Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

wanna go home

fuck fuck fuck fuck

We are now at the point of “meal with my parents” that I truly dislike, the angry during food prep/set up phase. When part of me expects to be snapped at any moment.

I’m going to actively defend the idea of drag story hour here (initially I didn’t see the point). Kids get to see an adult not just enjoy dressing up, but go through the trouble of dressing up special to read to *them*. That’s pretty affirming stuff. And it’s sad to see that under siege from a presentation of adults as self righteous angry voices eager to punish.

#drawings yesterday. Knights or heavy infantry advance into combat and a vampire with her minions.

My dad: “If there are ten Jews there are 11 synagogues, because one of them is the one nobody will be caught dead in.”
Me: “If there are ten Jews there are 8 synagogues, because two of ‘em left to start a sangha.”

THUNK ting ting
THUNK ting ting

Between the time when the oceans drank Atlantis and the rise of the sons of Arius there was an age of silly hats. And unto this, Conan! Destined to wear a phenomenally silly hat upon a troubled brow. It is I his haberdasher who alone can tell thee of his saga. Let me tell you of the days of hat adventure!

BA DOOM DA DUM DA DUM DA DUM

WHO CONTROLS THE PAST NOW CONTROLS THE FUTURE!
WHO CONTROLS THE PRESENT NOW CONTROLS THE PAST!
WHO CONTROLS THE PAST NOW CONTROLS THE FUTURE!
WHO CONTROLS THE PRESENT NOW
NOW TESTIFY!
#songlyrics

You know.

I'm old enough to remember when AIDS hit badly enough that you couldn't just pretend it didn't exist, even outside Atlanta (especially outside Atlanta).

I hadn't figured out I was Queer so the only things I knew about LGBTIA+ folks were Gay male stereotypes thanks to movies and being called slurs myself, and this was long before I found out some of the worst about the Reagan Administration, so I was definitely not that open minded.

But I saw, heard people absolutely *delighted* that men were dying who... let's see, had ass sex? Were effeminate, loved showtunes and hated manual labor? I mean yeah I was supposed to dislike that, but none of these things especially seemed to deserve a slow nasty death sentence. The good guys sure were petty, vicious and mean. Their god who really wanted this and was apparently delighted to damn them afterwards, didn't come across as a great guy either.

It's just horrifying to me that the same fucking mindset from there and then, is still very much around now.

Got the mixed mushroom glop from Trader Joe's out of the freezer by augmenting it with fried bacon, onion, a little red wine, paprika, oregano and more parsley, served over bread I'm trying to use up.

following up Blue Oyster Cult's "Me 262" with Pink Floyd's "Goodbye Blue Sky"

damnit Danny Elfman is making me cry again

okay, technically that's "Danny Elfman and a giant amount of ongoing stress"

so sure let's listen to the saddest part of Edward Scissorhands again

*SPONGEBOB VOICE* about 2:24 into "Death" later

you don't *have* to crouch and do the hand gesture while reciting the phrase "I'm Spider-Man" but it doesn't hurt either, is what I'm saying here.

If hypothetically I shot up a synagogue, and it happened to be on Yom HaShoah, guess what? IT'S A HATE CRIME. If my father works for a party historically full of Nazis and anti-semitic rhetoric, I shoot up a schul, then conveniently I discover Jewish roots I never had before, guess what? IT'S A HATE CRIME.

I know I said a media machine and an entire party make excuses for Kyle Rittenhouse sets up the next hate crime for which there will be a constant barrage of bullshit excuses; I'm sorry to have been proved right and I'm sure THIS little pissant will get off with a fucking slap on the wrist from another right wing judge. Maybe even a book deal.

I fucking wish I had the chance to take several good swings at him for what he did. I fucking wish I could take several good swings at any number of people.

Having another “do I draw and see if feeling out 3 dimensional space on 2 dimensional paper lets me use a different part of my brain enough to break me out of spiraling despair, OR do I get a pumpkin pie and eat it with a marijuana edible?” afternoon.

SLUT ERA! I bellow, galloping up and down along the eored formed up for battle. A SWORD DAY A RED DAY ERE THE SUN’S RISING! #wesdu #theoden #hai

If something pisses me off this hard it’s hitting childhood nerves. Previously talk about the Q Club shooting merely upset me as another typical hate crime (solidarity deranged shooter narrative, taken alive by police, media finds a ridiculously safe angle, leftist gun rhetoric). Childhood didn’t include news of mass shootings, but it DID include Christian right wingers self righteous and happy about Gays dying.

Damnit, I just gave money to some elderly lady’s GFM for hospice care and don’t feel I can donate to these people caring for semi feral cats. This isn’t selfless; I like feeling connected.

The thing about Also Sprach Zarathustra; decades ago there was this kids’ educational show, The Electric Company. F’rex they had a little song about the -ly suffix. They had short cartoons; a 2001 styled monolith would appear then crumble to the tune of Also Sprach Zarathustra, revealing a letter combination like OO or ALK, and they’d pronounce it and show words that included it, like CHALK.

So when I got old enough to finally watch 2001, I was real surprised when the monolith *didn’t* crumble…

“How did Elvis Presley die?” Oh! I know this one.

A young Jedi named Darth Vader, who was a pupil of mine before he turned to evil, helped the Empire hunt down and destroy the Jedi Knights.