Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

Just one #drawing today, because I want to demonstrate I feel more than anxiety and rage.

reiterating my idea to translate "Let's Lynch the Landlord" into Yiddish and pass it off as a protest song from the turn of the last century

"the only thing holding you back is yourself" oh really? I thought what was holding me back was my role as life support system for landlords, but then I'm a dumb poor yid, what the hell do I know.

The end of The Crow where Eric and Shelly get to be dead together, gothily ever after.

I live with a lot of really deep rooted feelings of impending doom, and flipping that fantasies about what I imagine as safety, and sometimes I wonder if (counter to usual assumption that coworkers etc never have to feel like this) most people are wandering around the same way.

apparently my brain decided yep, fine hour to be awake

ladies and
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN
gib gib gib OOORNGH
gib gib gib OOORNGH
gib gib gib OOORNGH
gib gib gib OOORNGH
SCHPIDAH! he is our hero!
SCHPIDAH! get rid of
SCHPIDAH! step on spider
SCHPIDAH! we love you spider

OOORNGH
I PROMISE not to KILL you
SCHPIDAH

*October. The Israel-Hamas war starts, my temp job ends, I get slammed by car insurance costs.
*November. Start current temp job after testing, interviewing, find out I won’t get paid until mid December.

And that brings me to now. Meantime there’s been my family, Twitter dying, the ongoing AI bullshit, how much other stress? And plenty of good things, but…

@erin_kitsune no amount of showing belly is getting him out of this one, is it?

* April. Fired. Landlords announce hiking my rent in June again.
* May. Work at a call center but I have to pass training and it seems intended that I will fail, which then happens, ending the assignment. Triggery.
* June. Temp job at a non profit, a friend (not close, but a friend) suicides. Another area friend who I’d hoped would become a housemate has to move south.
* July. Non profit job ends.
* August. Start work at a seafood company.
* September. High holidays.

* January. Starts ridiculously good but my job duties get cut, then I get laid off.
* February. Start a new job at a property management company. Dental insurance conveniently finds reasons I now need to pay for stuff in October.
*March. Provide crash space for someone who’s getting kicked out, pick up/transport their stuff to Portland. Suddenly management has decided to get rid of my job via deciding I’m a terrible employee which doesn’t get communicated gently…

@zetasyanthis oof. That is rough. Best of luck wobbling back to normal.

@zetasyanthis *hugs* I’m sorry. Is it just the overwhelm?

Anyway, Half Price Books has a sale so I stumbled around both of the east side ones yesterday and came away with one rules book I haven’t owned in decades plus a player’s guide I always wanted but never owned. Explains today’s listening to The Cure and Sisters of Mercy.

https://youtu.be/gXgqwsgibfM?si=a05Klk-24rsaDoQB

oh, to be essentially a very large carnivorous maritime elk hanging out with their grandma, singing mystic ballads in the space between spaces and eating really fat herring

@frost unsure. As far as I know you haven't established a precedent for getting naked while stoned. Let me know if that changes.

I still have boxer shorts on, that counts as sober.