Yes! It's "a thousand hugs from ten thousand lightning bugs As they tried to teach me how to dance", the hugs are clearly part of the teaching process! How else would you describe a firefly trying to push you around?
Please accept this text retelling of this moment, in lieu of the normally required pic. My desire to capture my amusement was contrary to the privacy expectations of the building I was in.
At a new medical office today, I spotted two framed promos for the doctors there. Each had a quote in bold, all caps text, and a longer quote underneath in small text. I couldn't read the small text, just the two side-by-side headlines: "Knowledge is Power" and "It Doesn't Have to Be That Way"
"Sometimes"
Sometimes a poem just falls out of my head unbidden, and it feels less like something I wrote and more like something I found.
This fractal design has three D20 elements superimposed into the center of three different hexagonal vorticies, as though the rolling dice created a strange tornado around it. The dice and their corresponding vorticies all descend in a sweeping arc from the upper left corner, giving the impression of a broad dice rolling motion. The fractal elements shine in electric blues and oranges, with frosty blue storm clouds in the background. It feels energetic and powerful, like watching God roll dice in a thunderstorm.
"Rolling Fate"
flam3 fractal + Affinity
Every player hesitates: thief delays, bard contemplates. Ranger's blade? A turn too late. Cleric, nervous, playing bait. Feral drakes aren't gonna wait! The team's at stake, so will you break? Big mistake or bold escape? Take and shake and roll your fate.
Twenty years of making great nerdcore is a huge achievement. Twenty years in which none of the 578 rappers ahead of you on my favorites list slipping, retiring, or passing away is a statistical miracle.
This fractal design resembles two abstract eyes. One is smaller on the left, the other on the right is about six times larger. Both feature an orange flower shape reflecting in a dark pupil. Instead of a white sclera, there's a crossing line pattern around the edge of each eye, like veins that are far too orderly. Where the eyelids would be, the edges of each eyeball shape erupt with fiery orange and red. The whole piece has a strained, "can't look away" feeling.
"Looking Out"
flam3 fractal
Loosely based on the feeling I get every morning when I read the headlines.
Paul is a great guy. If I have any followers in Minnesota, please consider supporting him.
If he refuses to join the team to avoid the situation entirely, he might look like a chicken. Add a crush on a cheerleader, and Clark has a lot of conflict to work through.
Say his team is down a few points, and it's come down to a final drive. He gets the ball, and has to choose how fast he's allowed to run. If he chooses to be slow enough to catch, he's throwing the game. If he runs too fast to be caught, he's using his superhuman advantage unfairly. And..
I won't ever write Superman but if I did it would be about high school Clark Kent struggling with the ethical dilemma of being asked to join the football team. If he joins, he could more or less decide each game by how much he holds back, taking the sport out of it entirely. For example..
I've published v10 of my website. I learned some new tech, and escaped the monthly hosting bill for the first time in 7 years. If you haven't swung by in a while, come see the new look!
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A #dungeoncrawlercarl poem. Mild spoilers through the end of book 6 (floor 8). #princessdonut
"Letter Left at Larracos"
I've heard her talk, I've heard her sing.
from atop that raptor thing,
I see the guild that's gathering
by that cat I saw on the second floor.
Crawlers don't descend to ten.
So if on nine I meet my end?
Know I'd die and die again,
for that cat I saw on the second floor.
[end]
I've seen her on the wrapup show,
I don't know how she got below.
Things explode when the eyes glow
of that cat I saw on the second floor.
On the fourth, I'm falling back.
Damn this subway, where's the map?
She paved the way, I gave my hat
to that cat I saw on the second floor.
[2/3]
A Letter Left at Larracos
Like nothing I have seen before.
A flattened world, glowing door.
A dungeon full of horror galore
and a cat I saw on the second floor.
[1/3]
I'm not sure if this was intentional, but I noticed that the words in this comment are in order numerically by letter count, which makes that a 4x nasty play.
Then a little later, they added gem sockets? They must be time vampires. It's the only explanation.
Hey, can you help me test the new Bandcamp embeds. You should be able to click play and hear this without leaving the site. pathtoelda.bandcamp.com/album/dream-...
Does it work?
No shame if you like the aesthetics, but personally, film grain filters, pixel fonts, and flicker effects all feel like taking a cheese-grater to my eyes. if I can't turn those off, I refund the game. It's just as annoying as paragraphs without punctuation or dirty glasses lenses.
His final published trilogy was edited down from an 8,000 page manuscript he wrote with a fried brain while locked in an attic. His publisher said to cut it down to regular novel length, and he angrily "took out all the important stuff". So it makes sense that they are so hard to follow.
I was 32 when this all happened, burnt out from a collapsing career in the games industry, which was my life goal back then. I'm turning 40 soon, and I'm more content with my life than I've ever been.
Yes. I was ready to die, curiosity wouldn't let me. Realizing I still had a future, I sat down and figured out who I wanted to be, then pretended to be that way until it was real. Chasing curiosity, I found fractal art, started my art career, and became a friendly wizard instead of a sad hermit.
A couple people asked what wizard camp was like. Really, it was pretty normal camping. We grew a forest to camp in, learned how to start a fire with a water spell, and started a prank war with some ghosts.
Don't ever start a prank war with ghosts. RIP Javier.
A light-hearted flyer with the headline "Flat hat got you down?" followed by a photo of Yamen wearing a wizard hat with the cone flattened down and drooping back. A paragraph reads "It may not be easy to talk about, but most wizard hats lose stiffness with age. It's normal, and there's no shame in getting a little help. Here's a trick I learned at wizard camp. There's a photo of a hand holding a blue plastic cup above an upturned wizard hat, followed by another showing the same cup tucked into the cone of the hat. A paragraph reads "Tuck an empty cup into the cone. It might take a little adjustment to get it to sit comfortably, but a lightweight cup makes it pretty easy." A final photo shows Yamen wearing the hat again. The cone is much taller, but still has a little bit of curve towards the tip. A final paragraph reads "Just like that, a taller, firmer hat with just enough tilt to maintain its character. An average haberdashery charges as much as 15 silver for a permanent alteration like this, but you can get the same effect with a cheap cup you probably already have!
A simple trick for a common issue in the #wizard community.
I have such a deep appreciation for those ambient tracks where a piano says something very slowly. When I'm overwhelmed, it's so useful to put on a song that opens up space to think in.
ARGLEBARGLEBARGLE!
How do I say "I know that I should recognize you, but my brain doesn't work in names and faces. It's a me-issue, not a you-issue, but if you need recognition I need more context" without sounding like an asshole?
Genuine question, I need help.
#socialskills #advice
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