Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

Listening to “Two coffins” on repeat, clearly a sign of good mental hygiene

Aww man listening to Smashing Pumpkins makes me miss the 90s AND the Bay Area! I mean it is the Pumpkins though. It’s supposed to make me feel sad.

I need the money and therefore can’t take the day off for “gender feels,” “lost a day of weekend to family” or “drawing feels good.”

Just add or replace the initial consonant with a J to create a denim version of your fursona!

*Cate Blanchett voice*
The world has changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. Much that once was, isn't. And much that is, wasn't. It began with the forging of the great rings. Three were given to the elves, gracile twinks. Seven to the dwarves, great bears and leathermen. And nine to mortal men, who above all desire dominance and submission. But they were all of them deceived.

years and years ago, I was in a relationship. The relationship came with two cats. Pepper adored chicken, enough that you couldn't cook it without her showing up to yell at you to give you some. You couldn't even SAY "chicken" or she'd come running and yell at you; we started saying "poultry" or "bird."

She was kinda picky about food she thought was weird.

Me and the ex bought a cornish game hen to give her. Our opinions were evenly split whether faced with apparently an entire chicken all her own, Pepper would be utterly blissed out, or whether she'd turn her nose up and yell at us about giving her whatever it was that smelled like chicken.

But then life happened, and we never got around to cooking her cornish game hen as an experiment before she lost her eyesight thanks to age.

time is my friend
till it AIN'T and runs out
and that is all that I have till I'm gone
try to build a home, bones of birds
singing in the cold and fall to earth
hey
sometimes
she won't cry
when the smallest one is drowned
too weak to survive, too weak to survive.
Probably. Maybe.

providing WORB WORB WORB noises at the appropriate points of the Raiders of the Lost Ark soundtrack

I think the added paintings and dialogue at the beginning could have been rolled into Princess Irulan's opening monologue. Romance is definitely the weak point of this movie, where Duke Leto's love for Lady Jessica shows through mostly in pillow talk where she insists they're destined to get it on and get knocked up this particular evening, and Paul's love for Chani is mostly another predestined thing.

So that was the extended David Lynch Dune and the added sequences were fairly hit and miss with me. Parts at the start with the Emperor, Liet-Kynes brokering an agreement with the Fremen, making the Water of Life and more about how to ride sandworms REALLY gave more information about the setting and story. Thufir Hawat’s death doesn’t sit great but it IS a resolution to that plot point. The rest I don’t feel brought that much more to the movie.

So instead of using his new found powers to fold space-time to teleport a team of 50 fanatic commandos into the Imperial Palace, Paul just chills out on Arakis eating sabih sandwiches and waiting for the Emperor to show up.

I see the baron got his boots off again, guy can’t resist airing out his toes. Paul and Jessica have survived countless perils and been accepted into the Fremen and learned the great secrets of Arakis, and on the Harkonen side of things they had time for Sting to have a nice long sauna.

The Spice is changing my consciousness, Diane.

“Yueh! He sabotaged the House generators! All we have to listen to is Harkonen dubstep.”

Then Gurney’s all hippie dippy with his baliset. “Dude this is called ‘Loveblossom.’ I wrote it after I did a crapload of melange and the entire world was all unending light,” and everyone else is all superserious and don’t get it.

They keep having Gurney give dramatic speeches. Like they were “hey we hired this Shakespearean actor we need to do something with him other than wander around with a guitar.”

Do do doot nothing suspicious at all about this GS 12 from FWS giving little hand signals openly to the heavily armed locals.

“I am the Hasselhoff Burrfoot. The houssssssekeeper.”
“Well did you bring me more towels?”

Diane, I was eating some spice pie and tripped balls

The in flight movie to Arakis is Beverly Hills Chihuahua, as it has been for 4000 years

Then they stomp into the evil dermatologist office and drink evil juice boxes and murder twinks and throw ducal message scrolls and stuff all over the place and levitate. It’s no wonder the baron’s acne is abysmal, nobody ever washes up or disinfects anything.