I keep getting wine errors when I try to start Clip Studio Paint with bottles

GM! This is a reminder: Wear your helmet. Your chances of being decapitated by the dark riders are low but never zero.

When I finally master linux enough to ditch windows, I'm going to have my nibbas (which is probably YOU, the people reading this) write a one word at a time letter to Microsoft, written on an expertly drawn image of an old man's dangly balls with the caption "this was drawn using linux :D" like a modern day Reply of the Zaporozhian Cossacks, but probably with a lot more N-words.

Look what I found while rummaging through my clips and screenshots!

GA! I busted out the paint and started with my pumpkin ornament, the spookyposter bust, and the dragon snowglobe. I've been thinking this won't come out very great, but I think someone nearby will be impressed with it, even though I am not. I feel next year I can do even better. Make the dragon cuter, less pointy (because it is raining hellfire upon my poor dry brush :( ) and bigger so I can get the most out of my snowglobe kit.

I sometimes use Gmod to conceptualize things. Here I'm conceptualizing my halloween 3D printing project for next year.

I really want to record the halloween rider for Rode Redemption but it's frustrating to play and I keep getting utterly humiliated each time.

Yeah no, to hell with this.

I'd rather clean the haunted house in Viscera Cleanup Detail

Hot take: Hasan Piker should be thrown into a gladiator arena with armed crackheads in animal masks.

https://youtu.be/9_M3uw29U1U?si=32S2PWQZ1dgAhRMI Some whelptunes from a man about to try running linux on his main computer.

My linux exploration has just gone sidways, it seems.

GM!

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/NpxkdwfJaec

pumpkin friend is going mad, sees his doom at hand
It's true, my little pumpkin friend, you'll return to the land
Hush my little pumpkin friend, there's no need to mourn
Just give me your pumpkin seeds, next year you'll be reborn

Next year I'm getting an airbrush for my larger projects.

Apu finds himself alone in the dark forest. It is a tenebrous place stepped in paranormal occurances, supernatural activity, or in layman's terms, 'ghosts and goblins and other such jiggerypookery.'

But with a busted tail light, it was either trek alone through the twisting tunnel of trees... or go through Mt. Luther King st. Apu would rather take his chances with-

What was that!? A noise!? A thundering noise... and it's coming closer!

The thundering of hooves and the clanking of armor come ever closer! It's the Dark Rider! Run, apu!

The forest clears into an ancient graveyard and a castle on the horizon! Weave through the headstones, apu! Maybe he won't be able to catch you!

He's still after you! With supernatural reflexes, his hellish steed dodges the headstones that almost slowed your passage enough. Flee into the old castle, and you might yet lose him!

A dead end! It's as though the stones of the castle themselves obey the dark riders command! Everywhere but the courtyard there are collapsed passages, crawlspaces that would do little but expose your enlarged buttocks to the dark rider's sabatons. There's nowhere to run, and the dark rider looms over. He reaches into his cloak, near the hilt of his assuredly cursed blade...

A leathery 'plap' rings out on the stone in front of you... it's a Garfield wallet. YOUR Garfield wallet. The Dark Rider even stuck a few extra dollars in there seeing that you had lost some. He takes you back home, but first to a dairy queen to get a pumpkin pie blizzard... and maybe a laundromat.

And so, children, the moral of this story is... umm... if a dark rider chases you through the forest, check your pockets in case your wallet fell out?