Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

Construction Santa and his reindeer contractors

Either the center of the mall is undergoing revision or you can visit Backhoe Santa and his Reindeer Contractors.

Henry Sr as historian and Ilse as Nazi archaeologist are perched at n between. And ultimately at the end the two men have swapped positions; it’s Indy who wants the Grail as something hugely significant and Henry Sr who’s about the factual nature that Indy physically *can’t* get the Grail.

So you know how at the beginning Indy is lecturing undergrads about how archaeologists look for fact not truth? That foreshadows the rest of the movie; Indy wants to find his father, which is pretty straightforward, but gets caught up in his relationship with the man and a lot of people (his father, the Nazis, Donovan, the Brotherhood) who are about myth as a truth rather than facts.

Given the abbreviation “bussy” I’m very glad nobody’s shortened “girlcock” to “gock,” “gick,” or potentially “maedel-schwanz” to “maedelanz.”

My brain's really not working right now, which suggests that instead of coming up with a clever but succinct joke which is actually a plea for brief human contact in a larger and somewhat isolating world, I should shower and get out the door, which might be more effective (while not able to type is a good time for such things)

I was using the toilet and thought about the four noble truths again. Probably because I have Zen Flesh Zen Bones in the bathroom in case I'm on the pot for a while.

If you're alive, you're going to suffer. You are going to get sick; you are going to die, you are going to experience heartbreak and loss. Even if you're pretty sure you've severed all attachments (that's such a subjective judgment and an emotional convenience that it's unlikely to be true).

To not suffer at all would require you to be a Buddha truly beyond all things, to exist in the Pure Land. While trying to avoid suffering is normal and okay to some extent, really going nuts with it is not going to work, that attachment will create more suffering. And likewise, being really emotionally invested in suffering is a dead end, if there's anything that can create suffering it's trying to justify yourself with having been/being miserable.

It's suffering. It's just a normal thing that happens. I realize I'm shit at remembering this when I'm deep in it, but it doesn't need to mean more than just being uncomfy.

Corporations want life to be tidy, in ways that are easy to figure out how to advertise, to play to, to profit from. There are only two genders because it's easier to push stuff that's For Girls or For Boys. The only narrative about being in your 40s or 50s is that you have a family, a house, and need pricey vacations, because that's the obvious profitable narrative. The company enthusiastically supports Pride or does homey advertising for Juneteenth to try and fit the complexity of Queerness or Blackness into a marketing label.

Social media has an aspect of trying to make a convenient digestible form. If someone's got a batch of followers, they're a safe bet for advertising, right? You're coaxed to release "content" in a safely predictable form that keeps folks on site only - so no weird aspect ratios, and short pithy shareable videos. An attempt to ensure artists use X service, and to conveniently reduce the complexity of why art is salable.

Into this comes the additional convenience of a dwindling middle class and abandoned dreams. After all, if MAKING pictures for money is a dream for big studios and a few freelancers who don't wash out, that's predictable, right? After all, if BUYING pictures for money is a thing for companies and well-off individuals (who could be sold other things) then those are easily packaged markets. None of this inconvenient sprawl of small would-be publishers or lower middle class people existing off something other than a predictable 40+ hour weekly grind.

Rhinoman https://youtu.be/EqOO55rD5wQ via @YouTube

gotta say these guys managed to stake out the best stoner metal band name.

Two #drawings today influenced by finding a batch of Hundred Years War/Second War of Scottish Independence stuff. A knight and a voulger defend an injured knight; two knights in slightly different period armors converse.

really getting into the "Excalibur" soundtrack by enthusiastically accompanying Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi with a pot and spoon
#klang #montjoie

Oh thank Epona our “consultant” (former owner technically retired) finally stopped listening to this news story. He’s a little deaf so he cranks the sound up, and this one was making me want to punch someone or crank music loudly to drown it out.

Hey maybe someone here could use this!

https://www.nps.gov/planyourvisit/veterans-and-gold-star-families-free-access.htm

Okay this is the first time I’ve heard of FAT RASCALS otherwise called TURF CAKES but not to be confused with SINGING HINNIES also known as FATTY CUTIES in Scotland. All of these names have such rustic British charm™️ that I can easily see these in LotR or at Ren Faire.

“Why don’t you ‘ave a turf cake, Master Frodo?” Sam said, at the top of his lungs outside the privvies.

Between having to be marketing geniuses, algorithms intended to keep viewers from going to actually marketable sites, en eff tees, and AI art plagiarizing work at will for no compensation, capitalism has turned being an artist from an unlikely dream into an impossible one. It’s like telling kids they can never become astronauts because there’s no space program.

A TRAGEDY, in which I was a horrible sadist who got teriyaki chicken for lunch and yet didn’t give any to the deserving Siberian who’s been so Well Behaved and who is now Sad.

The real irony of CPTSD is that you hold tightly onto what are theoretically real transient old narratives, worldview, and responses out of fear (because the world really WAS that way for a while), and yet they’re all associated with years and years of memories you don’t have.

Aw man. RIP Kevin Conroy. The dude who defined Batman for me better than Frank Miller or Neal Adams. Sounds like he was a pretty awesome guy for real too.