Physical therapist asked me if I had a TENS machine. I had to suppress a snicker before I remembered that some folks actually use them for medical purposes. Guess its good I’ve already got one…
Wexler’s career was short lived.
We invested a lot of prep time into the setting and characters, but after two sessions the new rules for Primetime Adventures weren’t jiving with any of us so we set the game aside. Frustrating, but better than forcing things.
Next up, Night’s Black Agents and Blades in the Dark.
I was thinking about that last night. I don’t don’t really do fan art. I draw random characters who I anticipate will never appear in any of my drawings again. There’s only two exceptions and they pretty old (Piper and August). Occasionally I’ve drawn musicians, but never something “fandom.”
So here’s a list of characters from other people’s writing or shows that I would draw:
The slaves in Hard to Be a God wear such huge, unweidy collars. I kind of like the archaic design.
Did anyone ever read The Twelve-Fingered Boy? Do you recall if they ever describe what Shreve looks like? I kinda feel like drawing him
MRI paid off, finally have a diagnosis that makes sense: Syrinx.
Good part: surgery can stop it getting worse.
Bad part: surgery cannot reverse neurologic deterioration. Also the price tag that comes with the word neurosurgeon :p
“I reveal my true form and drink him like soup” caused the rest of my RPG group much consternation. I don’t think they expected me to play a literal monster this time.
I recently discovered I cannot draw smiles. You might think that a strange thing to discover after drawing this long, but when was the last time you saw one of my characters in a scenario where they’d be smiling? :p
MRI induced panic attacks resolved with Killswitch Engage marathon.
Replace one beastly noise with another XD
You know how much I like to talk crap about my own art. So you know I’m telling no porky pies when I say this latest pic is going to be awesome. XD
Took muscle relaxant for the first time. Relaxed so much my eyes started wandering in opposite directions and none of my limbs would move in the slightest.
It would have actually been pretty hot if my brain was processing anything other than “I wish I’d put pants on for when they eventually find my body.”
I’ll take a half pill next time >_>
Experimental drug that causes sperm to grow to an inch or more in size. Climax becomes slightly more horrifying a prospect.