Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

the discovery that "bowel movement" has the same scansion as "Goldfinger"

Such a FOUL MOVEMENT
beacons you to enter his BOG OF SIN
but don't go in

oh no, my upstairs neighbors are once again listening to The Band With the Most Bored Bass Player In the World

DOO doom doo doom
DOO doom doo doom

You'd think, given the genetic diversity there'd be SPINDLY MARINES. Like there'd be Astartes who had really dense wiry muscle tissue, and they'd be built long and thin rather than just tanks who look even tankier in armor. Maybe that's what the Raven Guard look/could look like?

The Mask vs Predator fanfic

this thought brought to you from swapping from "The Landing" by Jerry Goldsmith to "Hey Pachuco"

@anthracite okay so since muscles act opposite to each other; ball up your fist under your jaw, and press firmly up while really REALLY trying to open your jaw for a while.

and this here's a government experiment and we're drivin' like hell
to give some cowboys some acid and hang out in motels
we're gonna eat up some wide open spaces like it was a cruise on the Nile
take the hands off the clock! we're gonna be here for a while

ever notice that "garlic" has the same scansion as "rainbow"?

twangy twanga twanga twanga twang
twangy twanga twanga twanga twang
why are there so many songs about garlic
and what's on the other side
garlics are visions but also illusions
and garlic has nothing to hide

#supbost thing is, being Queer DEFINITELY belonged in old country music. "My folks kicked me out when I came out/they don't like my boyfriend/my boyfriend broke up with me/I learned from an old leatherman who died" is suitably country heartbreak

but since country seems to have moved on to how great things are or a nostalgia fest, maybe it doesn't fit anymore?

Mostly #rendered #drawing finished up today. I'm trying out some stuff stylistically which might or might not work.

ugh. any moment low blood sugar, upset over uh, *this*, and not being where I need to mask will result in horrifyingly unrealistic nostalgia about being young, the 90s, and having hopes about doing SOMETHING meaningful. Gross. But I was right, this is definitely no headspace to be at work in.

finishing #rendering #colored #drawings while feeling crummy.

What if I called out sick to deal with the giant wave of utterly crushing negativity and mostly sleep instead of do stuff in the cold?

real bristly about stuff lately

like "debate walking out of a group I'm technically an admin for" bristly

two hours of northern English ambiance (eating beans on toast ASMR)

SPONGEBOB NARRATOR two minutes later

oh sweet sacred Corellon someone actually MADE one. SEVERAL someones.

It's a cold, dark, rainy night. Dinner is fried Spam, baked beans and toast and to go with the British theme I have a YouTube video about painting Legion of the Damned Astartes

Howl’s Moving Bowels, LeGuin’s less loved sequel

oh yeah, all minorities are perfect and precious and prized except one, and all you kikes can die.

I've heard it before.

the shitty transhuman future in which somehow every child (but only from the master race after all) get to be geniuses who crank out code, and yet somehow none of them will also be autistic, ADHD or want to use it to grow a tail or a working female reproductive tract.