Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

Setting aside "Pride is about identifying openly as people they want shamed and dead" we still get "Pride is about someone OTHER than the worst people on earth having a big party for THEMSELVES on OUR dime," and it's been a bad year for the worst people on earth having THEIR big party on OUR dime.

Similar for Juneteenth, furry cons, etc. At some point imho this becomes something to celebrate because it's about someone OTHER than the tech bros, the fundies and the Nazis.

The subtle difference between “these people are understandably upset, but it’s still incredibly uncomfortable to be around” and “these are literally the worst people on earth and practically a different species” best expressed as “I want to get stoned beyond what Cheech Marin considers real stoned.”

https://youtu.be/9py-oPHf_0g

BADDER THAN BOWMAN!
STRONGER THAN ARMSTRONG!

NEVER AN ASTRONAUT LIKE THIS ONE!
HE'S GOT A PLAN TO STICK IT TO THE MAN!

* throws crescent kicks in slow motion *

putting the bratwursts on those little pointy tipped ear of corn things so you can eat them like corn on the cob

Remembering; I am coyote, and from the moment I opened blue eyes to stare unfocused at a world full of wonder to the day my last breath will rattle in my thin rib cage, everything I experience, everything and everyone I love, all this is lived within a world where others have decided I'm vermin, threat, never to be granted the security and value of what they prize. But that doesn't negate in any way the value of what and who I experience and love.

#drawing last night, finally drew mermaids for #MerMay

#drawing last night, the wizard council finally finds the crypt.

#drawings yesterday

When YOU need an onager ballista or trebuchet in a hurry there’s just one place to go! That’s right BIG DAVE’S BIG USED SIEGE EQUIPMENT! You need pavises for crossbowmen, we got pavises! Don’t miss our hwacha special all this month! Y’all come on down to Big Dave’s Big Used Siege! Right off Buford Hwy in Doraville!

The name is actually misleading

You play the shoehorn by putting it in your mouth next to your teeth like a jaw harp

It still basically only makes one note

yep, some sort of weird anxiety spike so it was time for a Coyote Space Agency mission into low geosynchronous orbit for routine maintenance, if you know what I'm sayin'

* Blue Danube Waltz intensifies *

this Memorial Day let's reflect on how, by waving racist rhetoric of invasion as an excuse to attack unarmed civilians in our own country, Republicans have finally harnessed the money-making potential of war without having to face the PR disaster of Americans coming back dead or needing VA help

I've been realizing this morning, while awake in the middle of the night (well, sleep cycle) that what I find fulfilling in my life is interacting with other people, and feeling that I do things beyond just surviving a society which is a giant money making scam for rich people.

In the past few months

* interacting with people got shuffled around
* interacting with my parents has felt more necessary, and that's largely shelving my personality for 1 day of every 14 days
* politics turns trying to push back from an expression of self into a necessity
* GenAI limits where I feel I can post online without being scraped, while finally ending my hopes of going FT with art
* both politics and GenAI really hammer home that I'm surviving a society which is a giant money making scam for rich people

The initial monologue "THE GRID. A digital frontier. I tried to picture packets of information as they moved through the computer. Were they like BOOGERS? Were they stretchy, could you roll them up and flick them?" while popular with 10 year old test audiences, was edited to better fit the final movie

and y'wanna know what's practically worst thing about this needless, egregious BULLSHIT? It's that not only are the worst people in the world upsetting me while I'm drinking coffee, stitching images and listening to Louis Armstrong on a sunny day off, but my FRIENDS complaining reminded me they're fucking out there doing crap, and now I'm making YOU feel as bad as my friends just inadvertently made me feel.

“Where do you get shortbread?”
“About three shelves below the tallbread.”

#drawing last night

It bugs me how my *actual* worries and self-doubts (for instance, any gender dysphoria) are completely buried and hard to separate out from all sorts of abuse issues, but 1) I guess that's true of everyone really and 2) if they could easily be separated out from a huge tangle I'd have resolved them years ago.

dream last night - I'm with a friend showing off these 90s vintage, West End Games Star Wars splatbooks I'd just bought, and we're looking at a fake ad for cybernetics. Black and white with 1990s awesome computer graphics of a head and a dissected hand. The text is something like "She sees his screens. He holds her hand" and I say something like "if my fingers looked like that they'd hurt more than they already do."

"Low Rider" => discovering "Up in Smoke" is free on YouTube => discovering "Point Break" is free on YouTube => discovering "Surf Nazis Must Die" is free on YouTube

I could potentially have a VERY stoned VERY SoCal themed weekend