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[fleshwerks]

ungodly hours buried into Manor Lords and it's still at patch version 0.8.090

I started playing when it was rough as hell around the edges and it's come such a long way. really, really scratches my itch of 'micromanage everything'.

always and ever choosing a white shovel on yellow with black lozenges for heraldry. Has to be the shovel. Only the shovel. Nothing but the shovel.

[fleshwerks]

8 days, from Ritsem to Kvikkjokk on foot. I can't feel the big toe of my left foot and the toe and the 'knuckle' both look pale and slightly purple, so I guess all that ground pounding fucked with the blood supply.

I almost became a widow over one river crossing. But we lived. Currently in Kvikkjokk, slightly drunk and stuffed with fresh food instead of dry rations and dehydrated stuff.

I am glad we did it. I'm also glad to never return to certain sections of Sarek. Namely the Rapadalen valley during July. I hear it's wonderful during September though.

Basically trekked the horrid swampy woods by following european moose feces and footprints and animal trails. Thank god Eurasian moose and broen bears aren't that aggressive and would rather just smell you before they see you and gtfout of the way.

In eight days I became an animal trail, yrack and feces competent. And now I can read rivers. After almost becoming a widow like I said.

I'm glad it's over, but I'm sad to leave the place. Don't really want to go back to Brussels when there's an angry river flowing right outside my window. Decided to take a room because whilst I sleep like a baby in a tent regardless of weather, I'm just so sunburnt and battered that I opted for convenience. My limbs are absolutely covered in bruises, and I think the blood flow to my toes is slowly restoring because I've been feeling the kinds of pins and needles in my toe you feel when a sleeping limb is waking up.

Also, woke up to a herd of reindeer sniffing about our tent five days ago.

[fleshwerks]

And TV Lestat fans are weird as shit with regards to Regina as well. Mate your centuries old baby boy's soul pain ain't shit when he eats people like Regina every damned night like the mortals are cattle to be consumed, except at least humans usually don't attempt to fuck their cattle before they drain and eat them.

Tbh the whole show is insufferable to watch. I've never read Rice's books so no comment on that but the whole show is just cringe. Have to constantly look away.

[fleshwerks]

I don't give a shit about footy but even I will be smiling today as I watch Belgian flags being hung from every window on the street lol

A good note to go off grid in sweden on for two weeks. Good on ya, sportsball boys.

[fleshwerks]

Old art. I think this was Merrill?

[fleshwerks]

I was just stepping into the shower this morning when my husband rolls up with his laptop open, with news about tech bro Bryan Johnson revealing that he has an incurable autoimmune disease. A part of me is suspicious, like, is this a 'don't eat me' kind of ploy, but at the same time, my dad's autoimmune disease eats his lungs. Mine eats my intestines. I actually don't want the tech bros to suffer, I want them to either have a compassionate epiphany, or to just fucking die, but I had a big and beautiful laugh (that actually sounded nice instead of my usual donkey braying) in my bathroom's acoustic space when I read that with all this guy's resources, all his effort, everything he's tried to do, his guts are still killing him.

Death is a terrible and wonderful thing. Maybe this is what the 'hope' bit was in Pandora's jar. That even the worst pieces of shit will die, and make space for something new.

edit the sad part is I also think there's an agenda behind announcing the news about this setback. And then i keep wondering what other bullshit this ridiculously wealthy and sociopathic piece of shit will come up with to "mitigate" it, but here we are. I'll just catch a moment of happiness in knowing that all those doctors, all that crazy rich biohacking lifestyle, and you still ended up with an incurable disease. Until the next parcel of news comes along that somehow makes everything even more dystopian.

[vintage-ukraine]

Odesa Port. Steamboats by Oleksii Shovkunenko, 1933

[fleshwerks]

Outer Wilds' fandom is absolutely insufferable. Worst bunch of 'Oh you didn't like it? Try again until you like it, or if you don't, well not everybody can be as enlightened, nonlinear, adventurous and curious as me, so off you go, little sheep.'

[fleshwerks]

And those who are at least somewhat self-aware about how this game's fan spaces tend to draw in 'very smart bigbrain patient gamers' still can't help but load their commentary with a syrupy 'and it's ok if some people are dumb-dumbs with no attention span, let's hope one day they too will come to Jesus, I mean, how can anybody not love Jesus?'

[ratajota]

Hey there! I'm Ale, full-time illustrator and I'm always available for work ✌The harvest was Inadequate this month and not enough new work has come up so I've fallen into debt again.

Not taking full-blown painting with detailed background commissions for now as all slots are taken (thank you to those waiting!!)

You can see more examples of my work, some nice comments people have left me and process so you know it's a real person behind.

📨 Ready? Contact me at [email protected]!

💌 ko-fi for support

[ratajota]

Thanks to everyone for their inquiries, I'm officially out of the Hole. I'm still looking for more work so don't be afraid to reach out with your request :-)

[fleshwerks]

I don't suppose any of you live in the area of De Haan-Dunkerque-Calais-Lille-back to Gent?

I've already scoped out some museums and landmarks in the triangle, but if there's anything there, especially nature hikes or small places that an ordinary tourist wouldn't know to spot, let me know. We're quiet tourists, we mostly just want to walk and see. Ruins are fine, I'm thinking of the Dome, less for the exhibition and more for the chance to see the entire dread cement underground.

Or I could just walk the countryside. I think I'd prefer it, actually.

[fleshwerks]

Oop caldwell tanner catching strays from me just because i think the kaldwell dynasty in dishonored deserved to be eliminated alongside all the conspirators against the imperial throne in an act of mutual destruction

[fleshwerks]

Classic fansofcriticalrole subreddit:

'Nothing against Ashley Johnson personally, but... [long, incredibly personal rant about everything commenter fucking hates about Ashley, stopping just short of calling her the r-slur, but you just know that they really desperately want to.]'

Rancid fucking place, that.

[fleshwerks]

Here he is, sorry for ass quality

[fleshwerks]

My grandparents used to have a mutt called Muki. Muki was a collie mix, had a thick ass long black and tan coat. Smart and personable, completely untrained but did an incredible job following orders, getting recalled, siccing and never wandering outside our smallholding's borders. Patient with children, and helped me sort out an issue between me and a rooster who fucking hated me. I sicces Muki on him. He wasn't a killer (which can be an issue with mutt farm dogs with no training when you have free roaming ground birds), just a herder, and so he herded that bitch ass rooster into a hole. I pulled it out by the tail feathers and carried it around tucked under my arm for a bit.

That rooster never fucked with me again.

I miss that dog. Died of old age, just went into the forest one day and never came back, grandpa found him by the smell. Incredible communicator, he did those grunts/sneezes to signal happiness that I remember. I'm sure all dogs do them but I''ve never owned a dog so I wouldn't know, it's just something I remember.

Loooved swimming and fetching sticks, the little awawawuwuwu he did when he hard-braked mid-run once he reached the stick.

I have one photo of him and me. Maybe I'll find it, I digitalized it.

[fleshwerks]

And the worst thing is, my flat has poor ventilation. It's so damp and cold during a 7C+ winter here that I am wearing fingerless gloves, an icelandic sweater and like ten petticoats and three layers of socks topped with genuine wool socks and I'm still frosty because my nose and ears are freezing. And then we fully swing to the alternative, an equally humid heat. It's a fucking steam sauna here, except you have no aromatic oils and a cold pool to dunk into.

Meanwhile back in Estonia it's still cold as hell and we're looking at a second year of poor crops because it's cold. At least it's dry.

And this is onlynthe beginning of the turbocharged el niño.

[fleshwerks]

I also enjoy my Big Fan because it literally sounds like drone music. A lovely minor key note and variations and layers as it turns. Too bad it's just blowing hot air on me.

[nemfrog]

Cranes on a border. The baby's own Aesop. 1887. Walter Crane, whose signature visible at the lower right includes a stylized crane.

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