Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

this is perhaps my cue to repeat the opinion that Young Frankenstein is Mel Brooks' best film, several hundred percent better than his other movies - which, given that these include some fantastic movies, is pretty impressive

putting my left hand on my hip, with thumb pressing forward to ease a sword from its saya at the appropriate part of the chambara soundtrack. You know, normal behavior.

listening to Motown expanded out to other stuff from the 60s and being recommended Shocking Blue's "Venus" gets me of course to "Love Buzz" and THAT means Motown eventually got me to listen to my favorite Nirvana track ("Even in His Youth").

I’m a “grower.”

seriously I forgot this existed till earlier tonight

Puttin' on the Ritz https://youtu.be/TMstTM01m28 via @YouTube

OOOOPER DOOOOOOOOPER

*slams everything to a halt to listen to Aretha Franklin*

@chimerror reminded me the Shoob Shoob song exists, and I am now off on this Motown groove, and if I wind up missing Ann Arbor like anything I'm gonna blame you for it.

The problem with a dance version of “Puttin’ On the Ritz” is the sudden urge to bellow OOOPER DOOOOPER at the appropriate points. Thanks Mel Brooks.

That reminded me of another thought from earlier this week about ADHD versus goal oriented feelings of achievement; part of why nothing ever felt like I achieved goals in any way that mattered was I felt achievements were meant to get me to safety and NOTHING I did in childhood ever made me safer (such that I miss when that does happen in adulthood).

Some stuff just pressed buttons enough that I was furiously angry, then had a little suicidal thoughts, and my chest still hurts. Remembering I’ve been in bad situations plenty of times before only makes me think, why can’t it be enough ever that I can be done with bad situations. I think this is a specious thought pattern that has been getting to me all my life.

Years ago I was inspired to make a werehyena fursona by a Dragon article about African monsters, which gave werehyenas as "makishi." There's actually no such folklore; there are makishi who are masked dancers in Zambia, afaik unrelated to kishi, hyena monsters in Angola, next door. Turns out I'd happened on the only real anti-semitic stereotype in Africa - not only were Beta Yisroel distrusted outsiders but the guys tended to hire out for work as smiths, deepening their association with witchcraft and hyenas!

NOW ALL OF THESE RAPPERS SOUND EXACTLY THE SAME
IT'S LIKE ONE BIG INBRED FUCK FEST!
NO I DON'T WANT TO STOP, COLLABORATE OR LISTEN!

THERE'S COTTON CANDY IN THEIR HANDS
SAYS A POLKA DOTTED MAN WITH A STICK OF JACARANDA
THEY'RE ALL DIABOLICAL BOZOS!
MAGIC BOZO SPIN!
* stomps the accelerator *

compare and contrast

https://youtu.be/oMfjgQ8ptrE

https://youtu.be/BU1VOiFmb0g

#SummerFun #WithGORT #Zzzzzap

WHO is John Galt?
WHO put the ram in the rama lama ding dong?
WHO lives in a pineapple under the sea?

Oh hey they’re playing my favorite Cure song! SHIFT TO HISPO! SHIFT TO HISPO!

so hey!

I am now @ brushwolf.bsky.social

over on this new site with management I don't really trust!