Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

Like this jian stuff is just foil! I know this style basically! There’s much more turned bodies because you’re trying to guard your crotch and move more perpendicular axis which foil doesn’t have but wing tsun does. If I could find a sifu I could pick this up in no time!

This old magazine is really getting me interested in trying to do gong fu again. I keep seeing photos of stuff which just makes sense from capoeira or in one case fencing! It just seems less mystical and more like how bodies move. ‘Course, all martial arts are on hold right now due to lack of money, and when employed, time and energy.

It’s amazing how many states have recently become places I would never want to live, or at least have made it clear that never living there was dodging a bullet.

When you're rich, you're effectively smart. Money purchases brilliant financial advisors, attorneys, accountants, engineers and sales people; it buys you enough investments that at least one is going to make you look like a genius when it pays off big-time. Actually being charming or smart is a bonus; just being NOT dumb and NOT jerky ensures you'll be rolling in it.

I mention this because the world's second richest man is basically a stereotypical right-wing teenaged Redditor.

#subtoot everyone wants to visit Nice on the French Riviera, but it's a lot more affordable to visit Pas Si Nice, only a few miles further down the beach

somehow I went from "let's listen to Prince" to "I could use some of this time to go to Aberdeen and be depressed there instead"

Come on over and do the twist, aaaaahaaa!
Overdo it and have a fit, aaaahhaa!
Come on over and shoot the shit, aaaahaaa!
Love you so much it makes me sick, aaahaa!
Beat me out of me (beat it! beat it!)!
Beat me out of me (beat it! beat it!)!
Beat me out of me (beat it! beat it!)!

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.