So, this week's DnD Character Colouring Book is slightly related to last week's... after finishing up the TableTopNotch mini campaign I went back and started their Low Magic Western Themed long running campaign.
And the fact that the five people are the table are playing either elves or humans was just... I don't wanna say boring. Imma say boring. But I also have no idea what any of them played in their very first campaign and also I'm not actually playing the game, so they can do what the hell they like.
But of course I started thinking about what I would play in that game. And, honestly, the immediate response to a low magic campaign is... "I wanna be a spellcaster", because I'm a messy bitch.
Outside of that though, that group feels like they need somebody who knows more about nature. And given the early stages that I'm up to, somebody who knows more about goblins.
And we all know how I feel about halflings.
Essentially I tried to make a rifleman in a world without rifles. And a scout who has a connection with perhaps not the local goblin tribes, but goblin tribes in other places. And whose leather armor is a mismash of animal hides that he himself has killed.
I also really need Hero Forge to make some new sideburns. I love the ones we have, but I can't just exclusively use those ones on every halfling model that I want some facial hair for.
But otherwise I'm quite happy with our friend Rosco here.
Anyway...
This week's soup was... decent but questionable. My problem mostly was buying kransky because it was cheaper than chorizo, but also falls apart more easily, so while trying to fry it up at the start it kind of all went to mush and I threw in everything else instead of taking it out to reintroduce it again at the end...
Oh, pea and "ham" by the way. Serviceable, but kind of boring honestly.
I also decided to cook the soup on Monday night instead of Sunday. I don't know if that's going to be a regular thing, I might play with it a bit for a few weeks, see how I go.
There really wasn't any Mini Media Reviews this week, I mostly ended up watching video game content on YouTube while crocheting.
Speaking of... after I finished the hexagon cardigan I had a bunch of questionable quality yarn left over, so I started making little granny squares with the intention of making a mosaic blanket with all the little squares.
The thing that I realised after making 28 little squares, making little squares is absolutely a pain in the ass. And after making the Thing That Didn't Work for Ma my hands were still needing to do something. So I broke out the little squares and began the process of turning them into slightly larger squares with the next colour in the chain. That took me all week, and I am now going to make them into slightly larger squares again with the original yarn.
What will I do with those squares once I'm finished? Literally fucked if I know. The intent was originally to make a blanket, I just need to work out how the hell to join them together. And that's a problem for Future Me.
Sorry my guy.
Friday Night DnD... remember that? The thing we haven't done since... the end of March? Yeah, that happened. We absolutely struggled to remember what was going on. I absolutely forgot my character voice for a hot fucking second. But we mostly took care of a bunch of loose ends from the last game. Which was not, perhaps, what the DM was expecting us to do... but we did it anyway.
Did I finally remember that there was a creepy little fiend following my character around and then murderise him? Yes, yes I did. If I'd been planning on taking a few levels in Warlock, he might have been useful, but mostly he just needed to die.
It was also very weird that the actual amount of time that has passed in game between the middle of March and now is... less than 24 hours.
It was a good game though.
Anyway...
Today was... something of an exercise in frustration.
The supermarket was just fine. I did end up just being the person that Gets Involved because not only was there a liquid spill I went to report, but right after that I found a prescription paper that somebody had dropped on the floor.
After that and the ritual unpacking of things, we went to Haighs to see how they were situated for broken Easter Eggs. Turns out, not well. And after a quick chat with a lovely lady that works there, we decided to give it up for the day and try again next week when there should be more.
Then we went to do early voting. Because fuck voting on voting day.
But because the powers that be decided to throw out the rules about canvassing and advertising, we might as fucking well have gone on the actual election day.
Did I lose my shit slightly at the Clearly Racist Dog Whistle Party woman who was the first person waiting to hand out pamphlets when we got outside? Oh you fucking bet I did. Did I tell her she should die in a fire? You bet. You want to spruik for the Modern Nazi Party, I will absolutely tell you you're a racist to your face. And not feel even remotely conflicted about it.
And then loudly announcing to the LITERALLY 40 people standing along the pathway trying to give out advertising for whatever other party they were here for that I did not want it, they did not need to bother and I was not interested. Also, there were absolutely NOT 40 parties. So I don't know what the fuck all those people were there for.
I don't want your printed bullshit, I don't like your printed bullshit, even from the party I'm actually going to vote for, you're literally harassing me in public and wasting both paper, ink, my time and yours. Go do something constructive. Go volunteer at a fucking homeless shelter or something. Be fucking absent from outside the polling booth you assholes. Do not make me say "no thank you" politely 90 times. You're the problem here.
Can you tell I had Feelings About This?
And then I had a chat with the nice lady who let me slip in line in front of her because of Ma about how much the people outside suck and how I was all shaky from the adrenaline LOL.
I also love that the nice people at the polling place say "are you eligible to early vote?" and you say "yes" and there are no follow up questions. They don't care. Am I eligible? Sure, because I can't be bothered doing it on the day with everybody else, it takes too long, and it's easier if I take Ma early, even if she has to go through the Absentee/Out of Zone voting. So, yes, I'm fucking eligible.
This was also the first time in a minute where I literally struggled to find the numbers 1 thru 6 on the top of the big sheet. Normally I number all the numbers, but I could absolutely not be bothered this time. But once I'd removed all the Clearly Racist And Homophobic Dogwhistle Parties, I had to pick a couple of what I generally think of as the Single Issue Looney Fringe parties just to make up the numbers.
The whole thing was a fucking shitshow. And the most annoying thing is, the main two parties, they're essentially identical, as they've always been, so literally nothing will change for most people regardless of who gets in. They'll just waste money on something different that the other group.
And that, ladies, gentlemen, those inbetween and those who have yet to make up their minds, is why I never talk about fucking politics here. Because is mostly all bullshit and almost everyone who wants to be a politician is absolutely not someone who should ever be allowed to be one.
At least it's done now, I just have to suffer through another week of the dumbest fucking adverts ever.
[deep cleansing breath... deep cleansing breath... deep cleansing breath...]
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