Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

Okay, so tonight I found out that Star Wars - a universe which famously intrigued viewers by not explaining anything, but which gets elaborate explanations for everything and everyone - has an elaborate character background for the dianoga from the trash compactor.

I therefore needed to play The Force Theme in memory of poor Omi. On trumpet. While holding the practice sword up, in salute.

I'll give you a dose, but it can never come close
to the rage built up inside of me
fist in the air in the land of hypocrisy

Also, the fucker who parked their rich honk mobile in my designated space? I pay to have a parking space in the garage, not so any fucking rich fucker can park their largemobile there. Got a photo to get the T/D stamp and plate and if this happens again I am calling the tow company.

#drawing today - a couple of full body anthro equines, two portaits. Naked, but I've covered up the only place where one of 'em was all dangly so hopefully that's cool.

Corn liquor tastes sweeter in this town,
could it be it's the same as the last?
I swear I seen your face before,
just as familiar as a bottle and a glass
hey darlin'! sleepin' on the blacktop
hey darlin'! runnin' through the trees, honey
hey darlin'! headin' for the next town
less'n my sense catches up with me.

... I think I'm too sober to be singing along with this folk tune.

whoa, why did nobody mention that there was a version of Treasure Island with a soundtrack by The Chieftains. This thing rocks.

I should probably feel bad for interpreting a reference to "The Shape of Water" as a song cue for GWAR's "Fish Fuck."

everyone else "posts" in their chair, and moves their left hand to hold reins for the right pieces of music, right?

fine. It's time to blast Hey Johnny Cope again.

https://youtu.be/AMao7zhu38Q

The Black Freighter (From "The Threepenny Opera") https://youtu.be/SEYqGBMDtA0 via @YouTube

und ein Schiff mit 8 Segeln und mit 50 Kanonen liegt unten am Kai. ARRRRRR!

Would you believe me when I tell you
You’re the queen of my heart?
Please don’t deceive me when I hurt you,
It’s just the way that it seems!
Can’t you feel my love buzz?
Can’t you feel my love buzz?
Can’t you feel my love buzz?
Can’t you feel my love… BUZZZZZZZZ!
WAH WAH
WAH WAH!

This is getting to be, this is getting to be
This is getting to be a drone!
I’m a negative creep, I’m a negative creep,
I’m a negative creep and I’m stoned!
Daddy’s little girl ain’t a girl no more!

after action report; honestly, the combination of a small weekend con with small con programming, somehow in this huge, nice venue with incredibly good fursuits and no bad smells, was sort of like being in a 2021 furry con as envisioned by fans in the mid-nineties.

Thinking about it part of what used to be crushing about cons/the weekend ending was feeling that from being special and wanted I'd be back to someplace where I was a disposable utility capable of getting things wrong but never right.

Age and experience softens all this with optimism (I'm no more or less special and valid outside the con, no matter how I'm treated) and pessimism (I can't reasonably look to a day job for emotional support).

singing BELL! along with the Danny Elfman soundtrack

Luke Cage and the Bad Seeds. Nick Cave, hero for hire!

All small children love the rotisserie chicken truck! Okay fine. *I* wish we got a rotisserie chicken truck.

Gotta say, furry convention ending and Sunday night before day job is a rough combination but combined with train full of football fans that’s like, an incredibly rough dismount. 20something me would be a total wreck right now, so feeling a little sad is my proof all the self work is actually going okay!

well char my aznable