Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

Staring blankly at the art of Tim Sale, the art of Wayne Reynolds books and Elektra Lives Again vaguely hoping my brain clicks over into improved b/w contrasts in art

pondering a rant about what I didn't like about Across the Spiderverse

oh yeah, tofu! The Healthy Food That's Meant to be Deep Fried ™️​

cleared email for the past week, applied to a batch of the recommended jobs and responded to communications.

I figure tomorrow's work, Tuesday I might have an interview and don't anticipate having spoons to do much more that day, so today's gotta be the day to do that.

I'm so fucking done with responsible job seeking right now.

re used bookstore;

ordinarily I'd go "I have exactly no interest in reading perspectives of the war from the German side, the default view of the war is already a lot more pro-German and softpedaled than they honestly deserve," but a book by someone about the test pilot then in combat for the Me 163 is unusually interesting. But I don't really have enough money to dump at books rn, so it's academic.

the dramatic end of "Zulu" when the heroic defenders of Roarke's Drift find themselves surrounded by the umCijo and uThulwana regiments, four "Grossdeutschland" armored companies, a detachment of mounted, mustachioed French knights, and ten very cranky Jacobite highlanders

anyone else get this thing where certain (and they're never particularly serious) songs are the best fucking thing in the world for a while? Right now it's "Coconut," and I know a while back it was "Rasputin" then "The Ballad of Bilbo Baggins."

this is perhaps my cue to repeat the opinion that Young Frankenstein is Mel Brooks' best film, several hundred percent better than his other movies - which, given that these include some fantastic movies, is pretty impressive

putting my left hand on my hip, with thumb pressing forward to ease a sword from its saya at the appropriate part of the chambara soundtrack. You know, normal behavior.

listening to Motown expanded out to other stuff from the 60s and being recommended Shocking Blue's "Venus" gets me of course to "Love Buzz" and THAT means Motown eventually got me to listen to my favorite Nirvana track ("Even in His Youth").

I’m a “grower.”

seriously I forgot this existed till earlier tonight

Puttin' on the Ritz https://youtu.be/TMstTM01m28 via @YouTube

OOOOPER DOOOOOOOOPER

*slams everything to a halt to listen to Aretha Franklin*

@chimerror reminded me the Shoob Shoob song exists, and I am now off on this Motown groove, and if I wind up missing Ann Arbor like anything I'm gonna blame you for it.

The problem with a dance version of “Puttin’ On the Ritz” is the sudden urge to bellow OOOPER DOOOOPER at the appropriate points. Thanks Mel Brooks.

That reminded me of another thought from earlier this week about ADHD versus goal oriented feelings of achievement; part of why nothing ever felt like I achieved goals in any way that mattered was I felt achievements were meant to get me to safety and NOTHING I did in childhood ever made me safer (such that I miss when that does happen in adulthood).

Some stuff just pressed buttons enough that I was furiously angry, then had a little suicidal thoughts, and my chest still hurts. Remembering I’ve been in bad situations plenty of times before only makes me think, why can’t it be enough ever that I can be done with bad situations. I think this is a specious thought pattern that has been getting to me all my life.

Years ago I was inspired to make a werehyena fursona by a Dragon article about African monsters, which gave werehyenas as "makishi." There's actually no such folklore; there are makishi who are masked dancers in Zambia, afaik unrelated to kishi, hyena monsters in Angola, next door. Turns out I'd happened on the only real anti-semitic stereotype in Africa - not only were Beta Yisroel distrusted outsiders but the guys tended to hire out for work as smiths, deepening their association with witchcraft and hyenas!