And Steal Their Gold, Then Give It To The Poor So That They Can Afford Weapons To Kill The Rich And Give

snug like a bug in a rug

Went to the World Taxidermy Show up in Missouri, it was pretty amazing.

Since I hate flying I drove there, and since I have a short attention span I made a lot of stops along the way.

Day 1 was coming to a close and I still hadn’t figured out where I was going to park for the night since planning ahead is for losers. Instead I picked a nearby state park at random and hoped for the best, and got it.

Providence Canyon state park in southern Georgia.

Apparently it’s the result of people messing up farming? I don’t know how you screw up growing plants badly enough to create a miniature replica of the grand canyon, but there you go. Hiking down into the canyon is easy enough, but coming back up with the royal bowling ball in my backpack was Not Great.

Onward I drove, watching the countryside gradually change. Soon something strange and unexpected began to appear along the roadsides.

Rocks!

Holy shit, just wild rocks laying around! Can you imagine?

Absolutely charmed and also concerned that I’d better pull over somewhere to get a closer look at these babies before I drove past them entirely, I pulled into Rickwood Caverns state park. 

Wasn’t feeling the paid mile-long hike through the depths of the earth just then, but there sure were a lot of rocks!

Moderately satisfied by the number and quality of wild rocks encountered, I moved on to Springfield Missouri for the convention. Antsy in the city, I utterly failed to take advantage of the convention events and instead fucked off to look at even more rocks.

Goddamn, would you believe this? These are the biggest rocks I’ve ever seen. Of course I climbed one. Then I remembered that I’m getting a little old to be clambering up rocks, and acutely aware of how breakable my bones are, and sheepishly climbed down.

Oh yeah, here’s a queer interspecies poly goose family and there’s nothing you can do about it.

I left the city as soon as I was done with the dealer room and had pictures of everything, lured by the siren call of a town called Hot Springs.

First though, a brief stop through a park in the mountains.

More rocks! And WATER! At the same time! Holy shit, what a world we live in. Did I shovel particularly enticing damp rocks into my pockets as I walked along? You bet your ass I did.

Onwards and upwards, into the Ozarks! And up, and up, at some point figuring out that you’re supposed to change into 2nd gear. Eventually the scenery was just too much and I desperately pulled over into a scenic overlook at a mountain top. This is so high, oh man. For added context my home town is 15 feet above sea level.

Slate! Just a whole wall of slate with water trickling down! Yes, obviously I stuffed more damp rocks into my pockets. It was time to move on though, the town of Hot Springs still called to me.

Oh, but there was time to stretch my legs at the Iron Springs state park. 

Finally though, we were closing in on the destination. Hot Springs, a town named for hot springs! Oh man, rocks have been pretty great so far, and springs continue to impress; I just cannot wait to see what adding geothermal activity to that mix looks like!

So hey, guess what? There aren’t actually hot springs for you to visit in motherfucking Hot Springs.

Bitter, but less bitter than I would otherwise be if I hadn’t spent the day driving through the most extravagantly fabulous roads you can imagine, I continued on towards home as it began to drizzle.

It was still raining the next day, putting a literal damper on any urge to explore. Still, a petrified forest in Mississippi? Drizzle or not, who could possibly resist that?

There was a giftshop full of rocks, and an overpriced lump of common sandstone from out further west polished into a sphere like a sandy gas giant replica caught my heart.

Kept moving, ended up in a skeezy gambling town. Tried to eat my lunch on a public dock, dumb mutt rushed into the gross water. No, stop…

I ended the day on the Gulf, hoping the morning would hold better things.

It held a bland beach and a dead remora, which I only barely resisted dragging along with me as a souvenir.

Back in Florida, but in less of a hurry this time. 

Moruti was unimpressed with the legendary Fountain of Youth, but perked up when she noticed a squirrel.

It turns out there -is- a waterfall in Florida, and it falls into a sinkhole. Because of course it does.

Now I’m back after a week, getting things back in order, catching up on responsibilities, settling into work mode again. Ignoring the phantom weight of a sandstone sphere for now.

i’ve heard a lot of people talk about the EXCELLENT potential of a high intelligence/low wisdom dnd character (i.e. an brilliant academic who keeps setting their dumb ass on fire because they always store their wand in their back pocket)

but i’ve not seen any posts about the equal potential of a high wis/low int character (i.e. someone incredibly perceptive who gives deep and meaningful reassurance to their friends and then 5 minutes later asks what a can opener is)

By See Bang

Reblog to let your followers know you are a safe person to come out to.

i just want one (1) original post of mine to be famous

A big excuse i hear when i talk about things not being accessible to disabled people is “well it wasnt on purpose. They just didnt think of it like that” or “they didnt do it cause they hate disabled people, they just forgot”

When i complained about how into the spider-verse, along with other movies, has flashing lights that caused seizures and has no made it so disabled people cant even be safe watching a movie, it was “oh well, they didnt mean to make it that way! They just didnt know. You cant hate them for not knowing” despite the fact this is a hugely common complaint made towards movies, especially action movies, and theres almosy always papework they need to fill out for safety precaution.

Or when i complained that there will be places that have three sets of stairs but no ramp or elevator, i got “well its not that they dont want disabled people there, they just didnt think to put one in”

Or when disabled people who play video games went to twitter and brought up the fact many are not safe and the controllers arent as accessible as they should be, they were slammed with the excuse “well how were people supposed to know disabled people played video games?”

The list goes on. And what people dont get is that not knowing isnt an excuse, forgetting us isnt an excuse, excluding us simply because you didnt think to include us isnt an excuse for excluding us.

Ignorant ableism is still ableism, accidental ableism is still ableism and theres no excuses anymore.

You cant just “accidentally” forget disabled people exist, you cant just make a whole movie using lights that, for decades, have been criticized for being life threatening to disabled people and then have fans defend it with “well they didnt know”. You cant just say “its okay that this franchise made a dangerous video game and this corporation made consol after consol not accessible because they didnt think disabled people could play video games, and have that be a valid excuse.

Theres no valid reason why disabled people cant watch movies, go to places, and play games without it being accessible and safe, theres no valid reason to forget we exist.

Theres no valid reason to not include us, theres only ableist reasons. And sometimes that reason is “they hate disabled people” and other times its “they forgot about disabled people cause they never bothered to remember” or its “they didnt think to include disabled people because they dont care”.

Stop excusing this shit.

*googles ‘how to nominate reporter for Peabody Award’* x

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