Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

By the way since it takes like NOTHING to get me thinking about Greek eats, some loukanekos and strong coffee would be awesome about now. Darnit.

Hey Seattle peeps @starkatt @Aradia @mawr is Georgio’s Greek Deli still in Ballard or do y’all know somewhere?

it's fun to stay at the N A S A
it's fun to stay at the N A S A
you can get yourself clean
have a freeze-dried meal
you can do whatever you feel

THUMP ting ting
THUMP ting ting

Between the time when the oceans drank Atlantis and the rise of the sons of Arius, I, Aku, the shapechanging master of darkness unleashed an unspeakable evil! And unto this, Conan! Destined to bear the jeweled crown of Aquilonia, stepped forth to oppose me. Before the final blow could be struck, I tore open a portal and flung him into the future, where my evil is law! Let me tell you of the days of high adventure!
#OldJoke

[very earnest 80s pop on speakers at restaurant]
“This has gotta be from 86-87 or so.”
“Major key, sincere. Probably the end credits to some movie about star crossed lovers with big shoulder pads.”
“Beverly Hills Cop XXVII? Is it bad that the poppy optimism makes me think it must’ve come out during the worst point in my life?”
....
[instrumental]
“Okay this must’ve come out some time after Top Gun.”

1. Oh yeah! There’s a chill in the air, the leaves are changing a little and I FOUND MY SISTERS OF MERCY ALBUMS!

quickly followed by

2. So slow... I’m beginning to remember why Sisters of Mercy is a sometimes thing for me.

I got something weird in my enchilada
I’m a brother of sorts to Torquemada

I moved more of my housemate's stuff out of my room, helped assemble this cupboard for the house, and moved some stuff in my room, including moving an old (and kinda heavy!) table and chair in to serve as a desk. So now I have somewhere to hang out online other than my bed.

Surf today, really too close in to shore for shortboards but someone with a boogie board or scum board would really have a good time. Even if I’d brought my boogie board though, there’s no way I’d paddle out in that water with no wetsuit.

What sorta person puts soy oil in the dolmades? Ranks up there with cow feta as an insidious assault on Greek culture.

The Neverending Story/The Endless Summer crossover fanfic

I realize this is stuff I hit in therapy last year; my contact with Jewish communities has been superficial and infrequent which means my impression of us is rooted in memories of family obligation, in comic stereotypes, in history that’s largely painful and intentionally erased, and in non-Jewish treatment which is overwhelmingly negative. Joy and meaning is hard to spot- and my childhood indoctrination kicks in that I’m being disproportionately punished.

In related news I realize I keep viewing Yom Kippur as a (disproportionate) punishment rather than an emotional utility; something adults have arbitrarily decided I’m doing, so I’m stuck. Since I’m from a fundamentalist Christian region originally, it’s taken years to get through *maltheism* to get to here. And I find it relates to perceiving Jewishness as an arbitrary punishment of sorts - which isn’t a healthy way to regard my ethnicity and ancestral traditions.

Oh and the lack of insulation and how I can’t use whatever soap I please.

Given that I still have tons of housemate-what-moved-with-me stuff in my room and I *don’t* resent her, I really suspect this is childhood baggage about older adults; “we do what we want and if you aren’t miserable that’s a nice extra, WHY DON’T YOU SEEM HAPPY?” I suspect I’m not giving them enough credit, though I think in the future I want to avoid living with older housemates.

This house remains distinctly not/home. My housemates ARE working hard at fixing the place- but I tend not to see that. Instead I see that I’m the only person doing dishes, that I have to go off site for laundry, there’s no room for me individually in the fridge, the lack of usable public space, and my rent/utilities.

okay Beatles interpretation question, I know I've asked on Birdsite;

In "She's Leaving Home" she's waiting to keep an appointment she made Friday at 9 AM, meeting a man from the motor trade. I've always wondered, is the man;

1. someone she's eloping with

2. she's meeting him for a job interview or

3. she's going to buy a car

(the part of the movie where John trips balls and thinks he's Fred Astaire.)

newspaper taxis appear on the shore
waiting to take you away
climb in your back with your head in the clouds and you're gone

Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds
Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds
Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds
aaaaaaa

current mood; in my room BECAUSE THERE ARE NO OTHER PUBLICLY ACCESSIBLE AREAS, eating a burger and listening to Infected Mushroom to try and feel less pissed off.

BEHOLD, THE BASTARD BLADE!
Bane of the demon lords!
Slayer of the spider-priests!
Spiller of the silver blood!

At the laundromat, oh boy! And someone used up all the fucking quarters so I had to replenish the supply!

Gonna listen to The Sword and read an old Dragon.

one two three fo
Spider Man, Spider Man!
Does whatever a spider can
He was turned into steel
In the great magnetic field
The fuck, that isn’t Spider Man!