Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

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so on the way home there was a pedestrian in dark clothes crossing Aurora not at a crosswalk, so my headlights were why I saw them in time. I swerved, slammed on the brakes and as soon as I stopped, put on blinkers and ran out to look for them in case I'd hit them and they needed aid. They were walking across the other side of the street so I yelled "are you okay? Sir, are you okay?" at them, and they said they were fine, so I kept going, but this really shook me up.

Friends tell me that was the right thing to do, but I still feel like shit anyway.

anyway as long as I'm here trying very hard not to feel like complete shit, y'all want to see recent drawings?

okay, so after starting with the day off, I actually cleared my inbox and put in for some jobs. Deffo deserve to have a bagel with (non-dairy) cream cheese and maybe lox.

Okay, "Mack the Knife" is a lot less happy and bouncy as the original Moritatensong, which introduces Macheath/Mackie Messer as a generally unpleasant character, at the start of The Threepenny Opera.

But the really wild story is; Threepenny Opera was originally going to open with the beggar king's song. The actor playing Macheath wanted it to start with a song about *his*... cravat, of all things. Starting the opera with a song about Macheath's *character* is actually a compromise.

she held out hope for a couple of months
that he was still livin' somewhere
he'd put up the strongest kind of fight
he'd dig himself out with the dynamite
he'd finally be free on the fifth of July
- but Jesse got trapped in the coal mine,
never did marry his girl

down down under West Virginia
down down in the pitch black earth
down down, underneath she cried
down down deep below the surface
down down by the Mason-Dixon line
down down, underneath she cried
"my love is somewhere in that mountain."

status; we are cloaked. Federation ship approaching. Range, 10000 kallikams. #qapla #moviequote

when I actually worked for Amazon as an accounting clerk, it was such a compelling experience that I never wanted to go back there again. In the years since they've gotten even bigger and crueler, so why would I ever want to work for them as a delivery driver or warehouse worker?

@frost I got bagels! And a giant sandwich which I ate, and a used book about long dead Brits. Heading south again!

some days you just have to break into elfin song while walking among the ferns and trees

okay so “Jiggle the Handle” isn’t exactly traditional

trust me it sounds better in Sperethiel

I am a dwarf and I’m back on my shit
Shitty shitty shit
Shitty shitty shit

#subskeet Knives In n Out, the less classy version about poisoned Animal Style Fries

Man I’m not digging the chest pains thing lately.

I fell asleep despite people yelling at each other and kids loudly running around, and now that it's relatively quiet I am awake and still having different self worth stuff

where it strikes me that at some point all self worth basically winds up being take it on faith that I'm actually okay despite my "flaws" (in many cases stuff which is just fairly normal or forgettable rather than anything actively *bad*).

man I'm having weird body image issues about now. the pitter patter of little feet above my head while adults yell at each other is not really helping. ah, there's the stereo.

have you ever noticed how most fantasy/DnD evil organizations are hand, skull or eye themed? you could try something novel like The Brotherhood of the Crystal Kidneys, or The Crimson Elbows with their distinctive secret assassin cabal salute

I've suddenly realized how something I *hated* in a past D&D game (as in part of why I dropped out) would be covered way more elegantly by how "Volley" works in Dungeon World

Part 2: I feel like this is another effect of growing up with lots of dogmatism, exclusivity, competition, dualism. Even though I didn’t/literally couldn’t become a straight white Christian conservative southerner, I still internalized wanting some right decision that keeps me safe (in this case, always-good political grouping, you’d think an anarchist would know better); that’s not how the world works.

The down side to how people are people everywhere, is how no one group is devoid of assholes. So I’d love it if my ethnic/religious group, other groups perceived as allies and fellow Queers were unanimously saintly but nope. Reality isn’t that convenient. Similarly while its real easy to spot right wing assholes, the left has plenty of shitty people and shitty behavior, despite how I would like to believe otherwise.