Upvoting you because I agree, it is obvious... but to me, only in retrospect.
Pronell
The unicorn is Illimita Whitedove, and he is kind of a surfer/stoner dude.
The nightclub is gonna be great fun, as is the patron. He is a gregarious, over the top host who is not at all what he appears to be.
Family D&D game, 1pm-3pm.
We are attempting to recruit the former assistant to our big bad who is attempting to take over the Feywild, leading the Seelie and Unseelie courts to unite against the threat.
It just so happens that we have killed him before but the bastard had a clone.
The assistant is a kobold who has fallen out of his favor. We have scryed on him several times in the past and even healed a burn through the crying spell. We are using a unicorn ally (who is a result of the wild magic sorcerer accidentally summoning a unicorn three times) to convince him we are not evil.
Then 6pm-9pm I run a session for friends. They are in a SCP-themed aberration/ooze dungeon and are almost done, but they have not yet discovered that they are locked in by guards who are waiting for reinforcements. Then they will head further in the tunnels until they reach The Crypt, which is actually a nightclub run by someone who wants to be their patron.
This misses the point; if we cannot alter the past or see the future, we must recognize that the now is what we can influence.
Yea, but I did set the fire, so...
My first thought when I see someone with a ton of tattoos is "Fuck that looks terrible/painful/expensive."
It's only after that I try to appreciate them as a personal choice and artistic thing.
That said, I do want one tattoo, from the show Fringe, episode White Tulip. Just haven't made it a priority at all.
Spiritualists conducting scam seances in 1850s Boston, the Fox sisters. Their scam was done by "knocking noises" that were generated by the sisters cracking joints or even just tapping on the table or floor.
The circles they traveled in included Quakers, suffragettes, high society, and financiers. (Some of their early seances centered on stock market predictions, and made them a good deal of money.)
I just love that intersection of societies coming together to be scammed by some pretty bright women, in a really interesting time in our national history. Strict religious beliefs in a marriage with new age free thought.
I have kind of wanted to write a book centered on that time but never found a good hook.
My grandmother was an eventual product of that generation in Boston. Very equal rights for women while in a weird religious sect, Christian Science, founded by feminist Mary Baker Eddy.
That was actually Flavor-Aid, a knock-off. The meme stuck anyway.
I think it might be for copper for charging. Does look kinda like wood paneling though.
Fuck the bullies, learn to cook the few basic foods you love, and see if the love of cooking grabs you.
Or don't, I am certainly not trying to bully you into doing something you dread. I just get a ton of satisfaction from trying new things now that I am older and give less fucks.
I wish I snapped pics of the calzones I made yesterday. They weren't perfect but tasty and my wife loved em.




You could always see if a local group home company would appreciate the assistance.
I used to go to a food shelf like program (Ruby's Pantry in Minnesota) and bring the excess stuff I couldn't eat to a group home as a donation.