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Lovecraft’s fiction; I found the flayed face and hands of Henry Akely, whose brain was winging its way to Pluto even then, transported by sentient fungus who communicate by flashing light!

Lovecraft himself; it was COLD! And there was A FISH MARKET! And JEWISH PEOPLE, like Bob Bloch! I JUST CAN’T COPE!

oh no, the world continues to fall apart, I continue to want to draw dumb stuff, and it's actually okay out outside, and I'm supposed to spend today with my parents.

It's only now, after three weeks between jobs, and one week of work, that I feel like what I honestly need is a *vacation*, vacation. Going camping for a long weekend definitely did some of the convention/vacation things I've wanted for ages, but it'd feel nice to have more.

Oingo Boingo's song "Little Guns" references "little tanks no bigger than your thumb!" Assuming a big tank is a Koenigstiger or M1 Abrams which would be 4-4.33" long Danny is singing about 1/72 scale, something relatively easy to find in 80s SoCal.

@noelle elaborate setup for a joke on birdsite, reminded me of you; https://twitter.com/lucyasnyder/status/1563304207993950209?s=21&t=bfMQUOH8AhGIafEJ0b_UoA

#drawings today were an elf knight charging a goblin billman, and three metahuman Shadowrunners breaking into a building! You can’t tell when the Henry V soundtrack ended and I switched to Peturbator, at all!

I figure the dystopian future looks pretty Queer. The GOOD LOOKING dystopian future, not whatever the fuck this is.

come on over and do the twist, uh-huh!
overdo it and have a fit, uh-huh!
love you so much it makes me sick, uh-huh!
come on over, shoot the shit, uh-huh!
beep beep I'm a sheep (beat it! beat it!)
beep beep I'm a sheep (beat it! beat it!)
beep beep I'm a sheep (beat it! beat it!)

WELL HE NEVER BLEEDS
AND HE NEVER FUCKS
AND HE NEVER LEAVES
CAUSE HE'S GOT BAD LUCK YEAH
WELL HE NEVER READS
AND HE NEVER DRAWS
AND HE NEVER SLEEPS
'CAUSE HE'S GOT BAD BLOOD YEAH
I'M A STAIN!
I'M A STAIN!

She should've stood out in a crowd
She should've made her mother proud
She should've fallen on her stance
She should've had another chance
She should have been a son
She should have been a son

REPTILES have pretty scales
run real fast, like to bite
SOME HAVE TAILS!

SAMURAI like their water hot
very brave, eat raw fish
THEY FIGHT A LOT!

And with generational distrust (Boomers, GenX and Millenials are all convinced that *they’re* the hard working ones being crapped on; you can probably guess my bias here).

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.