Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

I really, REALLY, did not sign up for all this. I’m waiting till I can get off shift and have a beer and draw fantasy cavalry.

I feel like at this point there are basically two takes on the pandemic;

1) I stay home as much as possible and avoid taking my mask off outside, have given up on cons, and roundly condemn anyone less cautious

2) I’M TALKING IN THE COFFEE SHOP 2’ BEHIND YOUR HEAD WITH MY MASK OFF BEFORE I GO TO KROGER!

And being in some in between point where I want to hang out at Starbucks, go to restaurants or hike, while still being cautious about masks and distance, is uncomfy.

If I ask the Goblin King to take my day job will David Bowie show up dressed as Really Hung Elric? I’m just asking.

Realizing today that; although “you will be focused on this stuff which actually doesn’t interest you but which apparently is vital to us, because you MUST to survive [implied anything you might want to do instead is puerile and pathetic]” presses childhood buttons, “well of COURSE you’ll be here daily regardless of weather/health/emotional well being” presses them worse. At least now I have other things in my life and I’m not literally being starved while in endocrine/abuse hell.

Darnit Robert Smith is making me want to run around in the woods without pants on again. #IntoTheTrees

#drawing today - spaceship combat, and a fighter design with a drone/booster ship, inspired by the Bf 109-Mistell pairing.

well I have no idea what this is I just made for dinner outside of "inspired by something in the Ottolenghi cookbook" but it doesn't taste bad.

I know it’s nothing in a time of such intense loss for so many people, but I miss a friend who went quite some time ago. Reposting her artwork (and she was GOOD!) reminded me and it’s just a bit much.

"The Ballad of Bilbo Baggins," Leonard Nimoy => "Nasty Habbits," Oingo Boingo => "Nasty," Janet Jackson => "Professor Booty," Beastie Boys (it's a stretch but it does have the lyric "dancing around like y'think y' Janet Jackson")

good idea; making beef stew after work

bad idea; being hungry enough after making beef stew that you shove the stuff eagerly into your mouth and encounter *superheated potato*. "Potatoes can't melt steel beams."

#drawing today, just two anthro cats and two anthro foxes to try feeling out anatomy more (yesterday I was really into just roughing out figures, so I thought I'd run with it). Naked, but nothing really showing.

If you should die before me, ask if you can bring a friend?
Pick a flower, hold your breath and slip away.

Really not digging my boss expecting me to be available by cell at any time. I feel like he expects me to share his commitment to this job, standard complaint right? But I still feel kinda resentful at a number of levels.

*outside the wrecked experimental spaceship*
“I can be Invisible Woman!”
“I’ll be the Human Torch!”
“Guess I’m what Sue called me… some Thing!”
*a very long nose slams down over their hands*
“And I am… Pinocchio the Mighty!”
*record scratching noise*
“What, it’s a classic cartoon!”

I really wish I weren't so easily panicked.

And, unfortunately, the flip side of my willingness to learn from and admire other artists, winds up being really able to bash myself endlessly for not being good enough, which I need to consciously step back from.

The follow up to being congested and slightly sore throat is being panicked about it, despite how there's not much I can do if I have Covid, and despite how there's not much I can do about it till I can grab a test from my workplace (I have one left, but want to conserve that). I don't even want just a cold!

A Republican and a former policeman turned state senator, saying you can't say anything bad about Nazis in class? Now I wonder why that might be the case.

I also figured out this morning that some of my really negative feelings about gender are thanks to a comic book which hit at a particularly vulnerable time.

Feeling kinda under the weather. This doesn’t feel like when I had Covid (and retained smell and taste so sadly that’s not a sure indicator). Could be anything from potentially Covid to just paranoia and cold weather, but whatever it actually is I still don’t want it.

Homophobic that I can’t get away with crouching, fingers in a web shootin’ position, and declare myself to be Spidah Mang, at work during appropriate parts of the Danny Elfman soundtrack.