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Glasgow didn't come out of lockdown with the rest of Scotland because there's a cluster of the new variant here. It's kind of fortunate for me that I'm not allowed people inside my house at the moment, because anyone who came in would have questions, such as Why did you buy a six foot long fuzzy snake for your dog to play with? and How much did you pay for the six foot long fuzzy snake? and Was your dog interested in the six foot long fuzzy snake for more than approx. five minutes after you brought it into the house? none of which I am in any way prepared to answer. Someone was reminding me the other day that Glasgow was put into a two-week 'circuit-breaker' lockdown in September of last year and we're still frickin' in it, so I guess at this stage it's whatever it takes to get you through the day.
In good news my foster dog went home! I'd had to put my foot down and say that, look, I love Charlie but I can't keep him indefinitely, so his original owner took him back and decided to give himself a month to see if he could manage Charlie, and if not he'd have to be rehomed. I have to say, my hopes were not high. Charlie had been with me for three months and I'd done a fair bit of training with him. Nothing fancy-schmancy, but he'd never been trained at all, so it was super basic stuff like sit! and stop chewing my nose. Yeah, the dog was nearly five years old, forty kilograms, and had never been taught bite inhibition. Yikes. Like, I'm not an expert in dog training - God knows I have problems with Freya's behaviour - but I know the basics, so I took Charlie home, talked his owners through the work I'd done with him, and what I thought might be helpful moving forward, and it worked! No one was more surprised than me, but faced with the possibility of losing his dog Charlie's owner really committed to putting the work in, and Charlie, because he's a Good and Clever and Handsome Boy is thriving in a world where there are rules and boundaries. So they get to stay together! Happy endings for everybody!
I have been leaning into this whole 'walking everywhere' thing, which between getting to and from work, getting to the shops, and walking Freya can add up to more than four hours of walking every day. This, like broccoli, is probably good for me. And this, like broccoli, does not mean I have to be happy about it. I have started listening to Critical Role - interspersed with The Weekly Planet and the back catalogue of You're Wrong About all of which fit what I look for in a podcast which is a) are there four hundred hours of this (y/n?) b) does it sound like some people who like each other are having a conversation to which I am only half listening (y/n?) But it got me thinking about how I've never actually played D&D, and my sole experience with table top role playing games is a single campaign of Cyberpunk 2020. I have this friend who had GM'd a long running Cyberpunk game years and years ago, but hadn't had a chance to after he had a wean. And he was only so excited when I said I'd be into trying it. So he spun up a little mini-campaign just me and him as GM. And it was...kinda fun. I liked rolling up a character, I liked the role play and the improv, but I could not have cared less about the world. Like, my friend kept loaning me book after book to catch me up on the lore of the game, and I just could not make myself care. And I felt really bad, because he was so happy to have someone to play with, and he was a really good GM - he even bought me my own set of dice! - but it was a sucky mismatch that the only game he was interested in was one I for the life of me could not vibe with.
I am spending my weekend finishing my Fandom5k fic, which is the first fic I've written this year, and I don't know if it's any good, nor do I know if it's what the recipient had in mind, but God I've missed making words.
In good news my foster dog went home! I'd had to put my foot down and say that, look, I love Charlie but I can't keep him indefinitely, so his original owner took him back and decided to give himself a month to see if he could manage Charlie, and if not he'd have to be rehomed. I have to say, my hopes were not high. Charlie had been with me for three months and I'd done a fair bit of training with him. Nothing fancy-schmancy, but he'd never been trained at all, so it was super basic stuff like sit! and stop chewing my nose. Yeah, the dog was nearly five years old, forty kilograms, and had never been taught bite inhibition. Yikes. Like, I'm not an expert in dog training - God knows I have problems with Freya's behaviour - but I know the basics, so I took Charlie home, talked his owners through the work I'd done with him, and what I thought might be helpful moving forward, and it worked! No one was more surprised than me, but faced with the possibility of losing his dog Charlie's owner really committed to putting the work in, and Charlie, because he's a Good and Clever and Handsome Boy is thriving in a world where there are rules and boundaries. So they get to stay together! Happy endings for everybody!
I have been leaning into this whole 'walking everywhere' thing, which between getting to and from work, getting to the shops, and walking Freya can add up to more than four hours of walking every day. This, like broccoli, is probably good for me. And this, like broccoli, does not mean I have to be happy about it. I have started listening to Critical Role - interspersed with The Weekly Planet and the back catalogue of You're Wrong About all of which fit what I look for in a podcast which is a) are there four hundred hours of this (y/n?) b) does it sound like some people who like each other are having a conversation to which I am only half listening (y/n?) But it got me thinking about how I've never actually played D&D, and my sole experience with table top role playing games is a single campaign of Cyberpunk 2020. I have this friend who had GM'd a long running Cyberpunk game years and years ago, but hadn't had a chance to after he had a wean. And he was only so excited when I said I'd be into trying it. So he spun up a little mini-campaign just me and him as GM. And it was...kinda fun. I liked rolling up a character, I liked the role play and the improv, but I could not have cared less about the world. Like, my friend kept loaning me book after book to catch me up on the lore of the game, and I just could not make myself care. And I felt really bad, because he was so happy to have someone to play with, and he was a really good GM - he even bought me my own set of dice! - but it was a sucky mismatch that the only game he was interested in was one I for the life of me could not vibe with.
I am spending my weekend finishing my Fandom5k fic, which is the first fic I've written this year, and I don't know if it's any good, nor do I know if it's what the recipient had in mind, but God I've missed making words.