Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

ah yes, Devo or

"what would happen if I tried to self medicate my anxiety and existential horror at this country's bullshit, by washing down a batch of pixie stix with root beer"

reminded of how brilliant an album "Only a Lad" is

this is a public service announcement
with guitars!

Know your rights!
All three of 'em!

Number one! You have the right not to be killed
Murder is a crime!
(Unless it's done by a policeman, or an aristocrat)
oh, know your rights!

Number two! You have the right to food money
provided of course you don't mind a little
investigation
humiliation
and possibly rehabilitation!
Know your rights, these are your rights!

Number three!
You have the right to free speech!
(As long as you're not dumb enough to actually try it!)
Know your rights, these are your rights!

tonight I'm gonna party like it's 1999!

* promptly loses about 3 hours to clicking the next site on a webring *
* about the Disney "Tarzan" *

Says something about his incredible range that KEXP played a Prince track I didn’t recognize because layering was unfamiliar, singing at one of the comfortable points in his register and I thought; who’s this (female) vocalist?

He really was a genius imho.

(Giving this another listen, the first chunk really DOES hit you up front with it's Prince - I think the noise from driving dropped out some of the drum which feels very characteristic)

time to listen to the second saddest STP track!

Oh yeah, I got kvass, pelmeni, pierogi and halva! AND spoke Russian a little to the clerk, who is probably as Russian as I am…

Burgermaster! Home of the Baconmaster! But you can also enjoy a frosty Shakemaster and tasty Frymaster! Next time on He Man and the Masters of the Universe!

My “dark head canon” is that the narrator in Pink’s “Get this Party Started” is a 7-11 clerk singing to herself to try preserving some morale during a really bad late night shift.

now that I've done all the job hunt stuff for today and set up tomorrow's phone interviews I feel truly crummy.

also I reiterate how much I fucking hate race/ethnicity things I can't back out of.

I do not CARE how much it's anonymous information intended to even disparities, part of me always feels like they want to know for my forearm tattoo.

and I'm especially bitter about how "indigenous people of North Africa and the Middle East" are as officially white as the Duke of Windsor.

yay job hunting. I get to promote myself while feeling doomed *and* inferior *and* scammed. The opportunity to travel and see the world recedes and I work hard hoping to be stuck in one place, making money for some rich person so I can get money I can give other rich people.

I also kinda like how ST II/ST III has a pretty realistic depiction of grief. ST II ends on the highest note it possibly can, actually accepting a truly terrible loss, and then ST III opens with naw, nobody's gotten over it at ALL.

The real question about Star Trek II is whether they're burying Spock to "The Yellow Rose of Texas" or the theme tune for Gilligan's Island.

it's only when you try to listen to the most thoughtful, inward-looking or actively sad songs by Stone Temple Pilots that you notice just how many there are

sir, Commander Starfleet on emergency channel. He orders you to surrender this WESSEL.
#MovieQuotes

Listening to the soundtrack I am reminded of how awesome Star Trek II was and how it made so little sense. A parasitoid which does something devastating to its host - but whose life cycle isn't connected to the host falling prey to anything. Big spaceships lumbering into broadside range like it's Trafalgar. Handwavey science remakes a disabled spaceship and a chunk of nebula into a planet. The Enterprise has this super-deadly antimatter port etc in a glass cabinet in the middle of engineering.

#drawings today- a ranger with a light crossbow and a coati animal companion about to ambush a troll. Two rogues, a drow swashbuckler and a halfling gambler.

*forgets the lyrics to Immigrant Song and just yells about dedicating my foes to the Aesir and taking their gold back to Birka