Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

this again

She’s a good girl, loves burritos
Loves tacos, enchiladas too
She’s a good girl, crazy about sopas
And on Sundays she gets menu
Do I’m free!
Free fallin’!

so I want to avoid making my pessimism a self-fulfilling prophecy.

This is very easy while feeling trapped, stuck and treading water; coming from a background of catastrophising; influenced by how all it takes is some malicious intent to make everything harmful feel actively malicious (remember, some of the governments' actions are intentionally malicious); and sabotaged by ADHD/CPTSD inability to think of a future.

In other words I'm living through the sort of very frequent low level negatives which are what kept me in a cycle of self-hate and despair for decades, so even though I know my perception slants a lot more negative than actual (and potentially negative!) reality, this is VERY seductive for me - very hard not to buy into, totally.

the part of Siegfrieds Tod und Trauermarsch where I just cannot keep a straight face among all the apocalyptic epic and break out into "Oh mighty warrior of great fighting stock/Might I enquire to ask, ehhh, what's up, Doc?"

“ the New Age of customer service is AI first”

No, it isn’t. I’ve worked with AI just enough to know that invariably it’ll fuck up, and some actual person who is not getting paid enough will now be stuck dealing with a customer, who is now more frustrated because the first layer of stuff they went through didn’t work as advertised.

Well, blue sky appears to be down for me now

also, despite how much I loved Spider-Man II, “the power of the sun in the palm of my hand” sounds like an ad slogan for orange juice

HOT TAKE Spider Man III in 2007 should have featured Man Wolf and I say this not as a werewolf fan but as an Elfman fan, since Danny would’ve brought us an awesome soundtrack with moody violin and choral music AND theremin.

Anyway as you’re probably here for #drawings more than for my declining mental health (*I’m* here for my drawings more than my declining mental health anyway), here’s last night’s.

basically SW fandom solves towards exploring characters who have something individualistic about them, so any Imperial who gets a line or any alien. You never knew that dude third from Boba Fett when he's on the Sail Barge, is named Siegfried Bassoon and is there fundraising for environmental suits for disadvantaged youth.

I think most people have never been in a situation where the system was so obviously not there for them/so obviously self interested at their cost. Unfortunately for me, I haven't been in that sort of situation since my self-worth was a lot worse as a coping mechanism, so this is new territory for me, as well; the flip side of "hey I don't think of killing myself daily" is apparently "I'm angry and low on energy."

Here's the thing with my Polish ancestors;

My great grandfather's family were blond, blue eyed, had names like "Adolph," and spoke fluent German - not Polish. Despite this they always maintained they were Poles. (They were also SHORT. I've seen photos of them next to my Grampa, who barely made the NYPD's 5'6" height requirement.)

My best guess is either they were Silesian, OR decided Poles were a lot more popular in their new country (they came over a little bit before WWI), or possibly both.

yep, the "clean up your crime scene" stage of cooking with beets

and I used a LOT of poppy seeds in this tovchanka, but y'know what, it's not really getting into the spirit of my German - sorry, did I say German? I meant POLISH - ancestors unless you use enough poppy seeds to set off a drug test.

#drawing today, I think I just ran with the idea of Japanese beetle grubs.

This weekend’s used bookstore treasures!

magickal ritual for shapeshifting (M shifts only);

first take thee hence a BURRITO, grande, and dip it thus within THE COCK'S BEAK, while chanting thus; I am a COYOTE, and that's AWESOME.

#drawings from or finished up today. You can probably tell where I got tired. CW, futuristic firearms and cartoon but bloodless violence.

yesterday I watched a YouTube thing about D&D art by edition. The OSR dude (with obvious bias) talked about grimy, gritty 1e-2e art versus the young adult fiction/superheroic look of 5e art.

This gets me realizing part of why I like 4e's art most; 4e art's got some of the technical polish I really like in 5e, but it's still obviously different styles, different artists. In a subtle and probably unintended way it says "there's no one way to run or play D&D."

#drawing from Tuesday that I was too depressed and upset to post till now. Oddly pretty much the opposite of vent art.

This post brought to you through the realization that Mozart had THREE cool names, which is not really fair, and most known classical composers have really cool names (Erich Wolfgang Korngold is fucking badass, and Mario Castelnuovo-Tedesco is up there too).