Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

I think it's very appropriate to interrupt the "Dune" soundtrack with rai and in particular the bad driving theme tune

ou alech taadi ou ana megdi bennirane waaaaaaaaaa!

we have just folded space from Ix

many machines on Ix

new machines

Half Price is having a sale and I went there to detox… and passed up on Pathfinder modules so I could get another book about Mycenaeans. I need therapy or possibly an archaeology grad program.

I’m sorry, I’ve watched so many WWII movies that I can’t see a map of southern England without wanting to push little wooden blocks around it.

Maybe I can get out of here early enough to do something else with the day. But that time’s disappearing…

Last night while on the pot thumbing through Chodron I thought;

The Four Noble Truths are a spiritual equivalent to general relativity. If everything is transient, a lot is perception or preconception, and there’s no real barrier between us, then what IS real? There’s got to be a constant and that’s the constant.

#drawing from Wednesday and tonight, something from tonight.

Jessie got trapped in the coal mine
diggin' in the dark like moles
Jessie got trapped in the coal mine
never did marry his girl
there ain't no air and there ain't no light
and there ain't no way to make it out alive
his weddin' was planned for the fifth of July
but Jessie got trapped in the coal mine

the songs I've been playing over and over again lately are a Yiddish folk song about how childhood's forever over and gone, and a folk rock song about a miner dying in an accident before his wedding. Dunno what that says about my emotional health.

the popular misunderstanding that The Offspring wrote a song about trying to find bras that fit, based on the lyrics “you gotta lift and separate ‘em”

Ever since V I’ve had this idea for Indiana Jones VI. It’s now 1980 and a profoundly old Indy is the consultant for this movie Spielberg is making about him in 1936. He keeps grousing about how it didn’t happen that way while Marion tries to get him to take his blood pressure meds. And then something happens. I’m tempted to say a murder, or the Tunisia set winds up hitting actually significant Carthaginian ruins or w/e, but our hero must put on hat and leather jacket yet ANOTHER one last time.

And then with a stirring flash of brass music the movie version of Midway ended! Japan was defeated forever, and the next years of brutal island hopping and a horrifying bombing campaign were basically an afterthought.

Fuck it. ask me anything. If I get too uncomfortable I’ll just ask permission to answer via email or Telegram or something.

do NOT jump on the desk and yell “Run out the guns, Mr. Bellamy, and give them a whiff of grape shot!” even if the office is empty and I am listening to the “Cutthroat Island” soundtrack again. (Couldn’t actually listen to the Hook soundtrack without thinking about how we lost Rob, so I swapped out for a different pirate movie. Tbh I liked Cutthroat more than the PotC movies.)

Jaws also gets stupidly personal with me. It was on TV a LOT when I was a teenager, and the nerd character is not just the bravest of the three men, but also physically competent (something school was continually telling me I couldn’t be, and my family was telling me didn’t matter; this gets into how I’m actually kind of a jock and this was completely unacknowledged in my childhood).

I mean, who puts a really bright brass piece… about stereotypical tourists showing up in Cape Cod… and it’s part of a horror movie, which also is a retelling of Moby Dick? Jaws doesn’t get credit for being this brilliant.

ADHD theater: wanted to listen to the Raiders of the Lost Ark soundtrack, wait actually naw I want to listen to Jaws ‘cause it’s about the beach and the ocean, no wait that reminds me of “Eggman,” let’s play that.

It's never been this easy to be a radical leftist. When I was a kid, you had to protest an imperialistic war, be openly Queer in an obviously homophobic society, etc etc. These days wanting to survive in the high standard of living we enjoyed 8 years ago makes you an extremist.

Somehow the little firefox pocket thing showing me that really sadistic article about restarting loans, near an article about how great it is to take sleeper cars, really set off all the bitterness about how I want to travel and learn languages and martial arts, and go to cons and restart hobbies, but it's my glorious destiny to make money for my landlords in what's obviously an elistist society.

And I'd been doing pretty okay about all the emotional stuff involving regrets and fear for a while. Idk.