Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

CAN'T STAY AT HOME CAN'T STAY IN SCHOOL
OLD FOLKS SAY, YOU POOR LITTLE FOOL
DOWN THE STREET I'M THE GIRL NEXT DOOR
I'M THE FOX YOU'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR!
HELLO DADDY! HELLO MOM!
I'M YOUR CH CH CH CH CH CH CH CH CH CHERRY BOMB!

So here's a little of what I worked on earlier today - you've seen these inks before, but I scanned and stitched a batch of #drawings for the first time in at least a year, so that I can hopefully try coloring material for the first time in about a year.

"Oh. So *that's* Sukasa. Look... spiked tea. Now I understand how a provincial official can afford such nice things." #MovieQuote

how 'bout some more BEANS, Mister Taggart?

Okay so; the movie Undercover Brother was sort of a take on Blaxploitation films, from a nicer time in America's dismal race relations. Had a plot where our hero, working for a secret organization fighting The Man, poses as the most blandly assimilated Black dude ever.

The gag was that white people love mayonnaise on everything so, if it got to be too much for our hero, he could use a tiny bottle of hot sauce hidden in his watch to give his food something resembling flavor. Okay, that's about a solid 3 on a 1-5 Mel Brooks scale of ethnic jokes. Me and the ex quoted this gag an okay amount.

Fast forward a bit, and my grandmother has just died, me and the ex are in Florida, and we have just ducked out on a really dismal wake to get some relative quiet and calm (turns out about a half hour before it really goes south).

The hotel room is air conditioned, quiet, and not jammed full of my family in various stages of explosive emotional decompression. We turn on the TV and Paula Deen's on! She's this complete stereotype! She's so white she makes me look INCREDIBLY MIDDLE EASTERN! She's cooking fried chicken with rolls! And sure enough, there's MAYO!

This would have been similar enough to the Undercover Brother gag without the part where, along with suggesting cheerful red checked tablecloths, she suggests each place setting include a tiny, TINY bottle of Tabasco sauce, in case you have guests "who like a little more flavor."

wait, how did Undercover Brother come out in 2002 when my memory related to it is from 2008 or so?

She has a "brand," and that brand is "the same enthusiastic optimism about human nature you get from an exuberantly spattered public bathroom"

recipes I run into while up in the early morning are typically "how to make [nom francais traditionnel] potatoes." "These creamy potatoes sound elaborate but are quite easy to prepare," there's some sort of step to remove excess starch, and there's always a step where you should add butter. No, more butter than that. No, more butter.

Are promises of salted buttery starch clickbait?

The "someone else is the safe/wanted/valuable person doing exciting stuff" thoughts kicked in as response to being kinda out of sorts - usually the connection doesn't feel as obvious.

guess who had weirdly vivid quasi nightmarish dreams and some weird stomach upset and is now awake?

There's this old Buddhist parable about a monk explaining heaven and hell to a samurai, and honestly Twitter is literally that parable sometimes.

DYLAN: I got a head full of ideas that are drivin' me insane! It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floors!
ME: Yeah sure whatever Boomer. Richass fucking parasitic generation.

ZACH DE LA ROCHA: AND HE ASKS YOU WITH A GRIN IF YOU'RE HAVING A GOOD TIME! THEN HE FINES YOU EVERY TIME YOU SLAM THE DOOR! NO I AIN'T GONNA WORK FOR MAGGIE'S BROTHER NO MORE!
ME: YEAHHH! ACAB! FUCK LANDLORDS AND THEIR FUCKING GREED!

Just one tighter #drawing today, stone giant lich is backed up by two stone giant zombies.

* furious air guitar *
* awoos *
I FEEL A CHANGE
BACK TO A BETTER DAY
HAIR STANDS ON THE BACK OF MY NECK
AND A QUESTION HANGS HEAVY IN THE AIR

The Mummy Returns only all of Oded Fehr's dialogue is him saying AHM SHERE repeatedly. #AhmShere

Reminded myself how much I miss fencing. On top of how I miss hoping I might wind up as an artist, playing TTRPGs, painting minis, Further Confusion in the Doubletree, a couple of friends still being alive, etc.

Oh yeah, Seattle! You actually *can* get a cup of coffee after 1700 in some places here but good luck finding somewhere to sit and drink it afterwards other’n your home (or outside during our famous year round warm dry weather).

time to listen to Rollins Band's "Songs For Punching" from 1998, tracks like "Completely Alienated," "Self Loathing," "Crush You Like an Insect" and of course "Hate Everything."

put in for a batch of jobs, did a 15 minute phone screen, and predictably my mood is now through the floor. Telling myself I don't need to go to the used bookstore, but instead need a nap and maybe going outside.