I dislike that I need to reorganize everything to reinitialize a sense of glorious pursuit; but damn if it doesn't work. 18 days remain, and... goddamn it I have therapy on Tuesday. I might see if I can reschedule that. Its not super helped, and I am frankly real goddamn busy. Maybe phone it in.

Not that I have much of a dog in the race, but seeing the talking heads describing Zul'jan as being right-wing, rather than as someone with compounded legitimate grievances against a rival power which has directly harmed his family/sundered his people; I dunno. Seems bad. Given the tribal coding.

Hell fucking yeah

I almost said something that sounded like theory. Won't be making that mistake. I do think more people should play games to feel bad though. I think that's the whole of it. Not in anti-fun way, but in a seeking catharsis way.

This was an enjoyable listen! Congrats on getting the interview, Munkao. I'm glad it went well.

I feel like the eventual end of the DC Absolute line has to be about Absolute Orion being compelled to destroy all that is Darkseid from reality, sundering the Source Wall, and probably getting desiccated by the Astro Force leaving his being only for Darkseid to be reborn in his own son's husk.

Not to be facetious, but have the "worldbuilder" types not been designing their tools to allow for the random settlement placement to make sense? By this I mean: generating the settlement in such a way that the biome bends to it, versus bending the settlement to fit the biome? I'm not shocked.

Session 5 complete, the party is starting to realize they've been drawn into some quantum temporal nonsense. Lanna makes 90k, Rosemary loses her mind talking to an executive about artillery designs, Owen realize he's right about his conspiracies, and Charon discovers a version of him worth billions.

I kindly implore all the AI Firms that keep trying to recruit me to stop trying to recruit me. You've become deeply removed from personhood in my eyes and I have become far too comfortable with saying heinous things to you in response. At a certain point one of us needs to stop. It will not be me.

Hey @amac.bsky.social , which gundam does this mean I get? The rhombus?

mistakes were made but this is how we learn and grow

Me laying half-drunk in a heap with chicken tendies, margaritas, weed and an ice cream sandwich: hell yeah brudda Hell yeah

Saved some posts/threads while away from my computer this weekend. I have things to say, kind things mainly, but damn if some feel like it'll be thread necromancy. God help me though, it'll be nice to get home. I've got productivity zoomies. I also want an ice cream sandwich. Real goddamn bad.

Ah, we're in the real dreg hours now. Eugh.

The document for this was entitled "We were never truly friends" and I remember when I used to speak about it people had concerns that it was about them. And the early wickedness of it was of 2018. They had not yet revealed themselves unkind to me. And I was unmedicated. I wrote with such a fire.

I've been given little else to talk about this weekend, but its good to feel seen.

While the person next to our booth is someone who doesn't know how to lower the volume of their voice beyond the decibel level of a fucking orbital bombardment, the cringe crown thus far goes to the dude with AI slopgen Kira Neryss x Hal Jordan Green Lantern fan fiction. He was showing it off.

Mostly agree with the terms stated. Fun to see a "manifesto" that doesn't self-aggrandize and obeys a sense of earned expertise without seizing dominion. Refreshing.

Day 2 of Henching.

Actual discourse I'd care to indulge in deeply, and me without my laptop. Such that it is, these whims of fate. Anyway, as someone who has had a gun pointed at me in the past (among other unkind cuts) a meditation on the dehumanizing nature of violence is where the novelty is found. Be not soft.

The issue with combat is none of you people respect the weight of murder and the barbarism of killing away your mutual humanity. Oh sure, you may know the logistics of a good sword fight; but you're not awash in the red. You do not fear it. Combat as war vs combat as play; it is murder intended.

Mayasura and his beloved Janvika, a mid-life crisis marriage that will shake the wheel of samsara from its sundered spoke. The Lord of Illusion is happy though for the first moment in aeons. Alas that a love story can end only in tragedy, and alas that in his sorrows illusion becomes delusion.

Heres a piece-im-progress of the two antagonists from our upcoming mudcrawl module! Written by @brianyaksha.bsky.social, inked by yours truly!

Henching a convention. Next week, skull to the grindstone til I'm a dullahan.

Dwarves as a clade that prefers very thin, minimal oxygen. High in the mountains, deep in the earth, always smoking pipes, breathing deep at the forge. Thin air helps 'em taste impurities. Heavy air makes for a sluggards armaments. The impurities settle low. Miasma theory but for rust and pig iron.

I haven't had to think about the Warring States period since November, but I really enjoy that period. Also, they fuckin' /got/ my ass here. Fun little quiz. The appropriate amount of depth. Buzzfeed could never. www.theodramatist.com/warring-states

...God I really don't want to go to therapy today, I got shit to do.

Tomorrow, therapy and a fun game of "when will this doctor schedule one of the most humiliating things I need to have done." Maybe also a pharmacy run too, if things could work out well for once.

we don't usually see each other's headers. here's mine.

And... subway delays.

If someone would care to explain to me why my tax documents which have my address and all my pertinent information don't count as proof of address but a bank statement does, I'd love to know. I wouldn't actually. 45 bucks honestly seems cheaper than wasting my time. Again. A-fucking-gaim.

Today is a DMV day, and also getting a medical thing sorted. This week is intended to be an art week. Been grinding my eyes into paste writing the past few weeks straight; so I'd like to get back to some deeply overdue bits of work there. I leave for San Diego in 30 days.

Its absolutely a circumstance to design which I think has changed how we design things broadly - sort of pivoting away from an often obtuse lingua franca into a different mode which also isn't one-size-fits-all. It gets funky though, there's a weird inversion that comes into play which I can like.

So coffee by itself, doin' absolutely nothing. I'm either in need of being an espresso weirdo, or better pacing out an energy drink to consume. Hm.

Bajoran Silent Hill wasn't something I was thinking about, but hey - could be interesting.

I think it needs to be said( especially given how often I bemoan people selling half-measured solutions); there are folks out there engaging in willful pedagogy with the hopes of enriching the field. Education freely given, without the hubris of a pedestal. Its nice to see. Does me well to see.

In further strange experimentation, I think espresso actually works for me without issues? Like, it brings the energy to the front of my brain and I can feel it buzzing above my sinuses? I just prefer to sip a thing over a period, but this does seem to give me what I need without the crash?

Once more, a show of my gratitude. I am truly appreciative. These sorts of projects, especially those getting into the reeds of a specific cultural viewpoint; are seldom the easiest things to sell. Thus a furtherance of my thanks. Plus it keeps me fed and housed. Now, on to a day of meetings.

And that's the campaign---and the clock just reset back to 10 minutes. Time is an illusion, but my exhausted self is less so. I'm thrilled for where we're at. If y'all still want to hope on, by all means. But I'm going to bed. I got meetings in the morning. Thanks y'all. youtu.be/B93C241bNzc?...

10 minutes. Been a wild ride folks. I'm deeply thankful. Gonna be a helluva thing to hand over to y'all. I think I'm really on to somethings with this one, plus I get to die on my hill about rakshasa. www.backerkit.com/c/projects/m...

Well folks, we're now in the final hour. 50ish minutes remain. All of your contributions, backing, faith, commentary, and camaraderie have been well appreciated. It is nice to work on something and feel a sense of purpose within the field. I'll be sappy later. www.backerkit.com/c/projects/m...

Three hours remain. Now I know what you're thinking - Brian, are you going to stop advertising this soon? Yes. In three hours. We're nearly there, comrades. Three hours remain and then I'm back to it on many other obligations, and the world shall continue to spin. www.backerkit.com/c/projects/m...

I got to write on the Unseen World book. It was a very fun book to write on, as I love the subject matter. I'm certain I cannot talk specifically about what it is I worked on yet. I'm equally certain anyone familiar with my work on Pathfinder products can take a shot in the dark and shoot me dead.

The process of upgrading to a RealID makes me view the concept of government oversight as something in need of getting sand in its eyes. God forbid I spend 10 bucks to upgrade the card I already have which is not expired, I must prove again my personhood. What a fool ass country we live in.

A little abrasive texture can help things hold strong. Even if it has some barriers to cross. Better than iPod smooth which people get angry when you crack it open; but also better than a Homer Simpson some-assembly-required grill of a system. But also, its all just probability spreads.

We are down to the final 13 hours. I've much writing and marketing to do, but also need to hit up the DMV. As always I'll gladly speak to any questions about the content of the project, but if you're desiring some cracked interpretations on broader Vedic syncretism + city-crawling, this is for you.

.... Okay so I have a wedding to go to next month and I had a suit hanging in a case in my closet. It is not a suit. It is my grandfather's clerical vestments that haven't been worn since the 60s. ...cool. Where is my suit?

24 Hours Remain. If you've been waiting until the final hours, we have arrived at them. If you want to see what my cracked brain has been cooking, take a look; I've been talking lots. And if you're a marketing person who I have been merciful to in the past, now if your time to renew that clemency.

Doc visit done. Still a mutant, but otherwise seem to be fine. Extremely low bad cholesterol but nominal good cholesterol, which is bad for the data norms but apparently good for me. Hormones remain a mysterious thing that'll get me caged by the tyrants in charge. Now to eat something, goddamnit.