Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

A thing with debt forgiveness reminds me of discussing white privilege; it IS possible to have privileges AND still be disadvantaged AND still work hard. I think part of it’s that, thanks to growing up around duality, blame and punitive thinking, we’re quick to assume any accusation of privilege is an accusation of innate moral flaw, and punishable. That last part’s on a collision course with the folk belief that ordinary people, rather than the obscenely rich, will be dinged by tax increases.

music this evening has gone from The Nightmare Before Christmas to The Cure, which is predictably making me want to kiss someone on an overcast day with leaves blowing around, and run for cover with them when it finally starts raining. I think I would like it to be autumn now.

except for A Forest. Which of course makes me want to shift to Hispo, as is perfectly reasonable.

it's weird that both Oingo Boingo and The Cure had songs titled "Pictures of You" and they were about equally Goth

oh a Scotsman clad in kilt left th' bar one evenin' fair
an' one could tell by how he walked that he'd drunk more than his share
he stumbled long until he could no longer keep his feet
an' he stumbled towards an arroyo
to sleep besahd th' street

about that tahm two young an' lovely cowpokes happened by
an' one says to th' other with a twinkle in his ah
see thet sleepin' Scotsman so strong an' handsome built
Ah wonder if it's true what they
don't wear beneath th' kilt

th' Scotsman woke t'nature's call an' stumbled towards a tree
behind th' bush he lifted kilt an he gawks at what he sees
an' in a startled voice he says to what's before his ahs
oh lad, Ah don't know where you been
but Ah see you won first prahze!

yippie ai yay
yippie ai yo
ghost rahders in th' skah

Ghost riders in th' skah! Drinkin' GHOST COFFEE! and eatin' GHOST BEANS! *pttttt*

#drawings today were adding a drow bravo to a page with an oni from Sunday; and, a vampire climbs above her unsuspecting (?) armored prey to get the drop on him literally!

Reminded that the Forgotten Realms has something like one deity to about every 1000 inhabitants.

There are few who can deny at what I do I’m the best,
For my talents are renowned far and wide.
Gewüßt kommt auch mal zu mir einmal eine,
Und dann müßt ich wissen, was ich tu
Und wenn er Geld hat
Und wenn er nett ist
Und sein‘ Kragen wird auf Worktags rein
#NotWeill #OrElfman

Today’s realization that “ninja,” “cowboy,” “pirate,” and “Viking” have the same syllabic count as “postman” and can be freely substituted in The Marvellettes’ “Please Mister Postman.”

There's a Barnes & Noble near me open till 9 on weekdays so visited yesterday after work. It's pretty okay, though I feel my usual ehh about B&N.

This is the second time I spotted a book titled The Anarchy in a history section and was disappointed that it's >800 years and half a world away from The Anarchy I would like to read up on.

aww man, even though YouTube doesn't have the best fight scene from The One it does have the first fight scene. I have problems with rooting for villains, sometimes.

Given that I didn't really get to have a life before I turned 18, I kinda resent being told - kids or no - that all I've got ahead of me is waiting for death.

Could you distill "having and raising a family" to mean "give back to the community"? And if so, if you're a half-decent person, isn't that kinda inevitable?

If I don't have my shit together, I *don't have my shit together*, and I don't think kids would change that.

Back to the point about kids, it's a tradeoff. I will never see a child of my own graduate high school or soar intellectually/athletically/artistically way beyond anything I can do. I will also never have to help a child face bullies, active shooter drills, global climate change, and anti-semitism. In fact it's almost an indictment of that dude's whiteness. Easy to see parenthood as some sort of Norman Rockwell like state of bliss when there's no chance that your kid will deal with threats of eternal Hell, or segregation convenienced by assignments or mandatory Christmas pagaents, or striped-shirted corpses piled in the mud in old photos, or screaming right-wing politicians in the here and now. And that's not even getting into being a nurturing, responsible parent for a kid facing anti-blackness.

I didn't come here to tell you how this is gonna end. I came here to tell you how this is gonna begin. I'm gonna hang up this phone and then I'm gonna microwave a whole batch of burritos and listen to Lords of Acid. A world without boundaries and borders, without rules and regulations. A world where anything is possible.

Where we go from there is up to you.

* flies off into the Seattle sky, trenchcoat trailing like a superhero's cape, to Lords of Acid's "Cane My Ponyboy Ass," the 12" Veiny Strap On Mix. From their 1996 "Guaranteed to Piss Off Fundamentalists" album *

It occurs to me that Zen parables work in part because of Japanese manners. If an esteemed master overfills your cup with tea, there's a bucket of dirty water on the walkway etc, your trained response is to not say anything, so there's an element of acknowledging reality as not-what-you're-supposed-to-say.

"Funkytown/Closer" => "Ghostbusters/Closer" => "Ghostbusters/Intergalactic Planetary" => "Ch Ch Check It Out/Testify" => "Spoonman/Mic Check" => Niel Cicierega's "Close to the Sun."

"Gotta make a move to a town that's right for me," the Cimmerian grunted, and shrugged his Koth-forged broadsword onto his back. "Town to keep me movin', keep me grovin' with some energy, by Crom."

AND WHEN I'M SIPPING ON A PERRIER
IN SOME CAFE DOWN IN ST. TROPEZ
IT'S HARD TO KEEP THE FANS AT BAY
THEY SAY "SIGN MY POODLE, S'IL-VOUS PLAIT?"
POODLE
POODLE
* not even vaguely a long enough instrumental *

you can tell "Genius in France" is not *actually* a Zappa track, because if it were it'd contain a 2-3 minute long instrumental