Update 2024

So, it's been over a year since I updated this blog with anything of personal substance, so here the fuck goes.

2023 was pretty much a standard year. Nothing really huge happened to me, although the people around me seemed to be going through a LOT of fucking changes.

My friend Jorg got married to a chick he dated for only three fucking months. Honestly, I didn't think it would last more than six months, but as of this writing the two of them are still together. They got married last October, on the 28th, and Jorg's been living with Ashleigh and her kids in the house she rents so I've had this house more or less to myself. My only company has been the two kitties we got in 2022(?), to prevent future rodent infestations.  They are my chonky babies and I love them lots and will be very sad to leave them behind.

Yeah, I'm moving out. Tomorrow as a matter of fact.

Jorg's marriage has kind of fucked up my living situation, but I knew this was coming so I'm not pissed or anything. And I found a place with a guy that seems decent only a couple of blocks away, so that's nice.

Other shit that has happened this year.

My friend Gina fucked off to Italy and is living her best life.

I nuked my friendship with Paul because he was really starting to piss me off with his neediness and his complete fucking inability to do anything to help himself. So I just broke it off. Felt kind of bad about it, but the more time that passes the less I find myself actually giving a fuck.  One of the reasons I ended the friendship was because I honestly think he's gonna kill himself one of these days when he spirals into one of his depressive episodes and I did NOT want to go out there to his house and be the one to have to deal with all of that shit.  It's been months now and I have absolutely no fucking idea how he's doing.

John Boozer from the old game group pops into the store every once in a while, but when he shows up we never talk about Paul. I guess he's still going out there and seeing him, but fucked if I know.

Other stuff. 

Um. I started logging my solo roleplay stuff and have written ove 80,000 words that I think I could edit/rewrite into a halfway decent story. Well, something good enough for Kindle. Once I'm settled in my new place, I'll give that a shot, but I think it's gonna be a hard row to hoe. If I do publish it, I'll use a different name since it'll sort of fall under the LitRPG banner.

Mom is still alive and kicking. Sis seems to be doing okay. Her boys are in their late teens and went to prom. They seem like nice kids in the photos, but what the hell? They could be terrible people in the flesh and I'd never know because I never see/speak/interact with them in any fucking way.

I sometimes think I should rectify that, but, honestly? I just can't be fucking bothered at this point in my life.

So, anyway, yeah, I'm still alive. Still living a fairly decent life.

Not as content as I used to be, but not sure why. Think it could just be ennui or old age or some shit like that. I suppose I'll figure it out eventually.

Anyway, that's it.

I'm still fucking alive.

Hurrah!

 More AI Art. This time, of the usual D&D classes.

The Barbarian

The Bard

The Cleric/Priest

The Druid

The Fighter

The Monk

The Paladin

The Ranger

The Rogue

The Sorcerer

The Warlock

The Wizard

More AI Art

Still playing around with Ai Art.  Today, I took a stab at creating some future X-Men.

 I've been playing around with AI-generated art. So, for your consideration, may I present:

The King of Thorns

The Queen of Hearts

The Prince of Darkness

The Princess of Power

The Court Jester

Reverent Noxx and the Sacred Blue Goddess

Thought-Image of Reverent Noxx channeling the Sacred Blue Goddess

 The Arcanist Priest known as Reverent Noxx first appeared in the City-State of Chayn, on the Iron Coast of Osric.  A Nartholomite stronghold, Chayne was known for its intolerance toward anyone displaying or even rumored to possess arcanic abilities. Mass executions were quite common and the local populace had come to accept them as simply a part of everyday life.

Reverent Noxx appeared at one of these executions, as one of the condemned.  Before the arcanists could be killed, however, the Reverent Noxx channeled the entity now known as Sacred Blue Goddess. The City-State of Chayn was completely destroyed. So too, were Noxx's fellow arcanist prisoners.

Since then Reverent Noxx and Sacred Blue Goddess have garnered a terrifying reputation across all of southern Osric. Their death-count is in the thousands, and often includes the people they are ostensibly trying to 'help.'

Reverent Noxx currently has a huge death-bounty on her head, and is actively being pursued by mercenaries and professional assassins eager to collect it.  So far, she has remained ahead of her pursuers.

It is unknown why Reverent Noxx does not simply leave Osric for Hezeq or the Corpse Continent. Those who have spoken to Noxx believe she is in thrall to Sacred Blue Goddess, who wishes to remain in Osric for reasons of its own.

Update 2022

 Again, I return to the blog after a year of being away.  And, let's be fucking honest, two years since I updated anything of substance.

So, what the fuck has been happening?

Well, still living in my friend's basement, still helping at the comic shop. I've pretty much given up on writing anything else for publication, and now I just write for shits and giggles. 

Last November, I discovered that I had kidney stones. A 9mm stone blocked my left kidney, requiring me to go to the Emergency Room. Two outpating procedures later, the stone is gone, but I found out that I had three other stones in my right kidney. I have named them the Three Stooges.

My stomach bothers me a lot these days. I'm getting older. I know I have a couple of small hernias, and one doctor I went to thought I might have diverticulitis, but doctors are about as useful as tits on a mouse. All they're interested in is making money off the suffering of others. I got stuck with a urologist from my ER visit and the guy was a complete fuckhead.

I have to go and see him again this November, to check on my kidney function, and if everything works out fine I'm dumping him and never looking back.

Overall, though, I suppose I can't complain. I've got aches and pains, but I'm still around. I've still got all my marbles. Or, at least, I think I still have all my marbles. How the hell would I know if I was looney? 

Let's see. Other stuff.

Um. The Supreme Court overturned Roe vs. Wade which has just pissed EVERYBODY off, and has convinced me that I will vote Democrat, or Anti-Rupublican, for the foreseeable future.

I was celibate for almost a year, but then it ended and I've been banging like a screen door in a hurricane.

Honestly? I think I preferred being celibate.

The dnd group I was playing with kind of exploded. I quit going because I was tired of all the fucking drama. Now, no one really plays, and one of our friends is getting ready to fuck off to Italy because she's dying from a brain tumor/bacterial lung infection and I guess she wants to live her best life. Good luck to her, I say. 

Lately, though, I've been doing some solo rpg which sounds weird and sad but is actually awesome and liberating because I get to play in worlds that no one else wants to fucking play in. Also, there's a shit tom of cool people out there doing it right now and making good videos and blogs.

Honestly, though, I think I'm okay. Even though some days I would just like to stab the world to death, and other days I'd like to give everybody a hug.

I'm going to assume that this is just a natural part of getting older and that I am NOT becoming dangerously psychotic.

If my next update happens from the loony bin/prison, we'll all know that I was wrong.

Green Dwarves

 The Green Dwarves hail from the city of Idrisfell, in the northwest corner of the continent of Hezeq. Their Culture can be described as egalitarian, conservative and arcanic. They claim that they were created by Aon the Shaper, whom they revere as a quasi-religious figure. Green Dwarves have a natural affinity for plant-life and much of their technology and mercantile wares are plant-based in nature.  They seldom leave their city, preferring to have outsiders visit them.