Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

comment: I associate the song with my mother, but the key and tone shift shows how the Shadow Queen is remaking the heroine into what SHE wants, and the heroine's consent or personality doesn't even matter here.

me: but that's just parenting. Hey wait, why are you staring at me?

should I feel bad that the only part of Mirrormask that really stuck in my memory was the creepy robot dressing/brainwashing scene?

Just like me they long to be close to you. *screech* *klank*

my next pathfinder character is a bleachling gnome Riparian archetype (in D&D terms a Druid/Otolaryngologist)

Honestly when I was in/immediately out of college I seriously could not *stand* weed humor.

Basically weed has one big joke and that's "holy shit I'm phenomenally goofy when I'm baked. You explore the depths of your subconscious and find spiritual union with the cosmos on acid; you discover why cornbread is hilarious while on weed, and also you can't stop eating it."

As I've aged, I find "holy shit I'm phenomenally goofy when I'm baked" to be *screamingly funny*. I couldn't tell you whether this is related to weed or to how the last nearly a decade has been so stressful that it makes everything funnier as contrast.

oh yeah, my favorite Kyuss track, "Demon Turbocharger Valley"! It goes kinda like;

*bass line*
*more bassline*

I am the DEMON TURBOCHARGER
I am a DEMON TURBOCHARGER
I'm BURNIN' FUEL BABY
And you're UNDER MY ACCELERATOR
oh yeah

*even more bassline*
SSSSUCK
KOFF koff koff
whoa heh heh heh

yesterday, my friend was talking about very old entities in this story she's planning who forge documents to cover their actual age, and I said;

"yes but their taste in Dad Rock gives them away. 'Why can't you listen to GOOD music like Jelly Roll Morton or Fats Waller? You kids with your Beatles.' 'This is Slipknot, Dad!'"

Got some tilapia on sale, plus using up this zucchini I had in the fridge.

Oh no Mmmbop is on the speakers and I want to sing “Excuse Me Whille I Kiss the Sky/Foxy Lady” lyrics in Starbucks

#drawings today are studies from photos, trying to see how skull structure fits together under the surface, but I also know most everyone likes wolves and foxes.

Quint's Tale https://youtu.be/BWgldBTm8sk via @YouTube

listening to this and struck by how it's basically a proto Jurassic Park score, probably unsurprisingly.

I still haven't seen the 1976 "Midway" movie, but I'm amused by how John Williams' soundtrack sure sounds like "what if I wrote really patriotic marches and also I just scored Jaws and was about to score Star Wars?"

many's a hand's begun to scan
around fer the next plateau
some say it was Greenland, some say Mexico
others decided it was nowhere except for where they stood,
those are all just guesses, couldn't help you if they could.

damnit Puscifer is making me want cigarettes, or being out in the woods. So maybe I'll wrap up drawing sooner rather'n later to walk.

have you ever considered that because the plot of The Matrix relies on taking a pill in the first place, the movie simply would not work if Neo were a cat?

Today on Fennec Every Hour; local fox does an Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

I wish I were a hot person. Doing hot things. Hotly.

addendum; AT A CON

I mean, if you're gonna fantasize about screwing/frotting/going down on >5 people at a hotel party anyway, you can pretty much throw in "and also it's completely safe from the pandemic and I don't feel completely emotionally crushed when the con ends" as well

Silly fantasies about [redacted] and also, not having acid reflux.

a band so completely soaked in weed, they don't just suck, they suck, cough frantically and giggle.

Back in my college town there was a restaurant, Tios, which had a monthly hot sauce tasting. You could try out as many hot sauces as you wanted on saltines, you'd write little reviews, and Tios would order some of the hot sauces that people really liked. They sold hot sauces by the way. Also maybe as long as you were there you'd probably want a pop to deal with the hot sauces and maybe you'd like a burrito too. And hey, now you'd remember Tios as that awesome place with the hot sauce tasting if you wanted to eat out at some point. It was a pretty good gimmick.

So one Saturday after I broke up with a girlfriend, I figured I'd go to Tios. Sampling hot sauces sounded normal and sane, a good comeback to all the stress right? Exceeeeept, I was being REALLY CHEAP so I did not get a burrito, or a pop, or anything to buffer the sheer volume of hot sauce I obsessively wolfed down in part because it was an endorphin rush. About twelve hours later a lot of pure capsicin, stress and nothing to soak it with meant I *really regretted* this decision.

Telling this story to one of the other people in the group though, their response was "I'm imagining you shoveling saltines into your mouth with tears running down your cheeks, 'more hot sauce will soothe the ache in my soul.'"