Back where she belongs!

We adopted a cat recently who loves being held tight, having belly rubs, and having his paws touched. He doesn’t even mind having his claws trimmed. So delightfully weird.

And that’s why the people of the Sword Coast think that Aluminum dragons fart fire.

That cat distribution system succeeds again. Congrats!

People who carry their cats in a baby bjorn lack the follicle commitment of Louis Coulon.

I tried to sell a five digit id in college on ebay when I really needed some cash, and they terminated the auction on me. It was over $200 in mid-00’s money. I’m not still bitter.

That’s how one of my kitties got the nickname Princess Fluffybutt. Though lately its become Princess Fluffin’butt

We got a new cat over the weekend and decided that he needs to be sequestered in my home office before we introduce him to our elderly lady cat. I did not put up a fight.

He’s a goofball for sure. With the teeniest little mew. He’s a 13lb mass of muscle with the meow of a kitten.

Thank you. It was a quilting project of my wife’s. She’s good with all the hobbies that require dexterity in a way that I am not

Every day you come to work and sit at a table around a map of the construction site. You and your coworkers then talk out how and where you’d put concrete, then roll dice to determine how well you did.

Personally I prefer LARP Concrete. They still don’t lay any concrete, but at least they come to the site to talk about it.

Variant Humans get to choose their own ability.

In our first campaign together with my current group, my PC found a depressed reanimated skeleton that was chained to a table. I pulled the head off so we could take an information source with us as we crawled the dungeon. Then we kept him after we left the dungeon and named him Horatio. It became one of the major NPCs in the rest of the 18 month campaign.

Since then Horatio has made cameos in at least 4 campaigns. He’s become a fixed point in our universe. He even played a small roll in taking down Iymrith when we did Storm King’s Thunder.

You’re thinking too small: Polar Cocaine Sharkicanes

One reason is that they’re a militarily important foothold for our presence in the middle east. Same goes for the UK.

I can remember one time when the party DID NOT want an NPC to die. The next session we got sucked into a book with a new mission to save the NPC from their fate (and put the plot back on track). I remember it because my skeleton fighter with -2 cha had to sing “Be Our Guest” to distract story baddies at one point… it didn’t end well.

Oregon has way too much pot too. I’m starting to see signs for $20 ounces. Pretty soon they’ll be giving it away free with a fill-up.

Yes, I realize it’s illustrating how old I am to talk about fill-up freebees like it’s still the 1990s.

This graph says we probably crossed that line a couple decades ago and we chose production.

Past a certain age and you have the potential of a 3rd, horny Bard, solution.

I ran a quest where my players had to go acquire the next Slygar. They discovered their home colony in a cave where speak with animals is always in effect, and they ended up being judges in a goldfish talent contest to decide who got to go live the good life with Xanathar.