Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

Trippin’ while I’m thinking
About a boy whose name was Sue
He’s a man, he’s a man crackerman
Crackerman, he’s a woman too!

You can tell this is an awesome punk album, it’s 15 minutes if that. I don’t think I get in trouble for listening to something called “Aglio e Olio” the same way I would with “Group Sex” (THE best punk album ever imho).

“Skip the grocery store meat markups” idk man “Grocery Store Meat Markups” sounds like they might do really awesome grindcore

#drawings started yesterday, tightened today

come to middle earth, a place so Gay it's been Pride Month for the last 5 centuries

the first bears were twinks, corrupted and given muscles and lots of body hair by Morgoth, now perfected in you, my fighting Castro-Hai

oh crap, it's the elves, eldest and most fucking boring children of Middle Earth, with their slow paced leitmotifs and their big chunks of the movie when remarkably little happens

when you're functionally immortal, spending 2 minutes on choral music while climbing a tree staircase is bubkes

* row after row of urinals, some long broken *

* Ian McKellan voice *

This was the great bathroom of the dwarves, Mik-tor-ation!

drawing at home means not only can I listen to the Fellowship of the Ring soundtrack, it means I can enthusiastically declare "Buggery!" every time there's the hobbit pennywhistle leitmotif

Cheez Whiz recovers spells only after a long rest unlike Cheez Warlock who gets fewer Caseumancy spells but only needs a short rest

oh YEAH it’s my favorite Modest Mouse track, “There is No G-d and Death is Soon and Final but Nothing to Feel Bad About”

Have you all been good boys and girls?

Would you like to hear a story?

Animals came from miles around,
Tired of livin’ so close to the ground,
They needed a change, that’s what they said
Life is better livin’ on two legs
But they were in for a big surprise
Cause they didn’t know the law.
AND THEN

time to listen to Oingo Boingo

aka “trying to self medicate away the horror of the Reagan years with caffeine and bouncing up and down”

One of the things about my CPTSD is the memory loss takes no prisoners, which means profoundly bland stuff got wiped out or resurfaces sometimes at least as often as trauma. Yesterday I got back memories of a stuffed toy I had as a kid, and today I keep remembering random hang outs with coffee etc.

I roam through the world thinkin’ about tomorrow
I roam through the world thinkin’ about tomorrow
thinkin’ about tomorrow
thinkin’ about tomorrow
I am smelling like a rose that somebody gave me on my birthday deathbed!
I am smelling like a rose that somebody gave me ‘cause I’m dead and bloated!

oh yeah KEXP played The Cure again!

oh and for the record Hunting Girl isn't my favorite Jethro Tull, my favorite's still Look Into the Sun

bet you thought it was Broadsword among other reasons 'cause that's the album that has Iain McCaig's cover art

oh man I dismissed Hunting Girl much as I liked the song because the lyrics are all oooooh Ian Anderson, big straight dude getting it on straightly but not into kink maaan

and fuck that message

but honestly the instrumentals are brilliant and the song's worth falling in love with for THAT reason

wish I had thought to have a half edible *earlier* so I could spare the time to listen to more music. I've listened to Battle of Evermore a million times, and Tinariwen will still be around for later.

I'll listen to my favorite Jethro Tull and then go to bed

maybe

close the door, put out the light
you know they won't be home tonight
the snow falls hard don't you know
the winds of Thor blowing cold
they're wearing steel that's bright and true
they carry news that must get through

the dogs of doom are howling more
a wolf shall devour the sun, and this shall be considered a great misfortune
a second wolf shall devour the moon and this too shall do great mischief

mind the Ginnugagap

so you run and you run to catch up to the sun but it's sinking
and racing around to come up behind you again
the sun is the same, in a relative way, but you're older
and shorter of breath and one day closer to death
ev'ry year is getting shorter
never seem to find the time
plans that either come to naught
or half a page of scribbled lines
hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way;
the time is gone, the song is over,
I thought I'd so much more to say.

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
when I come home cold and tired
I like to rest my bones besides the fire
far away, across the fields
the tolling of the iron bells
calls the faithful to their knees
to hear the softly spoken magic spells.