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luckily the "I MISS THE 90S I HATE BEING OLD" set off by The Rocketeer soundtrack was quickly offset by snickering at the musical cues for the Genesis Device

ah yes there's that cool in the air and the leaves are changing and it's time to play Type O Negative's 1999 album "World Coming Down" again and again and again and a

so wait if Warren Zevon "saw Lon Cheney walking with the Queen" doesn't that imply that he's not so much a Wolf-Man and more accurately a Corgi-Man?

"YES, SIMBA?"

"Well we rule from Pride Rock, right?"

"YES, MY SON."

"Are we... you know..." *hand gesture*

"UH. UM. REALLY WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT WHAT DUTIES A KING HAS TO HIS SUBJECTS."

"I mean there's Uncle Scar, he's like eight on the Kinsey scale."

The whole "Haitian immigrants eat pets" bugs me worse than I originally thought, anti-Blackness has nearly always been crucial to the GOP;

Pretty sure the sheer over the top nature is a deliberate ploy to make less ridiculous claims ("they're dirty and shoplift") more believable.

There's always the chance they'll sour communities enough that at some point Haitian expats will riot or w/e so they can point and go SEE?

Last, just the open ugliness of even a flimsy excuse working for what they want to do.

TACO BELL AD: It's time for a new era of chicken, a zesty quesadilla era, a...

ME: a red day, a chicken day, ere the sun's rising! Ride now, ride now, ride to Gondor!

“In the darkest depths of Mordor I met a girl so fair”

Oh boy Cirith Ungol, just where I go to meet girls. Let me guess, shapely undershot jaw with huge tusks, eyes the most radiant shade of red, delts out to here?

realizing that I hate the "all furries are brilliant super ultra professionals" because it's basically the "all disabled people heroically overcome spectacular obstacles" trope - which is its own iteration of bad, and which I tend to miss under "oh great someone's expecting me to be a smart success for them/has just implied or told me I don't belong in the GOOD people."

the DEN OF EVIL!

you could say it's pretty much the heart of the Split Level of Elemental Evil since it's right between The Garage of Chaos and the Kitchen of Danger, and also there's the Laundry Doom

this in turn gets me to the goblin songs in the Rankin-Bass "The Hobbit"

and again, I love how most of the songs in that movie are happy "let's play hackey sack on the Diag then see if Truth House has that tofu salad I like", and then the goblins show up and their songs are all "OH YEAH FLOGGING"

and then in this ad for baby food this woman kept saying "my baby" and obviously this is the cue to listen to Dance Magic Dance again

slap that magic dance on me
slap that baby, make him pee

one of my favorite just weird random facts is how Julius Fucik's "Entry of the Gladiators" got associated with clowns. For a while it was a cue to alert circus folks that something had gone wrong without alerting the audience, and in that case the clowns would come out and do their thing for as long as it took to get stuff back under control. (This might not be true but I like the idea.)

"have you ever wondered what happens [in Tolkien] when characters sail to the Undying Lands?"

well I assume they don't die.

I'm currently in one of those "I am shit from shit people" headspaces. It will pass, I just have to sit it out, but it's never easy.

#SUBPOST even more horrifically I realized you can sing “what’s new atheist?” to the tune of “what’s new pussycat?”

Tell me I don’t need to spend $18 on noodles

This is a really SPECIFIC hyperfocus nerd gripe;

There’s been all these Aliens films since the first four but none with the USCM, and the hyperfocus part is, if the Colonial Marines are essentially Vietnam era in space, I really want to see whatever’s their equivalent to an M50 Ontos.

Yesterday’s #drawing. Inspired by Wargames Atlantic’s werewolves, I wanted to try more Hollywood style part bareskinned werewolves. I now think the feet should be five toed - there’s just too much muscle on a human’s big toe for it to absorb/become a dewclaw.

“DIG through the ditches and BURN through the witches I SLAM in the back of my DRAGULAAAA” is the old saying but what if you don’t want a slam in your Dragula, what if you want Moons Over My Hammy or substituting waffles or something?