Waiting for them to cut my brace a bit to fit better around the knee area. Today is @pearlsquirrel’s 4th birthday, and it is also May Day! She’s getting a little tuna with dinner tonight. Mayday is a good nickname for her, mischievous little imp that she is.
Scenes from today. Men in black doodle after a brief but fun interaction with @footnotesfaulkner, a 3d printed sofa for Sisto and Harold to lounge on, a lovely duck date dinner at @hang10iceandcream with @maximillian_deersteak and cherry dip for her and chocolate raspberry for me. Additionally, @pearlsquirrel was a real sweetie this morning. I also printed up a diesel engine that might be of interest to the FIL.
Stayed in today; my back was acting up pretty fiercely. Yummy French toast strata for breakfast, and pad Thai noodles with veggies and some Impossible burger stir-fry for supper. Good stuff, and a little peppermint ice cream for dessert, too! Closing up the night with a viewing of Condorman! I’m enclosing a second doodle since I forgot to include one yesterday.
One of the monsters from D&D I never encountered, despite being one of the more interesting ones to me from flipping through the Monster Manual II (Apparently it first appeared in the The Hidden Shrine of Tamoachan module, and I thought it was in the Fiend Folio, but I guess I was mistaken).
The gibbering mouther is not regarded as an evil creature, but in order to sustain its mad self, it must feast upon the bodily fluids and sanity of mortal creatures, preferably intelligent ones. It attacks by spitting strings of protoplasmic flesh that end in a mouth and one or more eyes at opponents, which then bite them, causing both acid and blinding damage. When it has defeated an opponent, it swallows them whole and then proceeds to suck the bodily fluids and sanity. It is possible for the victim to cut their way out.
Having so many eyes, gibbering mouthers are difficult to sneak up on.
The weekend looms before us again. I wonder where the nexus of all realities will take us tomorrow? I am guessing a farmers market will be involved, at the very least.
Got some new shoes delivered today. They’ll be repurposed into a brace after I take them to the orthotics/prosthetics place. If all goes according to plan, I should have the brace two weeks after that.
Pearl has been exceptionally cuddly today, making it tricky to do the chores I wanted to accomplish, but I managed to squeeze more than a bit of work out, and now I am procrastinating on making dinner in the hope that maybe we can grab a little nibble outside of the house. If not today, perhaps we can hit Hang 10 for some french fries and/or Dole Whip this weekend, too.
Earth Day is coming soon! Will you be ready? What are your plans?
We will meet some of Max’s friends for an outdoor visit and a hopefully tasty milkshake at a nearby hot dog shack before the Great Reckoning of Azathoth or whoever munches on us like so many weed edibles on April twentieth, unless we can find a convenient way to continue beyond reality.
Pearl has a pretty solid lead on a way to translate us all into abstract concepts and, hopefully, back again, so we have that going for us. Smart kid.
Since I first thought about Nessie (or Chessie, or Champy, or Smithy), I’ve usually envisioned it as a “her”, and like to think that it has some sort of tentacle/antennae/horn dealie-bops on her forehead.
Smithy is an aquatic cryptid rumored to live in Smith Mountain Lake—a large reservoir created in the central highlands of Virginia in the United States by damming the Roanoke River in 1963. The first reported sightings of Smithy began in the summer of 1979. With few exceptions, most reported sightings have occurred very near the Smith Mountain Dam, either shortly after the warning alarms were sounded to signal the periodic activation of the dam’s hydroelectric turbines or while the turbines were running. While some locals speculate Smithy is an unusually large catfish, some sightings suggest this mysterious creature is more serpentine or reptilian in appearance.