Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

watching Emmet Otter's Jug Band for the first time ever. This thing's gorgeous. I can see where this is going, this is The Gift of the Magi again, isn't it?

Did they give a time frame or location for this? I missed the start, and they read as southern enough to give me the heebie jeebies, but that's distinctly not a southeastern winter, so maybe they're yankees from Virginia or something.

Getting stuff at a dim sum place which I’d never get my folks to try, so I was curious about a pork liver cilantro noodle. I didn’t anticipate I’d actively like it; the fairly bland meaty liver really works with the soft noodle and how it soaks up sauce!

IIIII CAN’T STAND IT
I KNOW Y’PLANNED IT
I’MA SET STRAIGHT THIS WATUHGATE
BECAUSE I CAN’T STAND ROCKIN’ WHEN I’M IN THIS PLACE
BECAUSE I FEEL DISGRACE
BECAUSE Y’ALL IN MY FACE
SO MAKE NO MISTAKES AND SWITCH UP MY CHANNEL!
I’M BUDDY RICH WHEN I FLY OFF THE HANDLE!

there's a lot of things I want to talk about, possibly unmedicated ADHD speaking *but* I realized, looking up range part of why I like rose breasted grosbeaks and scarlet tanagers are I haven't been in their range for literally decades, and they were birds I saw or could have seen growing up.

Off to get coffee and see if that makes me focus.

Imperium of Mankind; oh we grafted a toaster to some dude’s skull, let us together recite the benedictus aureus brunneis to the sacred god emperor

Orks; ya ‘it da toaster ‘ard enough and eventually da bread falls out

Drukhari; we don’t NEED souls to run the toaster, we just WANT to

"Christmas on Hoth Star Wars Christmas Music and Ambience" my dude have you SEEN Empire Strikes Back? It's Christmas 364/year on Hoth, and true to the holiday, IT'S BLOODY MISERABLE

psychopompadour, a mythical greaser with perfect hair who escorts your spirit to the land of the dead

There’s a hole and a ladder,
A fence we can climb,
Mad as a hatter
You’re thin as a dime
Go out to the meadow,
The hills are a-green,
Sing me a rainbow,
Steal me a dream.

lost as I may be
in the fog of my own noise and trivialities
Grand Holy Mother, grant me clarity
I am standing on the edge of forever
forever
#SongLyrics

thinking about being able to do negativas after 7, or not having small children running around on my ceiling at 1, and the dream of being in some sort of house, even a small one, suddenly makes a lot more sense

hey kids do you know what really captures the holiday spirit

that's right RUNNING AROUND AT TOP SPEEDS and YELLING

at least no sing along yet. Maybe it's just normal running around yelling, not party running and yelling.

Tonight’s project was making food for a solstice thing tomorrow

why does this ad for GIVING SEASON feature someone makin' Gowron eyes at me

is this supposed to inspire me that donating will bring me glory

pools of sorrow waves of joy
are drifting through my opened mind
possessing and caressing me
jai guru deva om
nothing's gonna change my world
nothing's gonna change my world

... this is when I do a quick image search and find they completely revamped East Quad.

oooh look. Someone in the office made coffee. Brown stuff so sludgy, Tim Curry’s practically here singing about how it makes him horny.

*pours a refill*

Aha, a bill from New Orleans for water that’s warm and green, so you can probably guess the song cue here.

today I was thinking about how everything I was interested in as a kid (and now) was about curiosity rather than completing tasks (and of course having to do tasks perfectly is the opposite of being curious); make stuff, figure things out. I was so obviously a poster child for ADHD.

surely someone has filked "Smoke on the Water" to be about GaryCon, on the Lake Geneva shoreline

this reminds me of my ambition to vandalize an "In-and-Out Burger" sign with "Funky Claude was running"