Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

@frost just sometimes I REALLY feel more female than not, and this is definitely one of those nights.

oh dear

gender feels again

Hey kids have I indulged in completely nauseating hero worship towards either Mike Ploog or Claire Wendling lately?

Because they’re more awesome than I am ever going to be, and all I can do is copy their stuff to analyze and wonder why I hadn’t figured out what seems intuitive to them.

Gender is a performance, and I’ve been told mine is some action movie or serious captain of industry biopic, when I actually want it to be a stoner buddy roadtrip pic.

Oh yeah my favorite Zeppelin tracks, “Woman (the Straight Song),” “Gratuitous Tolkien Reference,” and “Whoa I Bet a Peanut Butter Omelette Would Taste Awesome”

first I made myself go back to bed, and didn’t sleep great, but then I made myself leave bed, then I made myself leave standing under very hot water, then I made myself leave a very comfortable coffee shop so that I could be on the road in a physically dangerous and emotionally unsatisfying way

damn. I'm winding down for the weekend and masturbating to my weird kinks and REALLY INTO IT, and suddenly there's sirens and people running around and someone asking repeatedly "do we need to evacuate?" but no alarm goes off HERE and nobody knocks on my door, so I'm not sure I should stop. Eventually I make myself calm down enough to where I can throw on pants and clothes, and zip out and there are firemen all over, lights and smoke pouring out of an apartment across the complex. My neighbors reassure me that everyone's okay and no we don't need to evacuate and this is great news, but wow, I was not expecting this at all. I figure if I'm not falling asleep 20 minutes after I ideally should I'll take melatonin and that should help some.

#drawings today not including one which really didn’t work. Mostly finishing stuff from Tuesday but I wanted to redo some stuff in Friday’s drawing.

Each virgin sacrifice speaks these magic words;
Just jiggle the handle!
Let flow go the turds!

"AHHH here it comes baby, Ah'm droppin' mah load!
Ah ain't just up on it, Ah AM the commode!"

The power of the toilet must never be abused!
He must be plunged, he must be sponged, lest carnage may ensue!
If a dead sheep were to clog him who KNOWS what would arise?
Maybe he'd call The Master. Wouldn't THAT be a surprise?

Winnie the Pu-erh, about the titular bear getting wildly caffeinated

initial plan to get congee for late breakfast turned into getting stuff to make corned beef hash, which turned into finding whatever was a good price, so I made hash but also chopped onion and red pepper for later, made more marinade than needed for fish and put it in with some half price burgers.

The chip on my shoulder, which is actually an intact redwood trunk

MEANWHILE the topic I said I'd talk about while baked stands forlorn and half forgotten, possibly because I'm baked but only possibly, waiting in the echoing halls of Khazad Dum (features in Khazad Dum and Dumer, a very popular dwarf comedy)