This is Sadie. She was finally reunited with her human, astronaut Christina Koch, after her mom’s voyage around the moon took her the furthest any human has ever been from their dog. She can't wait to hear all about the universe. 14/10 (IG: astro_christina)

TTRPG about me

First game: Advanced Dungeons & Dragons 2e
Last game: Werewolf: The Apocalypse 5E
Longest game: Changeling: The Dreaming Second Edition
Favourite game: CtD5, plz?
Favourite mechanics: Alice Is Missing
Favourite art: @diterlizzi.bsky.social

Have fun! Say hi to @zen.r0b0.ca for me! :P

Ginny Di is dressed as a redheaded warlock. Small horns sprout from her forehead and there are arcane markings on her cheeks. With blackened fingertips, she holds a burned white cloak over her head. Text on the image reads "Reminder that you can simply decide that the mysterious cloaked stranger is hot. No one can stop you. This is your table."

In fact, every NPC can be hot. Try and stop me. I'll see you in court.

Boyfriend looking at woman meme. Boyfriend labled 1:59 am, girlfriend labeled 2 am. Other woman labeled 3 am.

I illustrated a Tunic playing card deck for @fangamer.com

Nothing makes having a tight deadline more fun than jamming it with someone else. Had that happen multiple times today!

Age verification?

I saved my first program to an audiocassette.

LOAD ""

the little fox from Tunic being happy

Am I aging out of proofreading? It feels like over half the games I've played recently have comma splices everywhere.

Maybe that's considered okay these days.

Oof.

And home. Another meeting that could have been an email.

Okay. We might be wrapping up two hours later. Spider-Man is asleep.

There is no life here. Only selfish arguing.

Still parkinggate. Ugh.

Literally a point of order has been brought up: “Y’all are being rude answering questions.”

It’s now in the minutes.

So is the speaker feedback.

Parkinggate! “I own two cars. Why doesn’t the building pay to make more parking spots?”

Well, we all would have to pay.

“Well, you should all pay. I can’t park ever.”

One of the condo officers has now called this guy “what’s-his-name” once and by the wrong name twice. Feels almost deliberate.

Arguments over the definition of “overdraft” have begun. Someone has already pounded a microphone with an open palm to try and drown out the president.

I mean, this dude is fighting the power from a blue sweatshirt and coke bottle glasses, but rude, dude.

There’s a warning that we have “a lot of varia” to discuss. I am now experiencing low-grade panic. Spider-Man is hugging someone who I assume is the equivalent of Uncle Ben and he has started to ask if it’ll be over soon. We’re six minutes in, kiddo.

Oh, no. There’s an eight-year-old kid here. He is dressed in a Spider-Man outfit, complete with mask. He’s gonna be SO BORED.

I mean, me, too. But this poor kid is gonna suffer. He’s all smiles right now. Proud of his costume. My heart goes out to you, little Spider-Man.

Over 120 chairs set out. We’re up to two dozen. We ostensibly start in 7 minutes.

I will keep my phone out. It’s for taking notes, I swear.

There are Tim Hortons donuts here, the kind that clearly were bought this morning and were sitting close to a radiator all day. Don’t know about the state of the coffee. But there’s also water!

Someone around my age has come in. He’s wearing a suit. I instantly feel 20% more like a schlub.

Condo board meeting. They’re playing a 2023 remix of California Dreamin’ for those waiting for this to begin.

They’re all way older than me, and I’m no spring chicken. The music is anathema to them. They’re complaining.

Now it’s a modern remix of Fly Me to the Moon. Shinji, get me TF outta here.

Yellow theatre poster that reads "REVOLT. SHE SAID." in black, followed by "REVOLT AGAIN." in red.

A new show from the Dawson Professional Theatre programme!

Preview night!

Saturday afternoon hockey is a decent way to wait out this cold snap. #GoVictoireGo

Dear diary,

I was going to make French toast on this -25 °C morning, but there is no maple syrup in my cupboards.

The light has gone out of my life

Not sure there's anything to forgive! If you feel you're on the right track, that's all we could ask for. It's great to see you again.

Might’ve been a regional thing, but we absolutely called them diskettes around here.

4-year-old crying in an IKEA at quarter to 8 p.m., I hear ya. You are relatable.