I mean, what else is there to say? Dimension 20 - On A Bus was one of the greatest first episodes of D20 to date. Incredible players, stellar setting, and AMAZING DM-ing by Katie! For a first time running a game, she absolutely NAILED it. I had my doubts, but if there’s anyone who can fill Brennan’s American Girl Shoes, it’s her. @dropoutdottv@dimension20official@gamechangershow, if you need someone to do character art for the new season, I’m your man!
“Nobody’s going to want to sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours to get from New York City to LA.”
Me. I will sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours. I’ll sit on it for days. I’ll write and read and nap and eat and then do it all over again. I’ll stare out the windows and see America from ground level and not have to drive. I’ll see the Rockies and the deserts and cornfields and the Mississippi River and your house and yours and yours too. I’ll make up stories in my head about the small towns I see as we go along. I’ll see the states I’ve yet to see because driving or flying there is a fucking slog and expensive to boot. I’ll enjoy the ride as much as the destination. And then I’ll do it all over again to come the fuck home.
Me getting slammed with notifications on this post in particular:
Americans will drive 15 hours, why the hell wouldn’t we take a 15 hour train ride.
Bro I did the driving for 4 days running to get across the country. (And it sucked every mile of the way!) You think I wouldn’t pay money to sit back in the lap of not-having-to-do-the-driving luxury and get all the way there in a quarter of the time it took me to do it (miserably) myself? That’s vacation time babeyy! You can’t read, sleep, or do your small lap-crafts when you’re the one driving. Let the landspeed torpedo do the driving and the world is my dang relaxation oyster. And you mean I get to look out the window and actually see stuff while I’m at it? As a bonus? And I get to stay on the ground? You’ll never catch me flying or driving again.
My favorite grocery store cashier died a few months ago. I know this probably sounds like a bizarre thing to be sad about. Her name was Judith and I only saw her once or twice a week, and only while I was paying for groceries. But even now, months later, I think of her when I’m at the grocery store. She used to save the ends of receipt paper rolls when they only had a foot or two left on them and give them to me, which I never asked her to do, but the first time she did it she held one out to me and said “you look like someone who would make a craft out of this,” and I laughed because she was right. I do save them to put in geocaches and letterboxes. Our small talk was about the weather and the weekend and aren’t those cookies good? They’re so expensive though. But it’s worth it.
I’m just saying. If you ever sit around wondering whether you’d be missed if you disappeared off the face of the earth, the answer is probably yes, very much, and probably by more people than you think.
Pouring one out for the Judiths of the world. They’ve been so good to me.
gender essentialism is soooo funny bc it’s like “this is what women are like” and you’re like “I’ve met women and many of them, if not the majority, have not been like that” and it’s like “well women SHOULD be like that” and you’re like “why should women be like that” and its like “because that’s what women are like”
