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a consequence of drinking very rarely is that I frequently underestimate how much booze I have put in a thing

so it is like 2pm and I am Hella Buzzed from a lil Baileys hot choc I decided to have as a treat

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(a conversation at the dojo.)

[S]: So what have you been doing with your time off? [Me]: Well, I went to a convention last weekend. [S]: What kind of convention? [Me]: A gaming convention (PAX). [S]: Oh, that's right, you're a geek. [Me]: A geek who can kick your arse. [S]: Yeah, I forgot about that part.

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i must not get takeout. takeout is the wallet-killer. takeout is the little-death that brings total obliteration. i will face the kitchen, fridge, and pantry. i will make choices about what to cook and then execute them. when hunger is gone there will be nothing. only i will remain.

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Humor me, Tumblr,

Your extremely nerfed fairy godmother appears and offers to magically resurrect one discontinued corporate food item for you, in perpetuity.

What do you ask her for?

Personally I'm still pining for peanut chexmix.

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Okay we're talking about Baldur's Gate 3

So, I'm eyeball deep in the brain rot and I want to talk about the shit I've done so far across like three and a half playthroughs. Spoilers ahead, ye be warned, blah blah.

Favourite Quest: I really fucking loved the House of Hope. I've played enough RPGs to know that making a deal with a demon is a bad time so I turned Raphael down flat. His boss fight when I raided his place for the Orphic Hammer was EXCELLENT and I could vibe to his villain theme song for ages. It's a sign of good writing when I enjoy smacking the crap out of an antagonist.

Stupidest Thing I've Done: So there's an elevator platform in the Temple of Shar in Act II. And sometimes your party is Not Good at all being on the platform when you pull the lever. So Astarion, bless his pointy ears, got left behind down the bottom of the shaft. Fine, I sent the lift back down to pick him up. Only... he didn't move out of the way. This is how I learned that yes, lift platforms can insta-squash your companions. There was some mashing of F8 involved.

Least Favourite Quest: The Iron Throne fucked me up, man. I'm one of those must save everyone types and it gives me so much anxiety trying to save everyone down there. Even with about 20 scrolls of Dimension Door I am not looking forward to my next run through that thing.

ETA: okay the Iron Throne was fine with a metric fuckton of Potions of Speed. but godDAMN saving all the gondians at the iron foundry was FUCKING AWFUL, they have NO SELF PRESERVATION fucksake

Big Brain Moment: First playthrough, during the Cazador fight, I wondered what would happen if I had Shadowheart whip out her Daylight spell. Carnage. Carnage happened. Cazador never stood a chance. I thoroughly enjoyed stomping him into jam.

Core Party: My main run was with a Storm Sorcerer, and I mostly worked around that. Astarion basically never left the party because my Tav cannot pick locks for shit. Since my Tav is a glass cannon I needed Shadowheart a LOT to stop the whole dying thing. Last slot was usually Karlach because a) tank, and b) Karlach can GET IT.

Romance: Look, this game might as well be subtitled Bi Panic, because I was all set to romance Astarion when Karlach happened. I did go for Astarion, but my next playthrough with my bard is all Karlach all the time.

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The worst thing about Twitter being burned to the ground by a megalomaniacal rich grandstanding creepy shitlord is that I have the Baldur's Gate III brain rot REAL BAD and I've had to abandon the platform I'd normally use to screech into the void about it.

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reblog this and tag the first vine that comes to ur mind. mine is the one of the people yelling at cabbage

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@pangur-and-grim

I know you’ve done a ton of these, but I’ve been reading your cat colour genetics posts and I’m now insanely curious. I always thought my mother’s cat was a silver tabby, but now I’m pretty sure she’s... not? She’s definitely got some kind of tabby pattern but the colour terms escape me.

I’m also adding a pic of my own cat at the end. I know she’s a bog-standard tortie and white, but I want to show off her super striking face markings!

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How well do you see color?

I’m cry I scored 60, I feel blind

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Washing your hands for 20 seconds alignment chart:

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What post was drferox answering to???

Are you referring to the series of back and forth posts between her and me? If so, voila: https://weirding-way.tumblr.com/post/185398334413

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drferox replied to your post: 

Don’t worry, I would be weird enough for the both of us

We’d get along just fine, then.

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@drferox replied to your post

drferox said: I will be thoroughly unprepared if that ever happens. If you studied at unimelb you might have been in the same year level as my recent grad vet.

(holy shit, hi!)

I studied in Adelaide, so nope on that count. But I’ve gotten to know a few unimelb graduates in my year equivalent and below through another recent grad at my clinic.

If we ever do meet in person I promise to try not to be super weird about the internet thing. However I may have to drop in a “thanks for all the advice” somewhere.

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Idk if my question went through or not, so I’m gonna ask again to make sure. What does anaam esaam mean?

Must have gotten eaten by tumblr since this is the first time I’ve ever seen this question.

It’s a bad pun from a video game series I play called Dragon Age.

“Anaan esaam Qun” means “Victory is in the Qun” in the language of the Qunari people (the Qun being their… creed, I guess).

So I use it to mean “victory is in the queue”. It’s only funny if you’ve played the games, really.

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Have you met dr ferox? Do you know of her (perhaps through the grapevine) since you live in Australia?

I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting Dr Ferox, though it’s likely we’ve come close. The vet industry is a small one and we do practice in the same city, but it’d be SUPER CREEPY to go up to anyone at a vet conference or seminar and say HEY I READ YOUR BLOG.

I’m actually not sure what name she practices under, but I don’t particularly care to find out. Because again, SUPER CREEPY.

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I’m trying valiantly to figure out why I like this song, but I can’t figure it out. So I’m gonna listen to it on repeat until hearing it makes me physically nauseous.