Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

"Koona t'chuta Solo?
"Tell him he got the wrong guy."
"Ee mara tom tee tok maky cheesa."
"He say you Blade Runner."
"Tell him I'm eatin'."
"Jabba won neechee kochba mu shanee wy tonny wya uska. Chosky nowy u chusu, el jaya kulpa intick kuny ku suwa."
"Bryant, huh?"

The charmer's name was GAV. BRYANT must'a upped him to BLADERUNNER SQUADRON. That GIBBERISH he was speaking was COMIC BOOK LETTERING, sans-serif fonts with RANDOM EMPHASIS added in BOLDFACE or CAPITALS. Sure I knew the LINGO, every good cop DID, but I wasn't gonna make it EASY for him.

* soundtrack *
* Harrison Ford voice *

THEY DON'T ADVERTISE FOR KILLERS IN A NEWSPAPER. THAT'S WHAT I WAS. EX COP. EX KILLER. EX BLADERUNNER. I QUIT BECAUSE I HAD A BELLYFUL OF HARD BOILED BARITONE NARRATION. BUT THEN, I'D RATHER BE A NARRATOR THAN A VICTIM.

* lights up *

Whereas the meeting between Konrad Curze and the Emperor was basically;

“Don’t call me Konrad! I am DARKNESS! I am the NIGHT! I am… ow ow ow MIGRAINE!”
“Here ya go kid.”
“Gee thanks.”

So basically the Emperor of Mankind approached Fulgrim with an irresistible promise of NEA grants and offered to usher in a golden age of public broadcasting the likes of which Chemos had never seen and he went okay sure I’m in.

Do *you* ever feel that you're completely worthless and vile, but after a while you're able to wobble back to thinking that no, how you are might not be great but you're still largely okay, and don't have to be utterly amazing at everything to justify your continued existence?

Asking for a friend.

dream last night definitely day residue, where it was getting close to 8 am and I had to stop reading and leave the bookstore to go to work, but my subconscious put so much detail into the bookstore; people in wheelchairs, kids being loud and nearly forgetting a backpack, hobby horses with little solar panels which powered eyes that closed and opened again. When I left the store in the dream a man was leading a horse and one dude was talking to his friend. Crushing feeling of regret.

oh NO

so we *should* hunt something big in Pangaea so we have food. I suggested some prehistoric stuff, including Glyptodons, and players being players, we not only ate one, our Ahroun is now hoping to make ARMOR OUT OF IT.

The thing I love most about TTRPGs is that the win condition is "I'm with my friends." The entire party can wipe out, as long as you've got friends and snacks, you've succeeded as much as if you've saved all Greyhawk from Kyuss made manifest. It's still pretty magical now, but before I turned 18?

everyone thinks Mr. Blobby is obviously Nurgle aligned but I to be different insist he’s Tzeench

only the really hardcore insist he’s Slaaneshi

#drawing last night, furry pinup art. Was listening to “Jesse Got Trapped in the Coal Mine” by Goodnight Texas.

I'm driving home listening to the jazz station and an old Monk tune comes on, Bemsha Swing.

Problem is my first exposure to it was actually somehow NOT Monk or this (https://youtu.be/eyzBn4rhvvQ) awesome Coltrane version but the Red Hot Chili Pepper's "FU." So I'm driving and singing along...

I hear the horses thunder down in the valley below
I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon, waitin' for the Eastern glow
the apples of the valley hold
the seeds of happiness
the ground is rich from tender care
repay, do not forget
oh no, dance in the dark night
sing to the morning light
the apples turn to brown and black
the tyrant's face is red.

listening to my favorite Pink Floyd song. You know, the one that reminds me of LotR.

Feeling self indulgent so here are some little D&D friends from #drawing tonight.

Non furry #drawings this weekend.

ruining the concert of Elmer Bernstein's music by declaring BEEF! or BEEF! IT'S WHAT'S FER DINNER! loudly, and describing specific passages as particularly beefy

Furry pinup #drawings from or tightened this weekend.

Replacing HAL’s dialogue in 2001 where Bowman is trying to access the airlock with the “Dave’s not here, man” sketch

Finished #coloring a #drawing