Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

corn liquor tastes sweeter in this town
could it be it's the same as the last?
I swear I seen your face before,
just as familiar as a bottle and a glass.
Hey darlin'! Sleepin' on the blacktop,
Hey darlin'! Runnin' through the trees, honey,
Hey darlin'! Leavin' for the next town
Less'n my sense catches up with me.

on a gatherin' storm comes a tall handsome man
in a dusty black coat with a red raht hand
*bell*

you may be familiar with the common types of hernias that you can get

so just settle down, let me clue you in

there's incomplete
strangulated
bladder
lumbar hernia
Richter's hernia
obstructed
inguinal
and direct

livin' with a hernia (rupture!)

The Battle on the Ice: April 5, 1242 (Peregrinus expectavi) https://youtu.be/HdC39ShxoUo via @YouTube

THRIPSHAW'S DISEASE! Discovered by ME, E Henry Thripshaw! I'll show them at the Royal College of Surgeons. I'll write a musical! I'll sell the film rights!

It really bothers me that the ADF (genocidal religious fanatics) have an acronym that similar to the ADL (who are kinda the opposite of genocidal religious fanatics)

It's a little like if the ACLU had a similarly named American Christian something which were arch conservatives.

Today I; did some cleaning, cut my hair, took out trash and recyclables, put in for a batch of jobs, cleared an inbox, did some grocery shopping, refueled the car, re-opened my UI claim. I have a load of laundry in the dryer, a load of dishes in the dishwasher, and have a Teams interview at 5.

I am now REALLY BURNED OUT, but there was no graceful way to not do all that, you know?

I hear her voice
calling my name
sound is deep
in the dark
I hear her voice
and I start to run
into the trees
into the trees

SHIFT TO HISPO! SHIFT TO HISPO!

right number one;
you have the right not to be killed,
murder is a crime!
(unless it's by a policeman, or an aristocrat)
these are your rights, know your rights!

right number two;
you have the right to food money!
provided you don't mind a little
investigation
humiliation
and possibly a bit of rehabilitation!
know your rights, these are your rights!

number three;
you have the right to free speech,
as long as you're not dumb enough to actually try it!
know your rights, these are your rights!

and from there to The Klezmorim, because I identify as Ashkenazic Jewish more than I identify as Romani.

Although admittedly the only one of these songs I know by heart includes selling horses, so.

I somehow went from "man the ballroom music in Van Helsing isn't very good Eastern European music" to Parno Graszt.

loudly proclaiming "Hawt el maht!" in my best Oded Fehr voice during the Van Helsing soundtrack

although I realize that the old bugaboo - "you could be a lot better/you need to be a lot better" - has been made relatively meaningless by the way I could be a lot better or worse and I'd still get those messages.

Living at a time when rampant greed and open religious fanatics, Nazis and bigots seem to be winning with no chance of losing, with planet-wide destruction looming, while a lot of my time goes to stuff I don't really like, is a really bad fit for having grown up with rampant greed and conservatives winning, planet-wide destruction looming, and a lot of my time going to stuff I utterly hated.

I'm really hoping that at some point external conditions will make it *easier* to grapple with my CPTSD.

have you ever considered that Link looks not unlike a Keebler elf and therefore other factions, like the fish people y'all wanted to fuck a few months back, probably *also* have people you don't see in game who make cookies?

AHA! I thought. I have spoons and potentially a guest in a few days, I'll do a little of the cleanup I've put off for a while and THEN I'll cut my hair! Sadly, I did some cleanup and am now trying to scrape together enough energy for cutting hair.

I'm really hoping that since it's getting towards summer, the accursed light of the sun will bring an end to the Cinto-Cintuenia or whatever they're having up there. I swear if they have a blood fountain like in 1e VtM and it leaks through the floor I'm calling the landlord.

Nobody ever writes vampire fiction about this. It's always Lord Greyholme is driving his Volvo when he falls hard for someone 1/20th his age, or Philippe's dysfunctional polycule with his Sire and his Childe or whatever. Never "man it sucks living in an apartment under vampires who've decided to throw some sort of Cinto-Cintuenia."

oh boy, I thought the upstairs neighbors were just having 0230 yelling and children running around. But now there's singing, so maybe someone's having a 0230 birthday party. I live under extroverted musical Latino vampires.

pausing in listening to "Peturbator" for "One More Kiss, Dear" while the rain pours down outside

I blame today's visit to the Redmond Barrens, chummer

@ZiaMacPine Thank you!

I mean whatever else this is all about the most important thing is making people a little happier. (People includes me.) Everything else is kinda a nice extra.