Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

white Americans what, nothing better to do?
why don't you kick YOURSELF out, you're an immigrant too!
who's usin' who, what shall we do?
well ya can't be a pimp and a prostitute too!

*more RAtM sounding guitar*

Sesame Street Meets The Wolfen fanfic

I mean they're both New York in the 1970s right?

see back when I kinda wanted to be The Swedish Chef or Rolf, but as I grow older I realize I'm actually somewhere between Cookie Monster and Oscar the Grouch

"I told you never to TELL anyone!"

today while cooking I realized that "sex worker" has the same scansion as "witch doctor"

I told the sex worker I was in love with you
I told the sex worker I was in love with you
and then the sex worker he told me what to do
he said that OO EE OO AA AA TING TANG WALLA WALLA BING BANG

Whore Us Lupercal

vs the Imperial Fists

is this something

Finally did some fan art of the Death Wolf from Puss in Boots the Last Wish

*searches for Squats*
*gets videos of leg exercises*

Well this isn’t what I want at all!

*searches for 40K Squats*
*gets videos of futuristic armored abhumans doing leg exercises*

Oh that’s much better.

“Citadel catalog for Warhammer Fantasy Battle” has enough glottal stops to potentially be the most English phrase ever

GOJIRA TAI UMBILICUS (Godzilla Meets the Pupik Monster), 132 minutes, Toho, 1974. G.

"The Heart Sutra explained in 11 minutes" but it's just someone's recording of rainfall and occasional frog song.

Okay, Monday I did laundry on top of dental work and initially poking at insurance to figure out how to appeal. Tuesday stuff broke down and I wasn't up for more work after a 9.5 hr day. Yesterday I ran into seriously, seriously upsetting stuff, so *tonight* I finally wrote and sent in my appeal.They're not there to actually help, but let's see. Maybe this was just a preliminary "try to make it too much work for people who can't come up with the spoons."

So there’s a Napoleon. There’s a Beef Wellington. So flaky pastry clearly defines things named for important leaders at Waterloo.

THEREFORE there exists a Blücher, and I’m not sure what else goes into that except it’s probably completely soaked in schnapps.

Okay, I probably will NOT get to have a stroke or heart failure and bail, so I need to get my ass in the shower and to work. Honestly, why can't I die? I think I've been good enough to deserve it.

Journey of the Sorcerer is the only Eagles track I actually *like*, but man, I like it more than most tracks by groups I completely adore.

okay, waiting for edible to kick in, listening to Zeppelin IV again

trying to remind myself that this was just stuff that stomped on buttons hard, after a very long and difficult day, and that neither suicidality nor deleting my Bluesky account is really going to help with anything.

Folk really are bending over backwards to create the Vichy Internet, ain’t they?