Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

French werewolves, they’re like werewolves here except more buttery. No, even more butter!

The transformation folds flour into their bodies hence the name roux-garou

Wir versuchen das LIEBESBAHN, da fährt mit einen LIEBESZUG, tschü tschü!

#drawing today, thinking about a fennec fox ‘sona?

Two muscular arms with hands clasped dot gif

WEIRD AL 🤝 CAKE
THAT SONG WHERE THEY YELL HEY! A LOT

getting psyched for this roadtrip by playing the Combat Drop music from Aliens.

Coming around for a 049. Where's the damn beacon? Oh. I see it.

it's my sincere hope that typing up a huge long post about where I'm not really happy about my fellow leftists, then going naw, saying it won't do anything other'n maybe anger people and deleting it, is actually cathartic and relieves the desire to say it.

gonna say it again; Twitter allows you to make short witty comments, share photos, and stay in touch with friends elsewhere, which is a hugely solid product and which they are constantly trying to up sell. It's like if Coke's marketing focused on how you can use Coke to make red velvet cake, degrease engines, and how they have a corporate booth at football games, etc, everything aside from how you can actually drink Coke.

So I suddenly realized what's up with the Battle of Helm's Deep in the Jackson films. It's a WWI analogy! PJ's interested enough in (especially the NZ experience) of that war that he actually treats the whole thing relatively seriously. If Gondor, seat of empire, is the Britain analogy then logically the allies Gondor denigrates yet desperately needs would be Australia and New Zealand. And "highly mobile cavalry plus people really to young to be in a war trapped in one defensive position" is definitely the ANZAC experience of WWI. Helm's Deep resonates more with PJ than the triumphant chaos of the Pelennor Fields.

Pique la baleine https://youtu.be/lyi3oyhyC5k via @YouTube

#arrr #RumSodomyAndTheLash

Just one #drawing today, Scythian styled armored cavalryman literally collides with a brutish northern ogre or giant. I really wanted to try drawing a Thracian styled helmet but was more interested in scale armor.

following up the "Riders of Doom" part of "Conan the Barbarian" with quoting the Lakota chief part of "Blazing Saddles."

WITH A TASTE FROM A POISONED PARADISE
FUNKY LITTLE SHACK! FUNKY LITTLE SHACK!

Oh no Toxic is on the radio and now it’s hard not to suddenly respond with “DIG through the ditches and BURN through the witches Ah SLAM in the back of mah DRAGULAAAA”

Look, some decrepit old buildings went down, what might go up here? Could it be more square condos I can’t afford? Maybe apartments I can’t afford? Or maybe it’ll be a charming bar I can’t afford or sell bike stuff or provide dog care services since those are things I can’t afford either! The future here in Seattle is so hopeful and exciting!

But to merely find new worlds for Galactus to devour be not enough; nay, for a true herald must carry with him the Sauce Cosmic, no mere vinegary letdown but burning with the Scofield rating of a dying star.

The former owner comes in daily as a consultant, and usually brings his dog with him 2 days of the week. She’s an old bichon frise who will bark or whine nigh constantly if he ignores her, and pees the carpet (unsure if that’s trying to get attention or just lack of control due to aging). So I really don’t like her (thoughts like “wish the feral coyotes would eat you”) and this is pretty upsetting since I used to think I liked all little dogs.

I’m still amused by paraphrasing Lt. Col “it’ll be a complete meat grinder but it’ll end the Turkish menace and besides it’ll be ANZACS being ground up anyway, not actual Brits, cha ching!” as saying “rum, buggery and the lash.” Buggery is funnier than sodomy, and both are funnier than “anal sex.”

dude DUDE dude! Ron Spencer has or had a blog

https://ronspencer.wordpress.com/

look at this stuff it's like all the werewolf art I wish I'd been suspended for drawing in my high school calculus class. mad props.