To those whose lives flicker like a candle in the wind elves are royal and in their societies live free of want.

I spent thirteen years growing bonsai, fifteen pining over Loravindrel. That brought me into my eight year long emo-goth period which produced poetry I’ve since fed to the flames. For sixteen seasons after that I meditaed under a plum tree and swept the eight hundred and seventy two dozen and five stars. Six years I practiced the letter œ to master the uhm. Fifty seven years I spent in the arms of Madeleine and our oldest grandchild is about your age. And the last three seasons I’ve been chasing the south-western gale that robbed her from me decades too early.

And now I’m back to looking at steel (and titanium) adventure hardtails…

I’m still pissed off about goddam indo-europeans coming here with their sky daddies and anthropomorphic pantheons.

Got a thudbuster on my gravel. It feels like it helps to keep the rougher road under control. On any other bike I wouldn’t bother.

That looks like a…

You know…

The thing…

A vulva.

Hades was such a looser and couldn’t get a wife of his own so he went to Zeus (his brother and Persephone’s father) and asked for Persephone’s hand. He granted it knowing that neither Persephone nor Demeter would approve of it. Patriarchs be patriarchin’. So Hades lured upon Persephone and snatched her when he found her alone. Not cool.

If I squint just the right way I think I can see in Greek mythology the process of how the indo-europeans with their sky-daddy inched out the older mythology. Unfortunately we know (comparatively) little about these cultures. And I think we have no written records…

Demeter didn’t just cause a famine. She threw the fit of the ages, a wrath only a mother could bring forth. Her anger and indignation was so great she brought Zeus to the bargaining table. Demeter stopped everything growing, throwing the world into winter. Or the season of non-growth. Only when it was agreed that Persephone could spend half the year with her mother on the surface did her mother’s wrath subside and spring returned. But every year, when Persephone has to return to the underworld, plants wither yet again. ’

Demeter is cool y’all.

I don’t know how much to read between the lines, but one can read Hasbro is to blame. Praise for WotC and the DnD team. Nothing for Hasbro…

Played a good bit of Kingmaker and while not as refined as WotR I think is very similar. I agree with you that the DoS chaos can be a bit monotone and is too much. But I’d take that over the environmental flatness of other cRPGs.

Or simply have study areas where the silence is enforced. Rest of the premises just demands calm.

I think Pathfinder is as bad of a match for Larian as DnD mechanically speaking. Compare the sheer battlefield joy and chaos of DoS to the austere strictness in BG3. And Pathfinder is in the same vein. Better I think it would be if Larian picks up a setting fitting their humour and shenanigans. Heard good things about Discworld.

For me it’s contentment. A satisfaction in where I am and who I am. Being able to see the beauty and appreciate the small things. No need for more. And no longer comparing myself at my worst to others at their best.

I cook large batches of stew every now and then, freeze in 2 or 3 portion packages. Then each sunday I prep some carbs, defrost and pasteurize stew and put it all together. Boom! Lunches ready to go into the work microwaves.

And Denmark is the jizz! The spunk.

(love you)

It is something. The folk-punk-americana (?) have snatched my heart and I enjoy it

It can also tie into mandatary rests, that the vehicle has to be stationary. And that is good thing as it makes it harder for emplyers to exploit their drivers.

So there is another one who brew in a french press!

Lets do some wild improvisation!

It promts me to a) just fukkin do it and b) not expect perfection