Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

so djibalae. Jabba waninchi ko wa nyaba no nabula. Heh heh heh heh. #FromMemory #ProbablyGettingTheLineWrong #CantinaBand #Jizz

Waitress provided poor service, which was imho unintentional, and my folks were in a FOUL mood about this. I dropped probably not enough from my wallet to make up for the poor tip and was relatively conciliatory to make up for my mom, my dad was grumpy at me for the second, didn’t notice the first. A clusterfuck.

I really REALLY want to talk to some of these people in the only way antisemites are capable of understanding. It’s sadly illegal and impractical, but note I think it’s ethical.

Oh sweet sacred Solonor I’m getting roped into dinner here I think. I would really rather not. I would really rather not.

Boss makes a dolla and I make a dime,
That was a poem for an earlier time,
You put de rag in de gasoline and light it all up,
You put de rag in de gasoline, you call de doctor, woke him up
I said doctor! Is there something to be takin’
I said doctor! To resolve this exploitation?
Now let me get this straight;
You put de rag in de gasoline and throw them both together
Put de rag in de gasoline and then you feel better

I just had a really good experience and am trying to remember that not how much I want to tell someone to get bent.

I really REALLY wish there’d been more than one book on Leyendecker. Ever. I suspect it’s cause of homophobia, he was Gayer than getting a BJ next to the garlic fries at Folsom. But c’mon the man was a genius! ROCKWELL woulda wanted a book of Leyendecker art!

The COPRO-LIGHT! Powerful new flashlight that looks like a poo! PROMOTED

Ah, excuse mon momentary absence! Poirot was, ow you say, prendre une enorme decharge? Laying pipe. Pinching a baguette.

“Seattle police task force invests wave of gun violence” let me guess y’all are going to need more money to change pretty much nothing.

Horny Man™️ frozen dinner! Tastes like ASS!

“Journey Into Lutefisk” med Thor!

The traditional English take on warfare, in which the parts they weren’t winning are somehow of no historical interest.

that last post connects to thinking about religions;

Christianity has all the answers. Usually they're about obeying someone more powerful than you, and by sheer chance they're always provided by someone more powerful.

In Judaism, the answer is always about love and compassion if you ever want something which resonates more than "we've always done it this way."

In Buddhism, there *are* no fixed answers, and that's okay; the only reason it wouldn't be okay is you really want a fixed answer.

the opposite of recontextualizing Chelm stories to be Zen parables is recontextualizing Zen parables as Chelm stories;

for instance, the learned man of Chelm who overhears two rabbis arguing about the objective existence of a big stone. One says "clearly, this is held in your mind," and the guy gets such a headache from having such a huge stone in his head that he has to lie down. When he wakes up from his nap, he doesn't have a headache and can't find the stone where it must have rolled out of his ears or mouth, so he concludes that life truly *is* a dream.

great I went from "Veruca Salt is making me want cigs" to "Veruca Salt is making me sad"

This Veruca Salt cover had me craving American Spirits so I thought, hey, know what's as disgusting as cigs that I like about as much? And then I thought, hey, I should check if they're still open. *klik*

And you're kidding me, Krispy Kreme closes at 8?

laaaaaame

the alternate universe in which Kudt transitions and plays acoustic guitar instead

today's thing you can sing in "My Sharona" is "Hugo Weaving"

THUMP tink tink
THUMP tink tink
between the times when the oceans drank Atlantis
and the rise of the sons of Arius
there was an age undreamed of
and unto this, Conan!
destined to bear the jeweled crown of Aquilonia upon a troubled brow
it is I, his sagaler who alone can tell thee of his chronic
let me tell you of the days of high adventure!