Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

#drawing today, works in progress and or drawings that stalled out. Githyanki command group aboard an astral brig (look, I'm stoked about Spelljammer coming back) and two stalwart adventurers explore a semi-submerged crypt.

oh no the soundtrack for the boring part of Labyrinth where she eats a poisoned apple and thinks she's in Dangerous Liasons

soooo boring

especially because it's right after the best part

nobody flings body parts at all!

In other news KEXP played “Dance Magic Dance” and while I couldn’t stuff my pants with socks to dance around like I might listening at home, I *did* sing along enthusiastically and may even have shouted YOUR MOTHER IS A FREAKIN’ AARDVARK! at other motorists. Maybe.

You can tell they really didn’t dig too deep into furry because they phrase it as “when do I get to see Mr. Wolf’s cock?” rather than “when do I get to see Mr. Shark’s cocks?”

Draw adventurers fleeing in terror
1) Through a ruined city
2) Through a swamp

Oh yeeeah it’s Shpongle’s “Where Did You Put the Bong, Man, is It Under the Couch? I Was Too Stoned to Keep Track” album.

elaborate dream about being at a convention on multiple floors of a big hotel although dream logic wise there weren't always distinct rooms; about trying to get on an elevator full of people all taller than me, taking a wrong turn and being in the room selling con swag; meeting a fursuiter with a friend's name, but they weren't my friend; trying specifically to find @baxil; and when I finally got to where I could suit up, the detail of putting my belt through loops of my tail, and having full sleeve arms rather than gloves. The most wildly off the rails part was suddenly being in a big garden and some of the suiters were life size Triceratops and Tyrannosaurus suits made for a museum to give visitors a better idea of how big these things were.

* stands outside the privs playing the spoons *
THE SPIRITS WHITE AS LIGHTNING WOULD ON MY TRAVELS GUIDE ME
THE MOON WOULD SHAKE AND THE STARS WOULD QUAKE
WHENE'ER THEY ESPIED ME
STILL I SING BONNY BOYS, BONNY MAD BOYS
BEDLAM BOYS ARE BONNY

this by comparison to the average Jewish folk song which goes something like "In Bialystok there was nothing but poverty/and cold/my lover was from Bialystok until he was conscripted into the Army/and never returned/Oh my Bialystok/I miss my home so much"

Swedish medieval songs are all like "Herr Anders went riding on his gray horse/and there he met with a troll wife so grim who promised him three favors/a fine coat, golden treasure, and all the coffee he could drink/but he refused saying the Holy Virgin safeguarded his soul/so she ate him/under the lindens so green"

"in the lindens so green" is like THE most Swedish folk music phrase ever

Having a bad case of the I Am A Shitty Person tonight. Maybe I should eat something.

Sooo cruise ships are no longer limited to 7 cases of cigs and we’re headed into our first full cruise season in 2 years. Guess who physically hauls cases of cigs from the cage, and runs the monthly must be painfully accurate TTB reports? Not my boss. Fuck.

Maybe they also think a little pushing now will require a lot more effort to push back later, and then they can depend on their mega churches and Fox News screaming about that, or maybe they just figure they’ll ride this wave and by the time there’s enough push back, they’ll have moved on to autobiographies and speaking gigs. It’s incidental , artifactual, but they will skew more extreme. And unfortunately the rest of us get to be on the ground for it.

Currently thinking that Trump was a reaction to Obama and the current crop of vile assholes are reaction to Trump. Say what you will about Barry, he’s a fantastic speaker and I feel like right wingers wanted their own rock star (biased by years of shock jock tactics; Reagan or Dubya would’ve been too subtle). So now Abbott, DeSantis et al are obliged to try to grab attention in an atmosphere shaped social media and Trump getting away with everything.

Unfair that I can listen to the soundtrack at the office but can’t also go up on toes, tuck my arms towards my chest with thumb and two fingers out, and screech. Yes, I know that’s not what the movie version of Deinonychus looked like. Yes, I know dromaeosaurs were not necessarily cracked out corvids.

Yes, CRYPTOFASCIST COFFEE! Because every adventure starts with coffee and automatic weaponry! Each bag is Kevlar lined to ensure your coffee will survive shrapnel and glancing small arms fire! * shot of coffee pot with a helicopter and an old M48*

Dune AU only it’s The Addams Family, so Wednesday is St Alia of the Knife, Uncle Fester is Baron Vladimir Harkonen, etc

I'm not even supposed to be here today! I was gonna go to Tacce Station to pick up some power converters!

I was thinking that part of why I tend to think things are worse than they are, comes from stuff being dismissed as a kid as well as being surrounded by catastrophizing adults.

Like... if something was upsetting, I obviously wasn't supposed to get upset over that and thus be inconvenient to adults and peers. But suppose what I was upset about was some big huge enduring thing? Then I'd be justified in feeling bad. That sort of fucky subconscious thing if that makes sense.