Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

psyching myself up for visiting my parents

https://youtu.be/1ErIJuYFh1A?si=MhdgtMI7lF49WKyh

https://youtu.be/SHByERlH2FQ?si=rVvgYb6De-7DC3tw

because sometimes morale's so low you just need to play air guitar to the bit where Paul conquers the Worm while completely baked from all the Spice coming out of its spiracles.

man it is SO disappointing that 40K's "void dragon" is just some humanoid C'tan thing with scarabs and not actually a Necron-aesthetic mechanical dragon like a Zoid or something

what bothers me is that I literally CANNOT step this down all that much, it's grief; it would be profoundly unhealthy NOT to cycle through intense anger and loss. Worse, like other grief, this is always going to be with me at some point. At least realizing this is part of "acceptance," I guess.

oooh, not afraid to speak out against a minority with practically no numbers, money or political clout, you're such a big man, your folks must be REAL proud of you.

the inevitability of getting real stoned and writing that Dune Crystal crossover fiction in which Jen, the Kwisatz Haderach, is a master of a weirding way based entirely on sound, and uses it to defeat the skeksis and their Emperor

the Great Conjunction nears

in the grim darkness of the far future

potato chips are considered heretical since they have the characteristic ridges of Genestealer cult outfits

took me until today to figure out what was going on with some weird remnant self hate, and why I really empathize with trans men despite how if anything I'm trans feminine

he called you "the enemy camp" but you'll still kiss ass up to him and pretend like you're Walter fucking Cronkite opposing Vietnam

your entire profession is as disgusting, get fucked

man I'd somehow forgotten how GOOD an album Vision Thing is

*goths out*

I GOT SOMETHING WEIRD IN MY ENCHILADA
I'M A BROTHER OF SORTS TO TORQUEMADA
LONG DISTANCE INFORMATION DISCONNECT ME IF YOU CAN

this might be a little too serious after watching a YT video about how every 40K faction is bad, but;

there's a certain uncomfortable empathy with people "on the other side, the bad guys" in that, when I look at my own resentment, and I look at rhetoric and actions by different "good guys" which prompted my resentment, I honestly don't think *I'm* the good guy either.

Let's be *very* careful out there.

Thinking about people on the other side and how a lot of them are probably okay people. Hear me out.

Recently found out about Heinrich Severloh in wargaming magazines. The Beast (or Butcher) of Omaha. Farm kid gets drafted, says impolitic stuff in Russia, winds up stationed at a foxhole with a squad level machine gun and a couple of rifles, overlooking Omaha Beach. Severloh fires everything at the Americans. He thinks he's shot 1000, maybe 2000 of our guys (unlikely) and the next day he surrenders. The war's OVER for him, it'll haunt him, he cries when he talks about it decades later.

About the furthest you can get from a hardcore Nazi.

But the people he shot were still dead or badly wounded.

"maybe this week wasn't the best time for an intensive dentist appointment" they thought, nearly bursting into tears while cooking and overhearing housemate playing a choral cover of "The Answer is Blowing in the Wind"

still beats my Dad's liver cancer scare on election week in 2016

business sign: Burgermaster home of the Baconmaster

me: YOUR LIFE RUNS FASTER
OBEY YOUR MASTER! MASTER!
MASTER OF BURGERS IS PULLING YOUR STRINGS

Did not expect to figure out something relatively inspiring this week, but I think I just did

#drawing yesterday

I THINK I was able to rejoin the ACLU. If not I just dropped money on 'em, it's not like they won't use it, hopefully for ACTUALLY protecting people, not like the last time I was a member.

I couldn't recall my old membership number, so I'm a new NAACP member again.