Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

So that was the extended David Lynch Dune and the added sequences were fairly hit and miss with me. Parts at the start with the Emperor, Liet-Kynes brokering an agreement with the Fremen, making the Water of Life and more about how to ride sandworms REALLY gave more information about the setting and story. Thufir Hawat’s death doesn’t sit great but it IS a resolution to that plot point. The rest I don’t feel brought that much more to the movie.

So instead of using his new found powers to fold space-time to teleport a team of 50 fanatic commandos into the Imperial Palace, Paul just chills out on Arakis eating sabih sandwiches and waiting for the Emperor to show up.

I see the baron got his boots off again, guy can’t resist airing out his toes. Paul and Jessica have survived countless perils and been accepted into the Fremen and learned the great secrets of Arakis, and on the Harkonen side of things they had time for Sting to have a nice long sauna.

The Spice is changing my consciousness, Diane.

“Yueh! He sabotaged the House generators! All we have to listen to is Harkonen dubstep.”

Then Gurney’s all hippie dippy with his baliset. “Dude this is called ‘Loveblossom.’ I wrote it after I did a crapload of melange and the entire world was all unending light,” and everyone else is all superserious and don’t get it.

They keep having Gurney give dramatic speeches. Like they were “hey we hired this Shakespearean actor we need to do something with him other than wander around with a guitar.”

Do do doot nothing suspicious at all about this GS 12 from FWS giving little hand signals openly to the heavily armed locals.

“I am the Hasselhoff Burrfoot. The houssssssekeeper.”
“Well did you bring me more towels?”

Diane, I was eating some spice pie and tripped balls

The in flight movie to Arakis is Beverly Hills Chihuahua, as it has been for 4000 years

Then they stomp into the evil dermatologist office and drink evil juice boxes and murder twinks and throw ducal message scrolls and stuff all over the place and levitate. It’s no wonder the baron’s acne is abysmal, nobody ever washes up or disinfects anything.

When you know a place in space time terrifying to the nuns where their inner psychic eye cannot see

“Diane today I found out I might be the universal super being”

trying to remember that everything hits different and worse while stressed, low on sleep, or low on sleep as a result of stress.

* to the tune of The Volga Boatmen *
acid reflux

"elf" standing for "Eldar I'd Like to Fuck:

Waiting. Waiting .

Bleah. Triggered.

Waiting to leave. Waiting. Waiting.

I got a promoted ad for “all the best new prompts” on Twitter and somehow THAT prompted me to snap;

“Fucking make something yourself for a change. Thief. Plagiarist. Fuck you and all your leeching exploitative lying kind.”

I swear I usually don’t work this way even while stuck with my folks.

Some visits with my parents are a little uncomfortable. Other visits make me want an edible and/or alcohol as soon as I get home, and that’s never soon enough. Guess which kind this is.