Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

#drawings today, hobgoblin swordswoman/billman/crossbowman find their way through a bamboo forest. Human warrior confronts a very well armored giant.

so hungry, finished the last of the sigumchi namul from the store, am currently finishing the fried tofu and kimbap from the store.

I hate them, I hate all of them, I hate that they’re going to be rich and healthy and comfortable when so many of us will be dead, I want THEM to be the ones who suffer for a fucking change.

Gary Gygax didn’t stat out all these polearms that you should only use longswords and the occasional saber!

hey kids who's got two thumbs (somehow), bad anxiety, and would like more sleep and less anxiety?

There's a certain amount of life which I've given up on and which I think I will never have. This is definitely in part a self-fulfilling prophecy, but; I'm old, I'm poor, most of my life goes to day jobs. How'm I *not* supposed to feel sometimes, like I'm just waiting to die?

#drawing today, hag and her cauldron. Probably indicates I need therapy now that I think about it. I just thought riding a cauldron around sounded cool.

Gotta say while scrolling an article about Shadowrun was not the place I expected to hit something that’d make me furious.

really got to get out of the headspace where potentially everything is deadly serious and can have lasting consequences.

I think there's a combination of me growing more aware of this thought pattern, and some sort of anxiety cycling through everything being ultra serious.

how do you politely tell a very autistic friend that what they're talking about doesn't appeal to you at all, and could they please not go on at you about it

when your relationship with your parents is defined by being unable to say anything about being talked to nigh constantly about stuff which either didn't interest you in the first place or which quickly lost all interest, and your day job involves a lot of having to be vitally involved in stuff you honestly don't find interesting at all.

so people are setting off fireworks which I can't see from here, but apparently the neighbor kids can because each technically illegal explosion prompts a batch of delighted screaming. Even if I felt right about harshing kids, I can't think of how to practically do it, I just hope everyone gets the noise out of their systems by 11.

Tightened up a #drawing from earlier, two skeletal undead.

oooh the 12 principles of animation! Which I mostly forget, I remember 1) is "an animator may not injure a human, nor through inaction allow a human to be come to harm." and I think 2) is "animate on arcs" but I'm not sure, it's been a while.

The USA is equivalent to a house with broken windows and rain pouring through holes in the roof. There’s material there to easily fix the windows and roof and now we also have to fix the floor, but some fellow inhabitants are real invested in how broken windows and a compromised roof are good actually. So the house is never gonna be a home, it’ll always feel like a squat.

Hanging out in the car ‘cause “Zombie” is on the radio. Predictably it’s making me want a smoke.

zombi no go unless you tell am to go go, zombi!
zombi no go stop unless you tell am to go stop, zombi!
zombi no go tink unless you tell am to go tink, zombi!

It’s time for body image,
It’s time to feel not right,
It’s time for Gender Issues on the Muppet Show tonight,
Bum bum ba bump.

okay I went from the Dune soundtrack to Mdou Moctar. holy crap that's the good stuff.

*zzzzzzzyaaaaooo*
DUM dwee daaa duh dum
*giant lady head*
The beginning is a very difficult time. Know then that it is the year 10191. The Known Universe is ruled by the Padishah Emperor Shaddam IV. My father. In this time the most precious substance in the universe is the spice melange. The spice extends life. The spice expands consciousness.

The spice is vital to space travel. The Spacing Guild and its Navigators whom the spice has... mutated over 4000 years use the orange spice gas to fold space, that is, to move to the fridge without leaving the couch.

Oh yes I forgot to tell you, the spice exists on only one planet. A desolate dry planet of vast deserts. Hidden away in the valley of the Jolly Green Giant are a people known as a Fremen, who have long held an incredibly unspecific prophecy that a man would come. A messiah. Who would lead them to true freedom.

The planet is Arrakis. Also known as... Dune.

DUNE DUNE DA-DUNE
DUNE DUNE DA-DUNE
DUNE DUNE DA-DUNE

okay so far new music wise "1000Mods" is the best of the groups I poked at this evening.