Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

Then I realized a chunk of “suffering is moral” is partly self soothing, the equivalent of treating myself to pie for dinner or missing sleep because I feel my time’s stolen by a job. Stacks with how compassion and generosity are more visible contrasted with experiences that drive me into myself; with expectation that effort exerted should have some effect. (And from there we get into more personal, less universal beliefs that somehow I’m doomed to get the short end of the stick.)

Police and thieves in the street, fighting the nation with their guns and ammunition,
Femme in the sheets.

who has two thumbs and just basically had a panic attack set off by car repair/increased rent?

One #drawing today, samurai vs oni in a bamboo grove. Figured I’d go with Sengoku period armor and a kowari kabuto for a change, liked the curve of having a tachi even though it’s basically a cavalry weapon (repositioned oni’s leg).

lee van cleef, but nobody ever tells you whether he was a treble cleef or a bass cleef

koff KOFFF koff koff koff
*drinks tea*

I'm okay, I'm okay. Just trying to sing along with Tom in my best Tom Waits voice wasn't a good idea this evening.

Can’t get post con depression if you’re depressed about not getting to the con!

Looking back it’s understandable but also a bit shocking that I lost years, opportunities and joy, all thanks to stuff that was total bullshit but which just hit home one thing after another.
Usually when low on sleep and blood sugar. Compounded by PTSD messages ability being stuck, trapped and treading water. Compounded by whatever weir way my brain works; I think okay *slowly* figuring stuff out on paper, but not so very when someone expects me to be a genius right now on command.

This year was the huge realization that stuff that’s unpleasant and uncomfortable, stripped of childhood associations and self hate, are still unpleasant and uncomfortable. That’s why I *have* those childhood associations and self hate; terrible experiences with no recovery time left me vulnerable, and then *anything* negative anyone told me (which is itself another unpleasant, uncomfortable thing with no recovery time!) was something I accepted as indisputable dogma.

🖼

I’m old and the world’s ending. I have more things to feel bad about than people treating me like I’m stupid.

“Huh huh huh huh. Cumdach. Huh huh huh. Vade mecum. Huh huh huh.”
“Yeah yeah yeah yeah! Hey Butt-heade, ych have alswo a cumdach!”
“Fettle down, dille-hole!”
#subtweet

#drawing today, skeletal warrior with fallen opponent.

current mood; declaring CHRISTMASTIME! during https://youtu.be/bAfbq57WlCk

This far into a pandemic that’s long past/imaginary/desperately threatening dependent on who you ask, having my mask hanging to one side still makes me want to tilt my head towards it and say things like “copy that red leader we’ve got four bandits headed your way, don’t prang.”

thinking about lots of things I wish I could be, wish I could do. An entire world of wants, none of which happen to include "ride the bus so I can process our customers' orders."

#drawing today, trying to make a Wayne Reynolds picture. Human wizard and orc/half orc warrior take on Fraz Ur’Bluu, demon lord of deception. I was also listening to Dungeon Weed. You can tell, right?