Dave Percival

@tetrapod.bsky.social

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He/Him. Former Carpenter, occasional gamer + writer, proud dad and husband, hockey nut, fumbling gardener, and home cooking nerd.

The other day, I was in Western and an American woman (based on her shirt and accent) bumped into me. I said "sorry", even though it was entirely her fault, because I'm a Canadian and "sorry" should probably be in our National anthem. Anyways, she looked at me, and said "it's okay" and went on her way. I wanted to crosscheck her right then and there, and take the two minute minor.
Whispers on the abyss cover. A guy in a gas mask points away from himself, his face looking shocked.
It's just... Numbers. Formulae. If you can't see it, you ain't missing much.
A cartoon of a "sicko" looking through a window, saying "yes, yes, ha ha, YES!"
Hell Bender Cocktail Recipe: In one shot glass, pour 1 oz of lemon juice (perhaps with a tsp of citric acid and/or Sumac). In another shot glass, pour 1 oz of hot sauce In the serving shot glass, pour 1.5 oz of tequila. Swirl with a stir stick vigorously. Then, while it's spinning, pour the lemon juice from one side and the hot sauce from another. Drink (as a shot) while the three liquids are still swirling. A Rimmer of salt + sumac is licked before drinking, and it is chased by a lemon wedge.
Ice T in cyberpunk leathers, taken from the film Johnny Nmemotic (sp?)
Black and white image of a "crazy" from the rifts rpg. A weird smiling guy with a bunch of metal bits in his skull, with a joker-like smile plastered on his face.
Jet, from the animated series Avatar, woos a blushing Qatara
A shot of the white clad, bowler hat wearing droogs from Kubrick's A Clockwork Orange
Painting of a red and black gang member, covered in chains and flame art, with a cigar dangling from his mouth.
A vaguely naziesque guy on a motorbike, his helmet with some clown motifs.
A bunch of denim wearing punks hanging out of a heavily spray painted schoolbus.
Cover of the Traveller book, World Builders Guidebook. A strange alien landscape of unusual plants and animals is on the cover.
Poster map of the Trojan Reach
A letter I wrote my wife, about famous plane crashes in both her destination and departure cities.
AI trash.
My cat Burnzie, a gray tabby, peacefully asleep on a shelf in my greenhouse.
A very confident and cocky looking Milhouse (from the Simpsons) in fancy cowboy boots, a white button up shirt with cactus and cowboy themes, and a white cowboy hat with the conservative party of Canada logo. Hes basically dressed like Pierre Pollievre on his visit to Alberta, where a bunch of people who are meaner than me called him "cowboy Liberace". Anyways next to the meme (on a baby blue background!) are words from lil' PP's speech that day. "We will reinstall a warrior culture, and not a woke culture." What a way to own the libs, eh?
Doesn't look like much, to be honest. But if you could smell it? Holy cow.
Drawing of the Donosev Survey Scout - a weird looking ship that sort of looks like a speeder bike from star wars had sex with the letter "L" and then had a weird triangle baby.
The Trojan Reach map, on the floor. It's about 2 1/2 feet by 3 1/2 feet or so. You can see my feet at the bottom of the picture, but each foot is only 5/6 of a foot in length, which is weird.
Wikipedia style entry, which (in part) reads: Dolberg is one of the most stable planets in the Trojan Reach. It is officially classed as Government Type 9, Impersonal Bureaucracy, because there is no standard classification for 'Governed by Giant Psychic Symbiotic Whales'. The human population of Dolberg are descended from the crew of a long range Second Imperium colony ship. The indigenous population of Dolberg is the Hursuuun, the aforementioned giant psychic symbiotic whales, which lives deep down in the vast oceans. They are the rulers of the planet and speak with the human population via telepathy. The Dolbergers leave all complex decision-making up to their bottom-dwelling giant psychic whale overlords. What career to pursue, what tasks to perform, who to marry, where to live – everything is decided in the lightless depths by alien whales, connected to the Dolberger by the echinoderm lining his or her lungs. The Dolbergers are not slaves or mind-controlled thralls, and are apparently capable of independent thought and action. They simply find it distasteful, and cannot see why everyone does not live as they do. The Law Level on Dolberg is classification ‘D’, again because there is no official code for 'the criminal code is determined by the incomprehensible whims of alien whales, and you will be torn to pieces by an angry mob if you break any of their equally incomprehensible taboos.'
Same project, but now mounted on a piece of black poster board.
Printed out subsector maps for the Trojan Reach in Traveller, being cut up and mounted on poster board.
It'sa picture of my back deck, with a set of steps repainted, as well as a little table that was once used as a prep station for BBQ. The colours are an orange ("cheddar cheese"), a forest green ("mother nature") and a very white grey ("rippled rock"). I've missed spots, have lazy brush strokes, and paint has dropped onto other colours below. Luckily, that's a job for future Dave, and that guy is a total bum.
More yarn! More faces! Charlie Day would be proud.
Bulletin board with suspects connected to each other by string, Charlie Day style.
The isle of dread, baby!
Traveller map, showing the amber world of Islent, and a route leading to Keltchner, four parsecs away.
The Cover of the Isle of Dread - a bunch of Viking dudes fight a weirdly proportioned green T Rex.
An old tv remote control, zap strapped to a foot long or so off cut of a 2x4.
Mongoose Traveller, 2nd Edition.
Blood sugar readings, dipping into the 8.0-11.0 range, going up, and then down, over and over again.
A line drawing of yours truly, done by an eight year old. My finger is in my nose.
My dearest wife; I have secured a post away from the front lines. While I can hear the thunderous sounds of battle, I am far enough away from the furor to afford myself some semblance of safety. A tumultuous cry arouses the spirits, and I fear for my soul momentarily before I reminded that my soul is safe, for it always in your hands. To recall that the only threat these diminutive warriors pose is merely to my earthly form is comforting, this is true. But still, I cannot help the shivers of terror that race down my spine when the enemy shouts their battle cry: "Sweet Caroline, ba ba ba". It is a rebel yell that causes the faces of my compatriots to freeze in a rictus, caught between a grin and a scream. Oh, it's the chicken dance. This is my song. Gotta go. Until we meet again, Your loving and obedient servant.
A beautiful whisky sour (vegan!) with a purple and yellow violet as a garnish.
A jig made out of scrap lumber, on a table covered w tools and sawdust. The jig is designed to make right angle cuts into a 2x12.
Write up of the Hurricane Class small Trader
Run down building home to a "church" whose logo is the earth on fire.
A very quick photo of my pink Azaleas, repotted on my back deck.
Facebook post that ends w yours truly being an idiot.
Shot of my word document, describing how scavengers explore the mosslands. "Rather than exploring an area hex by hex, scavengers instead explore areas that pique their interest (or stoke the ever burning fire for loot, Loot, LOOT!)"
A charcuterie with toasted baguette, hummus sprinkled with sumac and olive oil, cashews, gin soaked olives, pickles, blueberries, smoked cheddar cheese, cucumbers, and a poached egg topped with chili garlic sauce.
A scrap piece of cardboard, covered in my messy handwriting, outlining the big ideas of my exploration chapter (at least, the big ideas I need to organise).
Covers of West End Games' seminal TTRPG, the d6 Star Wars rpg. This shows the original RPG book, as well as the "Star Wars Sourcebook". Both are grand.
A very fancy hex map of the Eclipse board. Seriously, this game is so goddamn pretty.
Cover of the fourth edition dungeons and dragons players handbook. An armoured dragonborn dude and a wizard woman in a low cut red dress prepare for battle.
Picture of a damaged Conan the Barbarian, with fire and crows in the background. He looks PISSED.
Picture of a game, with one of these player boards in the foreground.
Cover of the board game Eclipse. An alien looks upon a space station while spaceships fly by, all in bisexual lighting.
Picture of my WIP document, titled "combat".
A picture of a hover, which could maybe be described as a walking starfish, with another starfish at the end of each ray. They look really weird, is what I'm saying.
Movie poster with a stylized clown face, with vampire teeth, titled "red nose III: the Bloodening". The tag line is "death is strictly funny business"
Still of Bob Newhart from his 70s show, on a phone
My daughter Scout in a pink hoody, facing away from the camera. She's holding my Nikon DSLR framing a photo, while wearing my headphones. The Nikon strap is around her neck, and her brownish red hair is pulled back in a short low ponytail.
My tuxedo cat Omelette sitting on a bed his front arms acting like a humans. He looks like he needs a scotch.
Burnzie, my gray tabby idiot son, is sleeping on a bed. He is stretched out fully, on his side, and is around a meter long. He looks CONTENT, and his front paws are close together, slightly curled.
A bit from my ttrpg WIP. It describes how scavengers cherish their water bottles above all else, and will use them as grave markers should it come to that. Also, giving another scavenger your water bottle is the highest honour to be given. It's for a post apocalyptic game, for what it's worth.
A line Art drawing of a dwarf, where all shadows are done with hatching or solid black spaces. The dwarf has a beard, a spiky helmet, an axe, and a round wooden shield. He is wearing scale mail armour, and seems a bit thinner than many dwarves. Behind him is an open door, lit in white.
My cat, Burnzie, swaddled in an old baby blanket on my lazy-boy chair. He's a gray tabby, and his eyes are happily closed. The Little guy loves being wrapped in blankets.