Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

I've seen things you people couldn't imagine. Attack ships on fire off the shores of Orion. I've seen C-beams glittering in their armor off the Tannhaueser Gate. And now all these memories will be lost, like tears in the rain. Time to die.

... I was gonna mash that up with Spock's last words and Rick's mansplainy harangue from Casablanca, but naw. Some things should stay sacred maybe.

I want more life, fucker.

just like ev'ry autumn, leaves fall from the trees
tumble to the ground and die
so in the springtime like sweet memory
they will return, as will I
like the sun, dear, up on high
we'll return to the sky
and we'll banish the pain and the sorrow
until tomorrow, goodbye

*mimics lighting up*

I really dislike filling out background checks, it makes me feel like my past is about to condemn me. It doesn't take much to really trigger my paranoia about authorities, and that's a lot.

"Do you like our owl?"
"It's artificial?"
"Of course it is."
"Must be expensive."
"Very."
"It seems you feel our work is not a benefit to the public."
"Replicants are like any other machine, they're either a benefit or a hazard. If they're a benefit, it's not my problem."
"May I ask you a personal question?"
"Sure."
"Have you ever retired a human by mistake?"
"No."
"But in your position that is a risk?"

Left VM for one Senator, talked to another Senator's office, emailed Rep about the asbestos thing. I am livid at how this detriment to our citizens is nakedly done for the benefit of people who own this administration. But of course nothing I do means anything here.

coyote song of the indeterminate time period;

"Talisman," All Them Witches. https://youtu.be/-jWL2FYuTWA

seriously, this makes me feel like going up into the mountains, into the forests, to die in a place that feels like home. That's how good it is.

I FEEL A CHANGE BACK TO A BETTER DAY
HAIR STANDS ON THE BACK OF MY NECK
AND A QUESTION HANGS HEAVY IN THE AIR, WHEN WILL YOU RAGE?

aren't we friends?
aren't we friends?
so what's the problem,
let me borrow that top.
Let me borrow that top,
Let me borrow that top,
Let me borrow that FUCKING top.
* grinds hips *

Some from yesterday and this morning, trying to work ideas from mechanical #drawings back into figure drawing. Some videos suggested working on faces very small as an exercise to focus on key features.

and drifting off to sleep, my brain threw out a dumb idea; what if the association of werewolves and full moons is incidental? That hybrid wolfman/crinos/etc form has better night vision than a human (and humanish color vision), but still needs more light to operate effectively?

So not only are werewolves more observable during the full moon, but they're also actually more active in hybrid form.

put on Lama Tashi chanting the Green Tara mantra, and sat while it was going. It really does help.

Today, I've wandered into a big pit of fear that shut my brain down, and a big realization about my baggage... after a small realization yesterday, after Saturday's huge amount of cracking my issues.

This is definitely "talk to your shrink about this" territory, though I can't afford a therapist at the moment.

* sighs * I hit one of those temporary bad patches, all fear and shame and doubt, and just as I was about to go do dishes (and I really should do that!) instead I found YouTube videos of Iain McCaig talking and started watching/listening.

And it's more magical than any film he's worked on (there are some very good ones in there!). He really makes me feel like we're together on a decades-long adventure where we tell each other amazing stories.

https://twitter.com/NoraGarciasArt/status/934877478090362880

y'know phrased as "Meet the Yeen Family" that suggests some sort of sitcom. Probably from the mid-90s, when we had a dinosaur sitcom.

"Sir? Might I skip out?"
"Whatever for, leftenant?"
* whisper whisper whisper *
"Evacuate? In our moment of triumph? I think you overestimate their chances."

"Death Star in range."
"You may commence kettledrumming."
"Kettledrum leitmotif initiated."

"Artoo, that rear deflectional stabilizer's gone gamey again, do be a love and lock it down."
"dwee DWOOOT"
"Thanks awfully."
"Luke! Those minor key horns are coming to a crescendo! I can't hold them off much longer!"

* speaks to the side, into mask *
"Right then Biggs, Wedge, we're going in wind-up."
"Err not to be a bother, Luke, but aren't we quite liable to prang at that velo?"
"Oh, no bother. It'll be a pleasant bimble like punting on the Tame back home"
* X-wings bank hard, dive inverted *