Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

This is definitely one of those face down in a pile of stuffed animals moods. Definitely not a want to be an adult taking care of myself headspace.

I mean the whole thing with the day job is something theoretically emotionally useful; now that I am less self-hating, can I hit a technical skill which is too difficult for me to learn (note other qualifiers too), WITHOUT getting completely lost in self hate as a coping mechanism?

And the answer might be yes, and possibly the childhood answer I have been engineered to fail (this WAS true as a kid, it might not be true here) but fuck this is uncomfortable.

@anthracite imho mixing *anything* with "Closer" automatically makes it hilarious. This might be one of those things like how I think anything involving Elvis or the Ark of the Covenant is immediately funny.

@ancient_catbus I didn't do ANYTHING! I was over here thinking paladinic thoughts.

... okay, to be fair Rogue One wasn't really about Space Wizard Samurai, but there WAS Space Wuxia.

Also, do vans in the Star Wars universe have murals of Jedi?

here's where I piss off nearly everyone by suggesting Solo is the best Star Wars movie because all the others were about the awesomeness that is SPACE WIZARD SAMURAI and Solo was just a batch of grimy lowlives trying to survive during a galactic recession and far right regime.

@electrickeet Writing to limits intended as a composing challenge, or just really wanted to go for that specific sound?

*attempts to double jump*

Danger Down Deep by Robert Russell Bennett on 1958 RCA Living Stereo LP. https://youtu.be/JRfWIMEr8j4 via @YouTube

Voyage Into Fate by Robert Russell Bennett on 1958 RCA Living Stereo LP. https://youtu.be/gYwZfJdJTOA via @YouTube

4:10-4:30 is that even what jungles in Micronesia sound like?

you put de lime in de coconut and mix them all together
you put de lime in de coconut and then you feel better
I said DOCTOR I broke apart my insides
I said DOCTOR! I've got no soul to sell
I said DOCTOR! The only thing that works for me
Help me think I'm somebody else
you put de lime in de coconut and mix it all up

I CAN BE A GIRL SHE CAN BE ME
I CAN LIVE MORE SHE CAN BE FREE
I DON'T EVEN CARE
WE COULD BE ALL FREE
SHE SAID
SHE SAID
SHE SAID
SHE SAID
INSTRUMENTAL!

"Money," Flying Lizards => "Workin' in a Coal Mine," Devo => "Turnaround," Devo => "Even in His Youth," Nirvana

maybe that's what I can do with my weekend, I can go to Grays Harbor and be depressed THERE instead

all day long I'd zig a zig ah
if I were a wealthy man, HEY!

I really want, I really want, I really want,
I really want to ZIG A ZIG AHHHHH.

y'made the mistake and judge a man by his race
y'go through life with egg on y'face!
woke up in the mornin' peculiar feelin'
looked up and saw egg drippin' from da ceiling!
family, punk rocks, da businessman
I'll dog ev'rybody with the egg in my hand
not like the crack that y'put in a pipe
but CRACK on y'head! Here's a towel! NOW WIPE!

cash flow gettin' low so I had to pull a job!
I found a nice place t'visit, but a better place to rob!

I’m not a perfect person, I am not a Buddha. I don’t know everything. I’m just a shitty little coyote, and frankly “shitty little coyote” should be good enough, and should always have been good enough, dammit.

These people have made me miserable, not just kinda unhappy for four days out of the last five and I don’t think that’s just me being overdramatic or whatever I think it’s their shit

People like this were all over my childhood. What was I going to think other that I was stupid, innately inept and getting everything wrong? I fucking operated a particle accelerator, graduated college, learned how to drive and fence and draw, etc, all COMPLETELY CERTAIN I was irredeemably stupid and inept thanks to stuff like this, and only being trained that s**cide was an unforgivably hurtful action is nearly the only reason it didn’t literally kill me.