The Happiness Thread

As a massive cat person, this makes me so happy

 

Finally broke down and got myself a mechanical keyboard. Though it's taking some getting used to, physically it's beast enough that I could bludgeon a bear to death with it then use it to tap out a confession note, and it's got this lovely metallic clack to it that I can only hope will annoy my housemates like their constant watching of reality TV with the volume way too loud annoys me.

 

A small window of Gamer Fatigue to get some writing done. Yeah.

 

Ooh, I got an MX Cherry... Red? for my birthday two years ago and I absolutely love it. Just bought a non-chiclet keyboard for my tablet as well, it was impossible for me to do any writing except at home.

Clackety-clack!

 

"Don't talk back."

 

Mine's cheap, so it's got Outemo Blue switches, but they're pretty much the same as Cherry Blues. They've got a very satisfying bump and clack to them that's getting surprisingly quieter as I learn how to type on the thing. I've also grown rather fond of the backlit keys. Even though I pretty skeptical about having this feature it's actually made writing a lot easier for me, but I imagine someone with good and proper typing skills would find it pretty useless.

 

I'd like backlit, but they didn't seem to be available. Whichever Cherrys (Cherries? Do proper nouns have irregular plurals? Italics for thoughts?) I have have the clackety feature.

If fits into the productive tropes for me, without going fullblown hipster:

 

Damn, son. I'm Impressed. It reminds me of Datamancers keyboards. The Sojourner would have been my first choice had I an extra thousand bucks kicking around.

 

No, that's not what I have, that's the hipster dee-luxe...

 

Congrats! Yeah, cats have that whole “stranger danger” thing firmly imbedded. Actually it’s more like “Holy shit! Stranger danger!!!!!!!” And, they hate the paparazzi.

 

It's pale blue dot day! The anniversary of Voyager I taking a picture of Earth as "a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam" in 1990.



That's not just dust on your screen. (Some of it probably is. Dust your screen more often, Izzy.) "That's here. That's home. That's us."

 

Please be a phallic reference! I mean, after all it's valentines day!




Speaking of which - happy valentines day to all my lovelies

 

D&D has always sounded so cozy to me... Like I want to gather around a table in a basement with my friends and play it through the night, but I've never played it and don't even know anyone who does and it'd be too much hassle to find a group because I'd want to play with my already existing friends... Who aren't really into that kind of thing and nobody even has a basement.

Wait, but this is the Happiness Thread...
Is drunk D&D a thing? D&D&D? Because that might also be fun.

 

I made a role playing game for newbies as a project at UNI. All role players knows to bring snacks and candies and things like that. These new people... brought booze!

 

I'll keep to a level of civil out of the gutter fun today here, so...

Then again there is always the bell, if you are up for an adventure.

 

Really, who does need Tinder when you got this writing forum?

Though I choose sex over mines any day of the week. Not really because of the sex, but more for my distrust in mines

 

That's sweet and horrible all at once!

 

I've done all that with boys, and a dungeon master. 1981 was an awakening, 1984 was puberty, virginity was sort of later.

 

I can't imagine a social gathering at my uni without booze. And they were still super boring, probably because no one played D&D (I'm convinced now).

I fondly remember playing Dark Souls 3 drunk, which was fun, at least for those of us who could play and got to laugh at the two poor souls who had never even touched the game before.

Then again, in revenge they made us play some card game I was absolutely terrible at and suicided myself out of the game in 5 min cos I couldn't bear the embarrassment.

Almost makes you believe in karma.

 

I am no longer allowed to play drunk D&D.

For... reasons. No further comment.

One time I played a bard. He fucked half the party and convinced three of them to have a polyamorous relationship.

He was a terrible bard. He could barely play the harp, and his spells never worked. He followed the party around singing songs about how great they were.

Anyway, long story short, he wasn’t actually a bard. That was a lie. He was in fact the best fucking assassin alive. He betrayed the party, murdered the paladin, and became the villain for a while.

He got in way over his head. Wound up getting taken captive by another villain. The party was so fond of him (even though he was evil) they dropped everything they were doing to go rescue him. He was so touched he wound up becoming a good guy again.

Anyway, D&D is definitely one of my favorite games.

Incidentally, that’s where my username comes from. His name was Cameron Smith, but he went by “Coyote.”

 

Stoma hole has gotten smaller. No burning for the past two days, and outside one spurt, no leakage.

 

How many wicks will you use?