une baguette magnifique de bronze uam uam uam uam

Am I wrong or does he look vaguely like Henry Rollins?

time for the Sperry Ball Turret theme song youtu.be/Z_EkWBf7hy0

“This vibrator is the ultimate power in the galaxy. I suggest we use it.” “Don’t be too proud of this technological terror you’ve constructed. 12 variable settings is nothing compared to tantric orgasms.” “Don’t try to frighten us with your sorcerer’s ways, Lord Vader.” #Soundtrack

I still feel incredibly sad and scared, despite a long walk in sunlight, apparent temporary resolution of one thing that panicked me, and coffee while reading. If this keeps up in 30 minutes I’ll head for home.

People always talk about Roman soldiers this and Roman engineering miracles that but stuff like this and their public baths makes them feel like just other people.

the dread pirates what launch their tricorns off their heads at you with a loud POP sound

wild how you can’t actually make a croque monsieur using a crockpot

Playing dress up with dollies only it’s putting li’l overalls on the furniture dollies to be appropriate

It’s wild to me you can’t do that in Sweden and it’s a-ok in Denmark, given how Nazi sympathies played out in both countries.

Just still feel close to completely overwhelmed here with trees under the sky, just a lot of sore nerves jumped on with cleats lately, just not much recovery time.

okay talked to this WFH possibility thing, which I still don't really trust to be legit, that's done for the day and the adrenaline is easing off as I'm moving into other tasks. Apparently Washington's SNAP benefits phone line has the world's loudest hold music.

Here are some mostly #WtA Garou, with a few others thrown in. #werewolves

Well the *good* news is I feel like I've finally dug down to some really basic personal baggage where ADHD issues connected with abuse issues. The corresponding bad news is I have exactly *no* idea where to go next with this. The ugly news is being pretty close to a panic attack again.

I tried making agedashi dofu for the first time.

#3157 A helpful tutorial

Just one #drawing today #bskyart

hey kids bet you can't guess which idiot wasted valuable energy talking to someone about a job which probably doesn't exist, and who is now compounding that error by checking email for anything from that "job" and putting in for more jobs instead of doing something more utilitarian, like jerkin' it.

CAIRO! City of the living, a paradise on earth! This is the kingdom of my cousin Balin, and they call it a mine! A MINE! Soon, master elf, you shall taste the hospitality of the dwarves! A roaring fire, mint tea, and roasted eggplant on a pita!

Honestly all things aside frozen peppermint hot chocolate doesn’t sound all that appealing. Starsucks has made WAY more appealing fancy drinks.

reposting last night's #drawing

also honestly the biggest problem with Dial of Destiny is that if your prologue is Indy hijacking a staff car/motorcycle to sneak and fight through a train full of Waffen SS which is also being strafed and bombed by the RAF, LITERALLY EVERYTHING is going to be at least a little anticlimactic.

tbh I was one of the kids who wanted to be Indiana Jones because he was an archaeologist, not an adventurer. Who needs to find lost treasure when you can find how people who were fundamentally us, experienced their very different societies? I wanted to be D'ARTAGNAN because he was an adventurer.

they always say dress for the job you want not the job you have so I don't understand why people don't wear leather jackets, bullwhips and fedoras all the time in fact I don't remember the last time I saw anyone wearing that combination

gotta say if MTG goes over to the Democrats and they accept her I'm done voting Dem. She's everything I despise about Georgia, she helped make this disaster, you don't go "oh hey now that the war's over that Joachim Peiper sure sounds like a great guy."

hey wait I could work in Aberdeen! It's time for ABERDEEN'S NATIONAL ANTHEM! youtu.be/plBMcpRRrVw

"the game stars Chaya, a fox-eared girl" holy fuck.

oooh, old slightly rotten chicken that's been soaking in salt water!

well as long as I'm doing this to me, may as well listen to STP's saddest song the cake has grown mold but the memories are sweet the laughter's all gone but the memories are mine the Mexican princess is out of my life.

oh shit, it's Stone Temple Pilots' second saddest song, try not to cry

oh wow, this job with no accounting works with not one but TWO of the evillest companies on earth that don't actually have any contact with defense contracting, but I can do it *hits apply*

Right number 2; you have the right to food money provided of course you don't mind a little investigation humiliation and possibly a bit of rehabilitation! These are your rights, know your rights! #SongLyrics

Meanwhile a brief but uncomfy brush with right-wingers reminded me; *everyone* thinks they're the good guys, and the real danger, regardless of politics, is if I start thinking being the good guy is way more important than other folks' right to exist/hopefully without lifelong trauma.

Another "could sleep through the Battle of Kursk in the next room/2-4 hours later I am AWAKE!!1!" night. I have no idea what does this since it's not always anxiety, and my best guess is some sort of barometric pressure thing.

#drawing earlier tonight

accompanying O Fortuna by playing the coffee mug with my fork. Ha HA! MONTJOIE ST-DENIS! *klang* *ting*

uh oh. watched a dumb short about different D&D classes take on who should be king based on the sword in the stone and am now listening to the Excalibur soundtrack again A sword age, an axe age! Iniquities multiply! A wind age, a wolf age, till the world lies ruined!

DOCTOR Tannahill? Dude. This sex bot trolling on Telegram has finally awarded me that PhD I wanted. Or maybe an DVM, which would be pretty awesome too.

should probably not overshare the story about finding the Axis Mundi while completely out of my gourd

I recently lowered almost all the prices in my little shop. So now is a great time to take a look! :) #BSNM ko-fi.com/day10machine...

The national anthem of the feared Red Wizards of Thay, which starts with; “Oh Thay can you thee by the dawnth early light?”

A magical hat of disguise, it can appear as any hat you wish from a simple flat cap to an elaborate confectionery of lace, felt and carved statuettes.

Sucks that “ghost jobs” are just another bit of job market sadism and not getting to work in a haunted house/adventure for 1-4 player characters of levels 10-12

Weirdly, I remain angry at so much of this whole mess. Anger is biologically designed to DO SOMETHING, and anger I can’t do anything with is one of my least favorite feelings.

Trying to figure out if I want to try a new recipe or if I just want to make malatang for myself.

This really is how I’d handle it. No explanation, just boom, we’re back to normal with Bond romancing the beautiful Cly Torus and skiing away from sharks on snowmobiles, etc.

Medium waist up shot, JAMES BOND wakes up in a hotel bed. SCRIPTWRITER (furious): I saw tons of missiles strike you dead on, m8, you can’t just say that was just a dream! Truck back to reveal BOND already has a martini somehow. BOND: No. I’d say my cover was… blown. CUE OPENING SEQUENCE/SONG

Did summer always feel like it was years in the past come November, and I’m just bad at remembering this thanks to lowered vitamin D or something?

combining Shrek and The Matrix franchises to write the ultimate early 2000s fanfic

Reminder: Every time you shop at an independent bookstore, Jeff Bezos loses a little bit of power.