Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

A regret;

My ex had a cat who really, REALLY liked chicken. Like, recognized the word, you could not cook chicken without her yelling at you to give her some.

My ex and I got a cornish game hen and saved it for some special occasion. We were split between "Pepper will have a heart attack over A WHOLE CHICKEN JUST FOR ME" or "I don't know what this is, give me chicken, I can smell it. Smell. Give."

But she was old, and her vision went before she passed away and we never got to try this out.

Part of what really fucked me up in childhood was simply the lack of time and space to explore myself. I went from my parents' home to school and back and if I were really lucky I'd get enough money to go in to Lennox Square or something. Being "stuck, trapped and treading water" isn't a good feeling for someone who nearly died while stuck, trapped and treading water.

I mean, all jobs press "you are stuck, trapped and treading water," and it's especially bad with this job's expectation I'll be there daily basically, but the added expectation that I will dump in a batch of OT at any moment, and Friday it's basically the default, really hits those buttons.

It definitely sets me up for living more often in a state of irritability which I don't like.

I've only had half a beer after a day full of really crappy stress, I should NOT be thinking stuff like "imagine how annoying I could be if I owned a berimbau."

Here's my quick impression of FUCKING Democrats.

"I wanted to remind you to pay me for my comic book!

"What comic?

"I haven't actually drawn anything yet and can't tell you what it's about, but seriously, it's Eisner material, you gotta pay me. You know, like I said in 2020."

Even w/o “feels pointless ensuring rich people get their stuff while fundies determine misery for my fellow citizens and hint every other right’s next,” it’s a nice day, and Friday night could mean “TTRPG or services,” not “head home late, tired talk to parents and do laundry.”

It must sure be nice to be the demographic that takes cruises rather than then demographic that helps make them happen.

• called all my congresswomen to ask they codify Obergefell and Griswold, both cases Thomas called out, this feels completely useless.
• I know this stuff is pushing personal buttons which makes it real hard to focus on my [insert rant] day job.
• I want a cigarette.

hey I bet you can't guess who wants to skip work today, as per pretty much daily emotional stuff since January!

these things they go away
replaced by everyday
nightswimming, remembering that night
september's coming soon
pining for the moon
and what if there were two?
side by side in orbit, around the fairest sun.

fine, let's also listen to "Kitty," "Fast Car," "Nightswimming," "I Will Follow You Into the Dark," "Perfect," "Take Me Down," "Catch," "Empty Bottle," "Sleeping Where I Want." I'm probably forgetting some stuff which really gets to me.

sure FINE.

All the things I have left to lose will someday be gone too,
back into annihilation.
All things must fade, maybe it's better off that way,
I wish that you'd never change.
How lucky I ever was to see
the way that you smiled at me
your little moon face smiling bright at me
one day soon, there'll be nothing left of you and me.

My upbringing didn't teach me to never cry; it taught me to be real careful who was around when I did it. Since I'm alone, I finally revisited this song I remembered and sure enough, it set off the waterworks.

#drawing today, a barbarian and her bard companion tackle a fearsome osyluth, “bone devil”.

AND THE WAITRESS IS PRACTICIN' POLITICS
AND THE MICROPHONE SMELLS LIKE A SINK
AND I GET UP TO DANCE
THEY STUFF BILLS IN MY PANTS
BECAUSE I'M SUCH A HOT FLAMING TWINK!

he said son can you lend me a handkerchief
I’m not really sure how it goes
But it’s short and it’s sweet and I knew it complete
When I blew a younger man’s nose (HONK!)

Listening to a live version of NIN’s “Reptile” and realizing just how much the distortion made “The Downward Spiral” a good album.

HE'S RIDIN' THROUGH YOUR TOWN WITH HIS HEAD ON FIYAH
HALO BURNIN' EYES ARE CRYIN'
HALO BURNIN' EYES ARE CRYIN'
GHOST RAIDAH! GHOST RAIDAH! GHOST RAIDAH! GHOST RAIDAH!
KEEP RIDIN'
NEVER STOP RIDIN'
[unintelligible] DON'T FORGET TO BURN
DON'T FORGET TO BURN
BURN WITH FIYAH
WITH FIYAH FIYAH FIYAH FIYAH
WITH FIYAAAAAAGH

TIL that a joke between some animators I knew from an APAzine we were all in, is actually making fun of the chorus from The Prodigy's Breathe.

"Bake sale, bake sale, bake sale, you're the victim!"

#drawings earlier today were working up analog inks with more of a goal of coloring them later. Wizard vs wolf centaur, undead characters, and a witch with her harpy allies.