Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

@anthracite will surely appreciate that mastering the powers of the universe and ascending to godhead is represented by having a huge, polished metal hat, as Jack would have surely told us.

This is totally Frank Langella's movie. How many people get cast as the flamingly Gay lich-lord from a goofy cartoon only now it's a Star Wars ripoff with Billy Barty as the lovable sidekick in 80s America AND THEN turn in a legitimately solid villain performance?

oh gah now Skeletor's minions (you'll be happy to learn this doesn't include Stinkor, or for that matter anyone else you'd recognize from the cartoon) are going to crash the senior dance at Ferris Bueller's Back to the Breakfast Club

grody, gag me with the latest Cars album

the good news; the 80s Masters of the Universe with Dolph Lundgren is on YouTube for free

the better news; this is a pretty good Star Wars rip off and Frank Langella plays Skeletor seriously

the bad news; oh shit they went to the USA in the 1980s fuck this

#drawings today, trying for more action and more figures. Heer regulars somewhere in the USSR around 1943; two wolves pursue a deer through aspens.

https://wesayenough.co.uk/petition/

The Tories are thinking about anti strike legislation, because of course they are, and despite the dual citizenship my US phone number disqualifies me for signing this petition protesting.

and career soldiers like von Kluge, who were just trying to build a career and ride it out and, tbh those more banal faces of evil are a lot more interesting than someone just bulldozing their murderous opinions through.

Living through Trump and after really REALLY makes me cranky about books about Hitler. Like okay sure charismatic asshole drags everyone else with him, but that didn’t happen in a vacuum; the Germans had history that set Hitler up the same way this comes out of Reagan as backlash, and the same way we have nauseating little shits like MTG or DeSantis, the Germans had folks like Milch or Speer who knew damn well what they were doing was terrible but it was convenient;

WFH gets me outside when I can and I suspect cons or parties are the opposite, enough time social I need alone time - which work doesn’t provide because office work is a bad niche of neither truly social nor truly alone, enough that I’ll need *either* to recharge.

Thinking; I’m unsure if I’m extroverted or introverted. Leaning low key extrovert; I’m happy for hours quiet while hiking with others, drawing around others, in a coffee shop. Similarly social media and MU*s are low key social without being intensely committed so they’re almost dangerously appealing as time commitments. I can take center stage for a while but not lead role which might be a time/intensity thing, f’rex if you’re the GM you get no downtime.

Ruining the Cutthroat Island soundtrack by yelling PARRY BEAT CUT TO FIVE HA HA

… admittedly you can do this with a batch of soundtracks.

But if I can go all Barbara Ehrenreich for a moment, conventions are what humanity's all about; a big festival atmosphere, planning elaborate stuff for ages, personal involvement in ecstatic experience. That's where furry comes in; there are a lot of places where cons and music festivals can lose their way and furry, being kinda big tent and rooted in smaller scale creations, can't so much. I'm sure there's other conventions that capture that same energy though and honestly we need all of them as a counter to the sort of mass produced, conveniently sorted, profitable joy we're *supposed* to be having in this society.

I'd managed to miss 11 so;

11) I absolutely love conventions despite their *built in* down sides. There's not much of a line between exciting and intense/overwhelming and exhausting; being in this big exciting space which you sunk tons of energy just *getting* to makes it entirely too easy to screw yourself up on self-acceptance, body image, alcohol, food, sleep, hygiene, etc.

Today's sudden wave of depression after finally getting back, kinda silly given that there's an actual con next weekend, followed up with feeling a lot better as soon as I ate, really drove home the physicality of con drop;

Any convention's going to be a lot of emotional and probably physical intensity, so I'm by definition going to be vulnerable to anything (for instance, getting to be alone/suddenly being isolated is emotionally wobbly for me as introvert - it's vitally needed *and* upsetting.) I guess today was a lot of being conscious of my brain swinging back to equilibrium (and corollary, the longer or more emotionally caught up I am in a party or convention, the longer it's going to take me to regain equilibrium after the con).

It's an inevitability, but a logical and not a terrible one. I'd just been missing it consistently thanks to how I'd been parsing my "everyday" experience (which in some cases really *was* that negative).

14) favorite furry character from pop culture - this is going to date me, Mrs. Elizabeth Brisby. The movie version drifted from Watership Down styled adventures right into D&D (come on, that owl?) and Mrs. Brisby's superpower in a world full of necromancer rat geniuses and huge cats is basically being kind and caring.

CATTLE DIE KINSMEN DIE I TOO SHALL DIE
BUT I KNOW ONE THING THAT DOES NOT DIE

13) Paws I guess - I like handjobs and footjobs but I'm not OH WOW PAWS like some fans I know. And definitely not maws, I think because I'm a little too old to have had all of the Bluth movies with mouths be a looming influence in my childhood.

12) I don't think I'm the big reason anyone's gotten interested in furry!