Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

* music *
* baritone voice *
It sure does seem like the pace of modern livin' gets faster ev'ry day. But here at Bullshit Acres™️, we spew complete bullshit the old fashioned way - with lots of old and prolly racist assumptions, without checkin' our sources on the internet. Ah, goes down smooth.

and sitting on the pot with massive stomach upset I've either discovered an amazing idea about character design/drawing, or I've discovered something I already bloody knew.

suddenly I realized that if you play Meat Puppets tracks which show up in "Unplugged in New York," at 1.5x - 1.75x they fit right in with playing Iron Horse's "Pickin' on Nirvana" album.

I'm allergic to you don't you know that you're toxic 🎶

prepping for the next phone interview by singing along with GWAR's "Jiggle the Handle" again

take a step outside the planet
turn around and around
take a look at where you are
it's pretty scary!

in the past 8 hours I have;
* done three job hunt related phone calls, I'm about to do a fourth
* fairly superficial online research for in person interviews
* 40-45 minute in person interview
* job hunting emails, online job application, sending references, applied for three recommended jobs

Maybe when this is done it'll be a time for a strandhoegg on Larsen's Danish Bakery, to plunder their ti birkes

having a normal one, following up two phone things and prepping for an in person interview by listening to Siegfried's Death and Funeral March.

SPEARS SHALL BE SHAKEN! SHIELDS SHALL BE SPLINTERED! A SWORD DAY, A RED DAY ERE THE SUN'S RISING!

RIDE NOW, RIDE NOW! RIDE FOR RUIN AND THE WORLD'S ENDING!

when the big pizza pie
hits the moon like your eye
that's amore
when you've had too much wine
that's amore
bells

Spoonman Documentary https://youtu.be/hZK0EM3_cGw via @YouTube

this definitely has me in a coffee, American Spirits and Men Seeking Men section of The Stranger kinda mood. Sadly I quit smoking in 2018 and The Stranger is ass, but the weather's at least right for this.

silly wants. It feels like it's been a week since Saturday, somehow.

WHO CONTROLS THE PAST NOW CONTROLS THE FUTURE
WHO CONTROLS THE PRESENT NOW CONTROLS THE PAST
WHO CONTROLS THE PAST NOW CONTROLS THE FUTURE
WHO CONTROLS THE PRESENT NOW
NOW TESTIFY!

then I realized that between the bushy hair and beard Zach de la Rocha looks more than a little like Bob Ross and I think we have a pitch for an art show

"You can paint mountains, forests, anything beyond the barrio and the churches. But don't start thinkin' it's your world and you can make it whatever you want, it's been stolen from you by politricks and landlords! UHHHH, SHIT, WE GOTTA BREAK IT BREAK IT DOWN!"

"Here's a line of LA's finest goin' to clear out a homeless encampment, but we can fix that with some happy little molotov cocktails, ZOOP ZOOP ZOOP!"

hop in my Chrysler, it's as big as a whale and it's about to set sail
I got me a car that seats about 20 so come on! and bring your jukebox money!
DIG through the ditches and BURN through the witches I SLAM in the back of my DRAGULA!

#drawings today; some half body D&D characters (elf paladin, dragonborn sorcerer, dragonborn barbarian); troll throwing a rock and some cannibal halfling pirates; a bariaur (goat centaur) vs an orc, and half body human wizard.

unfortunately I found out about the Mar-a-Lago raid via the enemy's take on it (not surprisingly, plenty of people on Twitter were delighted to see 45 uncomfortable, which means they retweeted stuff).

As in all cases where something is out of a narcissist's control, they will rewrite reality on the fly and do anything possible to force the narrative back under their control, with their stooges assisting eagerly, which means I was and still am deeply, personally triggered in a way I wouldn't be if I'd found out via any other media.

Just.. eh. Feel like enough of my sore nerves have been stomped on in the past few hours that I’m now a little hypervigilant. I *did* draw a batch and I did get a walk in, but still feel kinda overwhelmed.

deep gnomes are simple folk who enjoy simple pleasures like;
* not being eaten by umber hulks
* not being devoured by purple worms
* not being crushed by falling block traps
* people correctly pronouncing the word "svirfneblin"
* not being captured and tortured by drow
* not being flat out murdered by githyanki

wandering through the magazine area of the bookstore after job hunting, and there's D&D Madlibs. I know how you do Madlibs from grades 3-4! A minute or so later I quit, worried they'd kick me out for giggling at how halflings are simple folk who love cock.