Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

I’m an adult and it’s not like I’m going to eat ALL these reduced price cookies, I just want 3 or 4.

I’m comforted in my sheer hate for Seattle that anywhere else I might want to live is completely impossible (Perth, Wellington), has the same fucking problems (Santa Cruz, Uclulet) or has different, worse problems (Haifa and Odessa are right out).

Sort of wild that I’m pissed off at my ex for something completely UNrelated to our relationship falling apart (which is the obvious reason why anyone would be pissed at their ex, right?).

Gelatinous Cube™️ action figure accessory with realistic Jiggle Action™️

that crucial hurt/fear of my childhood, “look I did what everyone thought was so important instead of what I actually wanted to do, and it wasn’t good enough so of course yay there’s more important stuff to do, what if I’m never able to do their important stuff well enough that they leave me alone?“

what if; the party meets in an inn, but that's because there's a batch of adventures immediately linked to the inn itself?

Like; it's a new business and the innkeeper's brought together anyone whom they vaguely think of as a competent adventurer to investigate the sub-basement, offering room and board in return?

great, I've moved on from a combination of being angry at my allies and myself, to feeling really sad about Robin Williams dying, how this year included probably the last Indiana Jones movie ever, and as a function of both, how I'm old and have little left ahead but dying. Schoen, echt toll.

"This is it. This is where Forrestal cashed in."
"A friend of yours?"
"A competitor. He was good. He was very, very good."
"Please senhor. No-one has come out of that place alive."

Just one #drawing today, because I want to demonstrate I feel more than anxiety and rage.

reiterating my idea to translate "Let's Lynch the Landlord" into Yiddish and pass it off as a protest song from the turn of the last century

"the only thing holding you back is yourself" oh really? I thought what was holding me back was my role as life support system for landlords, but then I'm a dumb poor yid, what the hell do I know.

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