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Trying to stave off this evening’s rabidly foul mood, here’s a from earlier — the kenku seidhcona was easier to figure out than the nature spirit so.

HERE ARE THREE FACTS YOU PROBABLY DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT DARTH MAUL!

1) Darth Maul's name is Luamh Trad spelled backwards!

2) His signature weapon isn't a maul at all! Laaame.

3) His boundless rage stems from his master, Darth Sidious, always calling on him while he's on the pot or in the shower. Sheesh.

I gain more technical skill and confidence in my artwork as I get older, but actually figuring out how to monetize it/how to overcome my ADHD to meet deadlines while profoundly stressed are skills I don't have, and also, it looks increasingly like there's no paying audience/this would never actually pay enough to cover bills and rent.

me, making a LOT of salad nicoise at way too late to be eating;

this is what you get
this is what you get
this is what you get when you mess with the
herbes de provence

Also, to go with seasonal spirit, have a very old pointless cartoon. Mad props to Charles Schultz for his timeless cultural contribution.

Halloween this evening. Figure the soundtrack is “Dem Bones,” Elmer Bernstein!

the thing stopping this knight on horseback in the middle of a forest should be;

a) a hunched ravenfolk soothsayer/seidhcona
b) a towering part-plant nature spirit

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EVERY SKEKSIS IN THRA let's see there's skekSlut the Lubricated, skekMech with his 36' tall Atlas, and skekSka the Horn Player

today, the aforementioned “you’d think a big mound of skulls would be a sheer joy to draw, actually no.”

Today’s . So a dwarf fighter, a human barbarian and a changeling rogue go into a bar and

Trying to cut short a potential panic attack. Trying to be at least a little kinder to myself than my worst inclination.

the discovery that youtu.be/Bmfi7zRa_vU actually synchs up pretty nicely with Lipps Inc's "Funkytown."

realization weirdly from waxing nostalgic about cool boxer shorts I used to be able to get at Target; 

I often feel that as I've gained perspective, sanity, and self-directed compassion, the world's been steadily getting harder to live in, so I usually don't feel like I'm able to catch a break. Even though I can idealize the late 90s as a time with relative prosperity, I was still REALLY mired in my bullshit and REALLY miserable as a result.

If there's a point where me gaining emotional health and the world not turning to shit intersected, it would have been around 2011-2015. The Bush years were finally past and we weren't descending into this current horror. I'd made some big steps forward emotional health wise, and felt hopeful about art, and housing was finally okay, I was living in a rent controlled place in the nicest part of NorCal before NorCal really started sliding downhill. Even though there were definitely triggers, shit jobs and other emotional disasters, I had enough buffering me that I can look back on that time period as the last time I was really doing well.

It took me this long to realize why I was looking back on that so fondly.

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