Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

Lousy day, but the store had my favorite tea.

Horse opera, or “it ain’t over till the draft lady sings.” In other news Ennio Morricone is making me miss the Santa Cruz mountains.

I'm a little broken, honestly.

DEATH
​
TO THOSE WHO STAND IN THE WAY
OF FREEDOM FOR WORKING PEOPLE

https://youtu.be/WHC5j_1n-FY

Today's #drawings were mostly finishing up stuff I started, thinking about dark areas. An illithid-augmented dragon experiment is on the loose; a gun-slinging swashbuckler faces off against ghouls; a noble paladin meets an undead opponent late at night.

it was dark all around,
there was snow on the ground
when the Tigers broke free
and no-one returned from the Royal Fusiliers, Company C,
they were all left behind, most of them dead,
the rest of them dying, dying
and THAT'S how the 'igh command
took my daddy from me.

current mood; listening to the "Final Battle" track from "Van Helsing" and alternating proclaiming AHM SHERE and I AM THE LAW.

Then Long Beach shipped us several multipart Fed Ex shipments which the Fed Ex guy dumped in a huge jumble (no reason he wouldn’t), so I had to carefully separate out everything on top of all the other receiving, so lunch is real late and I am PISSED OFF at Long Beach.

Honest to G-d
I was honest as hell
I don’t lie very often, but I lie VERY well.

This can REALLY land me back at “things aren’t just bad but they’re total shit, and about to get worse, especially thanks to favoritism where someone else is always more special/because I’m complete shit.” That sort of completely interconnected negative worldview.

Revamping my worldview is psychological Jenga b/c;

* if one assumption’s familiar I’m more likely to stick with other familiar assumptions
* if I’m stressed enough to go with one established assumption, I’m probably too stressed to question other assumptions
* on top of sticking with any established assumptions through sheer force of habit

We have just folded space from Ix. Many machines on Ix. New machines.

th' duke will DAH befoah these ahs an' he'll know, HE'LL KNOW, that it is Ah, Bar'n Vladimir Harkonen, who en-com-pas-es his doom! BUAHAHAHA! *slaps big Texas shaped belt buckle*

the ability to fold space that is to travel to any part of the universe without moving OH YES I forgot to tell you the Spice exists on only one planet, a desolate dry world of vast deserts. Hidden away in the rocks and crevices of this planet are a people known as the Fremen who have long held a prophecy that a man would come, a messiah, who would lead them to true freedom.

The planet is Arrakis, also known as Spice World.

Around 4:30 or so bright sunlight came out, and after napping I wanted to walk, so I got a cup of coffee and a very good truffle, but it soon went quite dark. A long walk was way more satisfying than reading my new book on German self propelled guns, but I still really want to hole up somewhere and read soon. Well and I want to draw more.

oh yeah the death knight song!

PEREGRINUS EXPECTAVIS PEDES MEOS IN CYMBALIS EST

*glowers dramatically from under completely impractical heume*

well wilt mah kale

"prepare yourself for an avalanche of fake meat" uh what exactly is so bad about that, it's like the most coyote way I could possibly go out

Wishing my night vision were better is actually largely independent of wishing I had a tapetum lucidum.