Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

man apparently the "fuck off" dose of melatonin worked less well than hoped. I was DOWN for pretty much 5 hours, but then awake.

typed up a big long rant, but eh, saying it *to* someone is a little less important than saying it. Looked at some photos of forests, and cats.

dear YouTube, I realize g-ddamn rich fascists own everything including your willingness to push them on us, but I'm still skeeved that somehow "I want to listen to someone playing slide guitar in a forest" translates to "I want some rich pig to tell me about how bad wokeness is."

https://youtu.be/gWz-V_Wgqpw?si=aD5Q9RK_IiKx-V4c

"they cut the power man, how can they do that, they're animals"

A big personal side of politics here is, my experience has been older people (not completely bought into an utterly vile system, the best example here is my Dad) seek solace in the idea that everything is shit. This is not how *I* want to become a senior citizen. There’s of course nuance (life holds lots of joy despite literally the worst people… if you survive the direct or indirect actions of right wingers and antisemites), but I would like to feel justified in hope politically, as well.

I remain pissed at nominal allies and by extension myself. I’m not quite past all of 2023’s bullshit after all. Technically given the grinding resentment, I’m still not quite over 2002’s bullshit.

Following up Sisters of Mercy with Clan of Xymox is pretty logical, but I can’t help feeling I need eyeshadow at this point.

Oh yeah starting the week with Sisters of Mercy’s “Floodland” album. What’s he on about? Who cares, it’s DARK. I use two dots of Animalism!

tbh, I think you can still welcome kink into furry cons and spaces *even* if you're fairly vanilla or ace, *even* if you see puritanism as a move to make *you* unwelcome next;

frankly, the kink still brings creative and independent energy, and without *that* you get bland shit like San Francisco Pride.

Currently kinda sad that party over, weekend over, and lots of uncertainty ahead. Trying to spend some of the last daylight outside.

#drawings from today, or finished today.

If I ever run VtM, I’ve decided no PC and probably no NPC Malkavians or Ravnos. Completely insensitive takes on psych issues and antiziganism do NOT mix well with the worst stereotypes of playing Chaotic Neutral D&D characters.

After a list of firearms which suggest that your PCs are going to get into extended sieges with SWAT teams and Garou, a short discussion of hacking and drugs, an extensive list of camping gear suggesting a PC hike through Nevada at night for some casual diablerie, and stats for ghouled animals, there’s finally a tiny section of magical items, including a Blood Point fueled dagger too long to be a Lupine’s tooth - and as a WtA player/GM I go “oh shit that’s a Bane/Fang dagger.”

And, RIGHT after the basic rules tell you Drive and Firearms don’t cover tanks and heavy artillery, guess what’s in the Player’s Guide? “Buahahaha, Lupines! Our loader has three dots in Celerity, let’s see you Rage for Gaia’s grief against 60 tons of MBT!”

Planet of the Apes
Children of the Apes
Ape Messiah
Foundation and Apes
Moreta, Apelady of Pern

WHOA SHAKSHUKA
BAM BA LAM

I adore how Wallace and Grommit is so English you can tell they don’t just have tea, they’re drinking tea with milk and sugar.

Okay we started 2024 with Troma’s “Banana Motherfucker” and it was as good as we expect from Troma. We made it 15 minutes though a 15.5 minute long movie.

Playing Dr Dan Nguyen, 60 year old fisherman, in Betrayal at the House on the Hill. Role playing wise somehow he’s acquired a Brooklyn accent and complains about how his knees are killing him after doing the stairs in this place, he got two crossbow bolts in the back and might be getting a migraine.