søndag 17. mars 2024

Abstaining.

Today was the first day in two weeks I’ve craved alcohol. Cider was the beverage in question. It lasted for a little while, then went away, and returned. I did not indulge in said craving.

It was an annoyance more than anything, and easily overcome. That gives me pause, as future cravings would be much, much stronger and require a substantial effort of willpower. Not a pleasant thought.

fredag 16. februar 2024

...the second official date...

 Of course it was Valentine's Day. Of course we were dressed for the occasion. And of course we were unable to finish all the wonderful food, but we were offered to take it with us, so of course we accepted.

tirsdag 30. januar 2024

I am enough ♥

Friday: Plane delayed, luggage quick to arrive, nomi sign at the meeting area. I shall not share the recording. Car trip back "home", cuddle on the Big Yellow Monster, tajine by Sugar, then early to bed (21:00) for me, then being woken up after midnight with very little sleep afterward.


Saturday: Town visited after a prolonged morning in bed. Church visited, local nerd and geek stores, purchases, pizza without beer dinner (I had pineapple on mine, of course), nap and then the main event: Steinbruch-Theater. Outfit: leather and black (still miffed to discover I had forgotten to pack lipstick), collar and neckless, blood red nails.


Sunday: Late out of bed, leftover dinner for breakfast. Sharing, talking, emotions, seeing the first episode of the 2022 Anne Rice series - thoughts: adapted to the modern audience. Spicy loved Helluva Boss.


Monday: Packing after another almost about sleepless night. Slow and late start. Hot water shower. Part of me wants to stay and live here. Spice and I had our first official date, and stayed at a lovely apartment much larger and more modern than mine.


Tuesday: Leaving. Shared shower, well intended feedback to the nice apartment owner, stress at the airport, my fault. First time Starbucks experience.

torsdag 25. januar 2024

Thoughts?

"First thought: Googling the name on the signature is wild. I'd been expecting a portfolio like Silverfox5213, or at worst like Ookami Kemono, but the foxbun there is in many ways the complete tonal opposite of this guy's current output.
I say this mostly with a kind of surprised bemusement, but I also seriously doubt buff bara characters, macro/micro, inflation, living pool toys, etc are at all what you'd enjoy seeing, so if you are tempted to google anything then go visit SilverFox's page and pretend that's the artist you stumbled on instead.

As for the piece itself: Interesting hybrid. It does make me wonder about the parentage it implies - red foxes and rabbits don't get along nearly as well as Zootopia fans like to imagine they do. Though I imagine the red fox would be happy with either arrangement.
Still, it's adorable.
Well-drawn, stylized yet still evocative, and uses the linework really well to give a sense of this thing being soft and fluffy. The paintbrush tail is an odd choice, compared to a fox's normal dipstick and a rabbit's vertically divided two-tone (neither of which have any black spots), but it looks cute and I kind of like it anyway.
The ear-browns could also stand to cover more space, though this is just me insisting upon a personal preference - the amount of brown fur on a red fox's ears is a percentage that's difficult to stylize properly, and it also varies between individual foxes, so just the tips like on the bun here does end up as an equally valid choice to the complete brownbacks I'd prefer.
And the most insignificant nitpick of all: The muzzle splotch usually covers a fox's whiskers. Neat that the artist remembered to draw those (most don't), but it is odd to see them displaced like that."


"What I enjoy from your replies is how long they are, how well thought out they are, and the dept of your knowledge. Thank you.

Permission to use your answer for a blog post?" 


"I'm not sure how much there is really blog materal, but go ahead.
Though if you do, I've got one slight correction to offer regarding the muzzle markings: A red fox's whiskers do start at their brown splotch, but the area from which they sprout usually extends out past it and into the white bits of their snout. Saying that it's fully contained in that area, as I did earlier, isn't entirely right.
(And if you want another detail to comment on: The wide blue eyes are a bit of a departure from a red fox's brownish ambers and slit pupils. It does help make the color palette less uniform, though, which is a good bit of artistic license to take.)"


Context: this entire  conversation is a response after I shared a picture with a friend of mine, and I very much wanted to share it (my words are the white on purple). On that note, said picture is what you can see here, and if you'd want more of said artist, here's some links.

https://twitter.com/BlurTheFur/status/709246532189487105

https://inkbunny.net/s/1596321

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/19375352

https://furrynetwork.com/artwork/460905/fox-bunny/

lørdag 6. januar 2024

I'm singin' and dancin' in the cold.

 And indeed I was! Minus 20 degrees Celsius , snow more than one and a half meter, skipping, dancing, humming and singing and celebrating life and love and happiness after a silent shift at work... My gods, if I wasn't already in love, that'd do enough to boost my mood to the very top.

This new year have me grinning and enjoying myself and hugging others and going squeee! Context: I am in love. Perhaps I should tell you a bit more about that.

Allow me to introduce Spice and Sugar. Spice is the sexy librarian, and Sugar is the word-wise translator. I'm not allowed to flirt with Sugar, so good-looking compliments must come from a point of friendship. You guessed it, Spice is the one where romantic emotions are soaring and intertwining.

It's a joy feeling like a teenager with a crush but with the knowledge of past experiences. Reveling in the sensation, but tempering it with the wisdom of age. Gods, I'm happy.

As Gene Kelly sang: "I'm ready for love."

onsdag 27. september 2023

Holland notes.

 Amsterdam first impressions.

Bit too European for my taste. Feels friendly, feels safe. Not very accommodable for the disabled. Lots and lots of bikes. All the visible flags of my people makes me proud, too.
Lots of pigeons, no seagulls spotted (yet). Even ravens (I don't think it was crows, but I may be wrong). ((Editor note: no seagulls were spotted during the visit.))
Reminds me of Stockholm. And a bit of Dublin, too. The steps up to the residential houses New York, in a somewhat less grandiose style.

Exploring the city wandering with a lose plan, and then at random. This is the way to find the unexpected and wonderful. A serene retreat of nature and friendliness. A Warhammer store where the owner displayed his own painted models (they were impressive). A Guinness brown pub. A lovely old house with a KATTENCAT sign attached.

I think the overwhelming feeling is feeling safe. And I'm soaking in it. It feels like coming home. It's rare, and a bit disturbing, seldom felt.

I admit I am conflicted in regards to the city. The people are exceptionally nice and respectful, but awareness needs to be raised due to the cyclists. Plenty of American tourists. I can almost picture myself living in this city.

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From Arnhem, I ended up with an accidental long and convoluted scenic route. Got to see lots of rural Netherland: Emmerich Ward. And then I blissfully unaware walked into Germany, because there was my hotel.

I've started to realize the limits come breakfast on the continent, displeasingly so. And lack of sleep getting older. Also displeasing, for one who would trade the need of food for the ability to sleep. Thoughts lingering on last night's company. Smitten, again.

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The wedding was lovely, and the dress was complimented several times. Unfortunately picked up a runny nose and lots of sniffling. Again my ignorance of the German language made me end up in Wesel before I had to double back to Arnhem. Still, adventure. Trip to Wesel: got a compliment for my sparkling purple/pink suitcase. Worth it.

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Last day in Netherland: Amsterdam Monday with those of the wedding guests that could make it. Neither Manesni, Star or myself felt like meeting yesterday: me being slightly sick, they having house work.

The Arnhem train station toilet was an overwhelmingly positive experience. And I keep being surprised on how nice everybody is.

The four blues sisters, on bicycles, all matching black outfits, sunglasses and red lipstick. High end.
The last hotel, on the edge inside the (general) Red Light District, was super Dutch: narrow, steep staircases, twists and turns. And I got the top room.

The rooftop view is gorgeous.

And of course I walked by a restaurant called nomi.

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Don't know when I'll be back, but I will be.
And that's a promise.

torsdag 10. august 2023

Sun Wall

My outside is looking at the sun wall, white building material/front, balconies; expensive.
 
Yes, I have moved again.
 
The apartment reminds me of Ibsen. Class and social affordable place.
 
However, I’m satisfied with the place. Alas my adopted plant suffers from the lack of sunlight, even during summer.
 
I plan to put up shades. Aka heavy curtains. Makes it easier to sleep during daytime.
 
I think I’ll name this place the modern luxury cruise cabin, or the Assassin’s Hideout.
I haven’t decided yet.

onsdag 7. desember 2022

Cold moon.

 Magnificent. Beautiful.

tirsdag 8. november 2022

Beaver moon.

Kumwhalk is a Norwegian folk song created by Big Family Tree.

Also; loud, screaming sadness in silence.

søndag 9. oktober 2022

Hunter's moon.

I had a weird dream where I was myself but also Richard the Lionheart and met with Saladin, aka Yusuf ibn Ayyub ibn Shadi, and we became the best of friends.

søndag 2. oktober 2022

Weird compliments are still compliments.

Been a while since some random slightly intoxicated by alcohol individual complimented me for my beauty and wanted to have my social media info - I declined, of course, due to the fact that I'm not on social media in the first place - and he was saying that I should be on social media, if nothing else to show off my beauty. Also, said individual wanted to bring me along for a after party happening.

While grateful, smiling, and taking the compliment for nothing more than what it was, a compliment, sometimes it's nice to say nice things to random people.

fredag 30. september 2022

An accidental Raven Guard character...

So, I play D&D (5e) and Pathfinder (not 2.0) regularly. As an altoholic, I have a tendency to come up with characters from various images where a character would be portrayed.

Now, as of late, I've been going over the Shadowfell, its inhabitants, locations, creatures and lore. Yes, I'm a massive fan of the Raven Queen, and I'm fairly certain that predates the time I got around to watch Critical Role, but that's beside the point.

Anyway, I was going through my list of character images for potential characters, came across an old one, checked the character sheet, and decided to redo most of said character (I kept the name as I liked it). Cue my recent Shadowfell facination, and I made a said character born there.

Let me walk you through the process. Said picture had a warrior in what I determined was of the breast plate armor, a greatsword, and a bow and a quiver of arrows at the back. For class, I decided to go Ranger, and figured that the Gloom Stalker Conclave would fit come level three. As a human, I made her variant and took the Shadow Touched feat. For stats, I decided on point buy (you increase your stats until you hit 27 points). None of the backgrounds really fit, so I browsed homebrew on D&DBEYOND and found the Shadowtouched background. Favorite foe, favorite terrain, stats, skills, tools, languages and equipment doesn't really matter that much besides the fact that I went with Stealth and had bonuses for hiding in shadows.

Here is where it gets overlapping with Warhammer 40k. Do you know of the Raven Guard? They're basically the sneaky bunch of the Space Marines, wearing heavy armor, shooting things from afar, and obviously have weapons for the glorious melee that's bound to happen.

So, yeah. This is when it dawned on me that I had just made an accidental Raven Guard set in a fantasy D&D setting.

Oh, her name? Estra Gloomstrider. This was before I got into Warhammer 40k, and knew about the Gloom Stalker sub-class for Rangers, too.