Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

The end of The Crow where Eric and Shelly get to be dead together, gothily ever after.

I live with a lot of really deep rooted feelings of impending doom, and flipping that fantasies about what I imagine as safety, and sometimes I wonder if (counter to usual assumption that coworkers etc never have to feel like this) most people are wandering around the same way.

apparently my brain decided yep, fine hour to be awake

ladies and
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN
gib gib gib OOORNGH
gib gib gib OOORNGH
gib gib gib OOORNGH
gib gib gib OOORNGH
SCHPIDAH! he is our hero!
SCHPIDAH! get rid of
SCHPIDAH! step on spider
SCHPIDAH! we love you spider

OOORNGH
I PROMISE not to KILL you
SCHPIDAH

*October. The Israel-Hamas war starts, my temp job ends, I get slammed by car insurance costs.
*November. Start current temp job after testing, interviewing, find out I won’t get paid until mid December.

And that brings me to now. Meantime there’s been my family, Twitter dying, the ongoing AI bullshit, how much other stress? And plenty of good things, but…

* April. Fired. Landlords announce hiking my rent in June again.
* May. Work at a call center but I have to pass training and it seems intended that I will fail, which then happens, ending the assignment. Triggery.
* June. Temp job at a non profit, a friend (not close, but a friend) suicides. Another area friend who I’d hoped would become a housemate has to move south.
* July. Non profit job ends.
* August. Start work at a seafood company.
* September. High holidays.

* January. Starts ridiculously good but my job duties get cut, then I get laid off.
* February. Start a new job at a property management company. Dental insurance conveniently finds reasons I now need to pay for stuff in October.
*March. Provide crash space for someone who’s getting kicked out, pick up/transport their stuff to Portland. Suddenly management has decided to get rid of my job via deciding I’m a terrible employee which doesn’t get communicated gently…

Anyway, Half Price Books has a sale so I stumbled around both of the east side ones yesterday and came away with one rules book I haven’t owned in decades plus a player’s guide I always wanted but never owned. Explains today’s listening to The Cure and Sisters of Mercy.

https://youtu.be/gXgqwsgibfM?si=a05Klk-24rsaDoQB

oh, to be essentially a very large carnivorous maritime elk hanging out with their grandma, singing mystic ballads in the space between spaces and eating really fat herring

I still have boxer shorts on, that counts as sober.

COVERED IN SHIT IS ALL YOU DESIRE
MYSTICAL DOORWAY SWIRLING WITH FIRE
WE'LL USE THE PLUNGER IF BLOCKAGE WON'T BUDGE!
IT'S A DOOR TO THE PLANE OF FUDGE!

and now a break from ST TOS soundtracks to listen to "Jiggle the Handle"

“What Is My Cat Really Thinking “? But this book is nothing but blank pages!

I busted ass to try and ensure this pretty substantial bill hit the general ledger today. Hence the late lunch, please don’t tell HR. It’s now up to folks who audit this stuff. Figures this would all happen after a night of not anywhere near enough sleep.

oh YEAAAH Amon Amarth! This album makes me want to do something ultramacho like charge my foes in a svinfylking! Or possibly just SAY “svinfylking”!

a so called Roth IRA named after its creator, David Lee Roth

Man I should have swiped all the Fritz Lieber books from my folks’ place. It’s not like my Dad reads them. This thought is unrelated to sleep deprivation and listening to The Sword.

Jon's favorite Magic cards this year!

Phyrexian Cole Slaw
Generic Drizzt Knockoff
I Forgot How Much Acid I Took (Now That's A Problem)

... darn, since I don't play Magic I'm completely out of joke already.

I bet you won't believe who's up in the middle of the night with insomnia

Today’s other #drawing, furry pinup art.