - the big thing I'm thinking of here is cell shading, since that gets a quick read for color and lighting - which allows for not having much time to spend on the regular thing, or sink effort into doing new stuff with the regular thing

I'm now seeing why webcomics got to be such a big deal (they combine all those aspects) and it's all very much opposite to my (ADHD?) habit of poking a little at whatever seems interesting at the time.

"Randolph Carter of Mars," the pulp fantasy I didn't realize I wanted all this time

The only European/Russian relatives my family kept track of were some of my grandmother's family in France. They were from Nancy - and apparently some of them still are - before moving the family bakery to Paris. I'm led to understand they were fairly patriotic and consequently the Germans got the guys who were in the Army in 1940, but everyone else made it over the mountains to Spain. When the war was over they went right back to Paris.

A while back I was reading a wargaming magazine which gets me to suspect rising religious conservatism is what convinced my relatives to move to Paris before WWI. One of the big French heroes who died at Verdun had rejoined the Army after briefly leaving for a successful writing career (sort of a fin-de-siecle version of Tom Clancy, French bravery and technical superiority defeat the horrible Germans and vicious English)... and a successful right wing political career, all French values are ultra Catholic etc.

In Nancy. I suspect that local politics got to the point where people not *that* far removed from the Pale of Settlement decided this was a great time to move to the big liberal city.

I've heard the dubiously true story that as petty revenge on German troops, French people would occasionally serve them artichokes with no instruction on how you eat one. (Obviously I went the artichoke route rather than polenta or baked potatoes, but I am still having my horrible low class mixed drink.)

mnn, artichoke. For when you want a vegetable that's finger food, but eating corn on the cob is too dainty.