Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

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I blame D&D for the "common cultural knowledge" that you can just wander into the village smithy and ask them to refit and hammer out the suspiciously mace shaped dings in this awesome plate armor you just inherited from your uncle, etc.

I miss the croissant sandwiches I used to get from the doughnut place in Alameda, despite how making croissant sandwiches is definitely something I can do.

something I've wondered about is having a mushroom tasting, just buy every variety of mushroom I can get at the store, saute them in butter/salt/garlic the same way, set 'em out, see which variety/ies I like most

"tell me your favorite coyote stories" coming from a wildlife ecologist is *not* an invitation for me to talk about that time I forgot I could speak English

or the time I got a chunk of Brookhaven National Laboratory on lockdown

or the time I threw lawn mowers off a roof

lost as I may be
in the fog of my old noise and trivialities
Grand Holy Mother grant me clarity
I am standing on the edge of forever, forever.

... the actual lyrics are "my OWN noise," but I really like this particular mistake.

Zognog Chainsawpants and his Khornate All Stars

Apparently my opinion of AI art winds up being “nobody would be mad about a new tool thing if our society wasn’t entirely about exploitative profiteering.”

A big chunk of childhood stuff just suddenly made sense, I wasn’t expecting that today.

Star Trek III: The Search for Spock - Grissom Destroyed https://youtu.be/4qLLnzCMaZg via @YouTube

the "drop the invisibility and sneak attack" theme tune! Surge from astern!

#drawings today, rogue and fighter tackle an ettin (I tend to default to older style tachi and yoroi) and drow assassins stalking their quarry.

you may have lived through the 1980s if, *after Olivia Newton-John's passing*, you hear "Let's Get Physical" for the first time in decades and realize that the song is actually about sex and not, as always assumed, aerobics.

YES I KNOW MY ENEMIES!
THEY'RE THE TEACHERS WHO TAUGHT ME TO FIGHT ME!
COMPROMISE!
CONFORMITY!
ASSIMILATION!
SUBMISSION!
IGNORANCE!
HYPOCRISY!
BRUTALITY!
THE ELITE!

Have I ever told y'all about the time I was tripping balls and I tried to do the dance which ends the Fifth World and ushers in the Sixth, because apparently Shadowrun stuck in my personal mythology somehow? So uh... I'm sorry if how things suck now but suck without elf ears and manabolt is somehow my fault.

I am smelling like a rose that somebody gave me on my birthday deathbed.
I am smelling like a rose that somebody gave me 'cause I'm dead and bloated!
I run through the world thinkin' about tomorrow,
thinkin' about tomorrow,
thinkin' about tomorrow!

Whoa. It’d be over $40 but I could get tickets to hear Fred Wesley play later this month. I haven’t been to a concept of any sort since 2018 and I really like his stuff!

'50s NARRATOR: Even as Americans began their day to a bright major key theme, sinister leitmotifs were underway across the Pacific!

* five note scale motif with extra gong *
* baritone chorus *

#wip #drawings, a batch of barbarians, a confrontation between barbarians, a leshy (Pathfinder) ranger, and a page of Shadowrunners. This is what I did with my off time today aside from buy stuff to make naeng myun.

My eyes are bigger than my stomach here BUT I feel like I did an okay job of not impulse buying much at H Mart other than sigumchi namul (which I can make) and kohlrabi (which I haven’t seen elsewhere). Oh and tea eggs, and some of the big green onions so I can pan fry them like at this Mexican place I liked back on the island BUT ASIDE FROM THAT, and come on, tea eggs!

At this point you might be asking something like "how does a nice Jewish kid from Georgia wind up into Korean food without having been stationed there?" Strangely I got into it on my own...

My Dad's Army buddies were in Vietnam or sat that war out in Germany. So metropolitan Atlanta had Korean places but everyone Dad worked with was much more excited about being able to get Vietnamese food again after they were all transferred to Ft. McPherson.

I went to college in Ann Arbor (it's a story), which eventually had *one* Vietnamese place to several Korean.

My introduction was the local diner. In the 60s the original Steve sold it to a Korean couple who were fed up with working for UM and decided to run a restaurant. By the 90s, Steve's Lunch had gone to a different Korean family who continued mixing diner and Korean food. For a while they made their own cheesecake, which was awesome, btw. I checked and the new owners there do apparently only Korean food.

$5-6 at Steve's got me hefty portions of noodles, or meat *and* rice *and* pickled cabbage *and* sometimes cubed... what it was exactly, I didn't know. And bi bim bap? I thought I'd discovered the best food deal of the century, and it might've been, too. It doesn't hurt that I decided I liked ggakdugi and baechu kimchi pretty much immediately. And that's how I got into Korean eats.

You’d think, as a very small “a” anarchist, I’d be OK with the assumption that the government is not here to actually help people, but naw, it still bothers the fuck out of me.