Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

okay that was a 55 minute long Teams interview

“Can I retire at 65 with 2.5 million?”

That headline is a little like “can I become part of an elite interplanetary peacekeeping force if I can just manage to get a gem implanted in my hand by a dying alien?”

Drawing adventurers in an evil(?) temple, and my visual language is Buddhist sculpture plus Catholic altars… and of course there’s a ner tamid, don’t all temples have one? I did get my first D&D stuff with money from my Bar Mitzvah after all.

Well… nothing on SAP but B&N do have books on QuickBooks and one general book on accounting. Right now though I need coffee.

apparently the offshoot of earlier crankiness about country is exploring more songs by Goodnight Texas than just the Metallica cover, and it turns out that yeah, holy crap they're good. They're listed as "folk rock" rather than country, which would actually put 'em in the same category as All Them Witches, one of my favorite groups ever.

Anyway here are #drawings from earlier today with a little touch up right now. Duergar or chaos dwarves or something (excuse for weird armor), and more fantasy architecture, ogre or hill giant hall and an infernal fortress.

every time Willie Nelson, Johnny Cash and Dolly Parton make me think yeah actually I like country, invariably I wind up somewhere having to listen to the stuff and man, it makes me want to break F150 windows, torch flags, and move to Nairobi or some other place where I'd never need to hear it again.

okay, drawing advice, supposing you were Hellboy and therefore you needed to punch something, what would get the right hand of doom, WHAM! right in the ugly mug?

my ex used to HATE me playing the same videos as a sequence and in some cases forbade me to do so

I mention this because the logical follow up to Tom Waits' "What's He Building" is always the opening sequence to Hellboy (2004). Ahnung un Rama! AHNUNG UN RAMA!

No, I'm not a non-resident alien, I'm a fucking dual citizen. I really wish they paid me for shoveling through this bullshit, I'd buy myself a pie AND coconut whipped cream.

Okay, done with background check stuff, and that Theodore Bikel album was TOO schmaltzy. So I'm back to Tom Waits and working on the registration/background paperwork I was originally PLANNING to crank on before surprise background check needed.

I really resent gender things where I can't opt out. But hey, I'm big in Japan. I'm big in Japan.

oh for fuck's sake y'all need another background check? Y'all just DID one of them, I'm not gonna be guilty of any more profound crimes against humanity now than I was two weeks ago

playlist;

"Nothing Compares 2 U" is nostalgic & sad =>

"Won't You Be My Neighbor" is nostalgic =>

Muppet version of "Kodachrome" is a recommendation from "Neighbor" =>

a really crass filk of "Kodachrome" is like "Why Does It Hurt When I Pee" =>

"Stick It Out" on the same album also contains the lyric AY YI YI

1) "remember the present," "thinking about anxieties can worsen them" and so on are great pieces of advice but phrased as "YOU are WHAT CREATES STRESS FOR YOURSELF" I'm just going to tune it out

2) similarly "I am self taught and want to pass on tips" is useful, but "I became a professional comic artist at 16" comes across as having unrealistic expectations and ego, and this could be the most useful video since learning how to create layer masks in Photoshop, I'd still tune it out.

okay, done with job hunt for right now - there's agency paperwork I need to crank through, but it can happen *later*. I can feel a little of the despair, not the punch in the face version the last few job hunt things, and am going to cook and eat something before anything else happens.

it's YOU they card
it's YOU they charge
it's YOU they complain about strollin' the boulevard
you the one screamin' and claimin' you all hard
are you in charge or is it just a facade?
if Uncle Sam wants you, it's YOU that he'll need
it's YOU that he'll sacrifice and it's YOU that'll bleed

I SWEAR I'm actually about drawing, cooking, going completely nuts over cats, and so much stuff other than beyond being fucking angry. Jokes about actually being an Ahroun in WtA terms aside.

do NOT reply to a message about "what year did you receive your college degree, we specialize in placing recent grads and those within 6 years" with "you can fuck right off with your ageism, exploiter parasite."

THIS TIME THE BULLET COLD ROCKED YA
A YELLOW RIBBON INSTEAD OF A SWASTIKA
NOTHIN' PROPER ABOUT YOUR PROPAGANDA
FOOLS FOLLOW RULES WHEN THE SET COMMANDS YA
THEY SAID IT WAS BLUE WHEN YOUR BLOOD WAS RED
THAT'S HOW YOU GOT A BULLET BLASTED THROUGH YOUR HEAD
...
JUST VICTIMS OF THE IN HOUSE DRIVE BY
THEY SAY JUMP YOU SAY HOW HIGH

... I'm listening to the 8 bit version of this album with no vocals, how the heck do I remember so much of it?