Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

here's where my mind is at rn;

I grab various stuff from my library to read on the toilet, so spotting an old Dragon magazine in my bathroom with the article "The Magic of Kyuss" set off singing "Lick Doo" while making dinner

@frost in all seriousness, thank you for reminding me to listen to the Green Tara Mantra.

https://youtu.be/gWCl_JWfmw4?si=8AmU8jAJBkXi0jp1

at 1:50 swivels in chair frantically making NYAO DAKKA DAKKA noises

"AI apps on your phone will be able to tell if you're depressed"

me in 3 years "well this thing's broken, it's sending me alerts daily"

my original plan was "these beans and rice are going to be pretty good, or I'll try to salvage them by dumping kochujang all over them," and they're pretty good, but I'm still pondering dumping kochujang all over them

what if I used today as an excuse to visit a bakery?

the combination of watching other people get a dream come true, with everything that comes out of job hunting (including holding off on weed in case there's a drug test), definitely doesn't feel great.

I don't need to spend money on congee, do I?

#drawings today

well my scanner (from 2015 or so?) finally bit the dust. I realize a GOOD artist draws directly using the wonderful tools in the graphics program, but what if I'm not a good artist and want to draw on the bus or something?

it's the way of the future because YOU KEEP TELLING US IT IS AND PUSHING IT ON US AND PUSHING IT AND PUSHING IT rather than because it's actually a helpful, sustainable technology, FUCK YOU

who pollinates the pollinators?

hey, autistic folks;

would any of you have an opinion about https://www.acesaba.com/ ? They're my afternoon phone screen, but I want to check whether they're actually helping the kids.

Right now stuff I've run into about ABA makes me VERY wary. I've worked for The Bad Guys before (I actively liked working on U2 stuff), and I need the money, but.

A big thing to come out of my childhood was "I am not safe or comfortable" closely intertwined with "I am bad and inferior." The reality is I'm in some ways amazing and others broken and failed, and no more or less worthy than anyone else, since we're *all similar*, and the discomfort and threat of this world is pretty random. But my buttons get pressed, at some times a lot harder than others, and there's still a not small chance this will take me out.

I am now realizing that the heroic fantasy embodied in the art of Larry Elmore is amazing, luxurious hair.

Okay so it's probably more "being in your late 20s/early 30s forever" but still.

"an evening with Dr. Zahi Hawass, the man who made more money from Tutankhamen than Howard Carter ever did"

apparently listened to the Labyrinth soundtrack enough to recognize right before the BEST part of the movie

stuffing an entire t-shirt into my boxer shorts to add authenticity to singing along with "Dance Magic Dance"

slap that baby, make him pee!

Tell me I don’t need to spend money on either a lengua burrito from El Rinconsito, or chicken livers from Ezell’s.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, a batch of feel like shit buttons being pressed have resulted in feeling like shit.

now singing along to Amon Amarth's "Beserker at Stamford Bridge"

I don't know the lyrics so I'm just going "WRHHRAAAAAAGH" and occasionally adding "OTVAR ZA RUSS, FENRIS HJOELDA!" That works right.