WoW RP noodling
oh and I guess there's monks? /waves hand dismissively
hmmm. *plays with character generation while getting increasingly sleepy* orrrrrr I could go to sleep. :P
WoW RP noodling
I have to admit that part of the reason I want to make a sexy male belf is to RP him as a renegade shapeshifted black dragon BECAUSE FUCK YOU I'M A DRAGON THAT'S WHY. and see how much RP I can get thrown at him. XD
WoW RP noodling
I am so very damn tempted to roll a "sexy handsome" male belf and RP-parade him through Silvermoon. :P I've been thinking of rolling a mage for a while... I don't have as much fun with rogues, I've already got a paladin, hunter (both tauren), and priest (Forsaken), no interest in warrior, and I've never been able to make warlock stick. and I've got a demon hunter too, female. and a death knight, tauren. XD
ah, yeah, it's mostly BC wildfires--here's a good comprehensive article about it: http://www.seattlepi.com/local/weather/article/Hot-and-hazy-Smoke-from-B-C-fires-will-hang-11727786.php#photo-13608085
also do any Seattle people know what's with the haze? I overheard somebody say something about "the fires" but that's all I've heard about it. it's so thick that the sunlight was orange for part of my trip home, and everything looked almost foggy. it might be something that's more obvious/prevalent farther north.
payment / donation systems
following up on this a day later, i want to be clear: i'm not saying you shouldn't use these platforms because their ethics are questionable. my concern is that these platforms may discriminate against *you, specifically* because of the things you
may need to do to survive. use whatever works to your heart's content, but while your income is tied to any one them, your survival is tied to their terms 😬 we can do better for each other. we can all have a tomorrow!
I woke up trying to run across a room to the next door (because if I pay attention to it, running in dreams is always terrible and difficult) with Bendyparts Crumplebun yelling "COME ON! WE HAVE TO GET THROUGH THE DOOR!" at me and I was so annoyed at him I think that actually was what woke me up.
and then there was a semi-post-apocalyptic "biker gang" (literally a bunch of teenagers on bicycles) who were threatening us (suddenly I was a character in this scenario), and so we ran through the ingenious trap that had been set up of long rooms with several doors so we'd be difficult to follow.
THE THING THAT ANNOYED ME was that during the "rooms with doors" sequence the POC turned into Bandersnatch Humperdink and I was like "SERIOUSLY YOU ARE WHITEWASHING ROLES EVEN IN MY DREAMS?? FUCK OFF"
oh and also I had a dream where a POC (I'm not sure of their gender, but they were very attractive, dark-skinned, with long thick cornrows and a KILLER dark red coat/hat combo) had invented... something, like the scenario was vaguely post-apocalypse and the invention made things work without batteries or other power? they looked like little toy cars filled with little wheels, and you could chain them together to make a "power cord."
non-explicit animal death & badstuff
the downer was a Cooper's hawk whose condition was deteriorating and had to be put down. I glanced in while I was cleaning the bird ward and he looked angry and alert, but he seemed to have a fracture or break in his spine somewhere, and was having increasing trouble breathing. :(
also they got a baby skunk, which is rare; its prognosis is very mixed, and they do better with siblings, but we don't have any for this one.
part of the reason I'm not immediately documenting my volunteering today is that it was pretty dull, really. the only thing of note that happened was kind of a downer. oh, except maybe for the story of the great horned owl that was brought in "because it was eating a snake"???? it's also got some damaged tailfeathers and is having difficulty flying, but seems otherwise completely healthy.
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pronouns: they/them
location: Seattle
phenotype: dracosaur
alignment: chaotic well-intentioned
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aka Sprackraptor, Rasha, elynne, Yahvahzensil, & etc.
40-something ace/aro
an identity under construction in a badly-fitting human suit.
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