Rose Thorne

I guess this is “weird” in the sense of “unique”.

The Steel Battalion Mech controls. The size of a table, it was an appropriate recreation of the control panel for a mech, requiring you to go through all the steps from firing it up to ejecting in case of danger. You had pedals, sticks, knobs, switches galore.

Still Pokemon Red. I’m beginning to regret my choices. The choice to include Blue-exclusives, and trade evolutions, because PKHex makes it so easy to do. The choice to try to keep a selection of various typings caught up in level, so I’d have some decent coverage versus brute forcing.

Having the trio of starters. I think I’ve grown to hate Bulbasaur, at this point. Every time I go to drop him into my party, all I can remember is “Not very effective”, over and over again. Well into the 20s, still taking 2-3 Vine Whips to take out a level 6 Kakuna.

Beach dates with Miller.

The Spa Incident.

“You’re pretty good”.

Outer Heaven be gay as hell.

Slowly grinding my way through a Pokemon Red Professor Oaks Challenge(Yay, switch-training Magikarp…), and when my brains to the point of melting from that, Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous. Kitsune Bladebound Magus, happily traipsing her fluffy way down wherever Desna may guide her.

May the Gods have mercy on the crusade she’s going to lead.

Just so you know, if it’s been awhile, Crate came in and did a pretty big overhaul on Grim Dawn, and are prepping for the “final” expansion that’s supposed to come sometime this year.

Dodge roll mechanic, potions are now a recharge resource versus pickups that take item space, the next expansion is adding potion customization, prettied up the old world to be more in-line with the quality the previous two expansions brought, tons of little tweaks.

It’s not exactly a “whole new game” experience, but it’s much more smoothed out!

An absolute classic, play it loud enough you’ll attract some wild Fallout fans.

Just make sure to have the right opening.

“I AM THE GOD OF HELLFIRE!” is my go-to.

I was there for my grandmother’s last breath. It kinda fucked me up at the funeral, the stark contrast between the last moment and then.

It only takes one brain cell to survive.

If you’ve never read it, the book isn’t terribly long! The movie is an excellent adaptation, though, still worth a watch.

Jauwn is a treat, and he makes such cool intros. He adds a nice perspective to the crypto games market. Open about his views on what it’s used for, but still willing to give it an honest try and look at it as a game alongside everything else.

And they said buying a Ragnok was pointless!

Who’s got Saddam in their forearm now, Jennifer? Huh?! WHO LOOKS THE FOOL NOW?!

Just a generally overwhelming day. Got slammed at the end of my shift, had to work over handling customers on top of the absolute mess my coworkers had left me, traffic was an absolute hellhole turning a 15-minute commute into 45, and when I got in, the air conditioner, at some point, had a malfunction so on a nearly 90 degree fahrenheit day, my house was almost boiling on the inside.

Was kinda the last straw, and I was rushing to get my pills.

Formerly Chuck’s.

This is what happens when you drop someone to chase their mom.

“And if you don’t believe in Jesus, and Osiris or Isis, too, and while the world is warrin’, we’ll just sit back and laugh at you.”

I wonder how that would be handled. Like, do you need to have clear and obvious signage that a hungry mimic is on the premise, or does it fall under “They were doing a dumb thing, dumb things happen” in this case?

Cause I see “BEWARE: DANGEROUS MIMIC ON PREMISE”, I’m not taking a single step over that property line. Whole damn yard could be a well-trained one.

It might sound odd, but genuinely, check if any local wildlife rehabs/centers need volunteers.

There’s constantly something that needs done, often in creative ways, especially when doing something like designing an enrichment area. It might just look like a bunch of random junk, but a lot of thought and effort goes into constructing something that actually mimics situations an animal might encounter in the wild.

Eh, it doesn’t sound destructive or interruptive to your day.

Manifesting isn’t just a new-age hippy thing. Ritual can put your brain in a certain space, and that can be a massive motivator for someone. Picking your socks to fit the theme isn’t all that different than telling yourself affirmations in the mirror.

It’s kinda like the “lucky shirt” concept. Sure, the shirt doesn’t really have some metaphysical power, but you’re putting yourself in the mindset of “Good things happen when I wear this”, and when you’re already in that frame of mind, the good things stand out even more.

This has been a recurring one, but it’s slowly changed as time has passed.

I’m on an endless stretch of road, sometimes walking, sometimes driving. On either side is just an endless ocean of grass. Sometimes I can catch sight of what looks like an old campfire out of the corner of my eye, but I can never look back far enough to really see.

For a long time, it was always this drive to keep moving. Never stop. Something is behind me, and I need distance. Nothing else matters. I couldn’t even look back if I tried.

Over the last year, that feeling of being chased has went away. I don’t wake up panicking. Now, there’s a feeling of destination, and that I’m getting… Somewhere. I genuinely don’t know. But it feels closer. And now, when I try, I can look behind myself somewhat. Not fully, but enough to see that there’s at least more road immediately behind me.

It’s become kinda hopeful. Not trying to read any grand importance into it, don’t think it’s prophetic, but it started to shift as I started taking better care of myself. Makes me kinda wonder if it isn’t some fucked up part of my brain going “Hey, we’re getting better”.