Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

I hate hate hate how conservatism is a profitable industry.

The good news is that over my commute I stepped my mood back from wanting to die and get it over with, to figuring out some of what was really eating me, and being merely tired and wanting to be not at work.

#drawing today, a paladin or similar goody two sabatons busts in on a procession of cultists and their reliquary. Has undead, organized religion references, and vague eye contact

you have to live here for a year you’ll have a stillsuit in good condition but you can only bring one thing

Aye, master Starbuck! I can celebrate summer with a beach towel patterned with the accursed white whale that took off my leg, all plush terrycloth as comforting as my thoughts of vengeance! ARRRRRR

Sugar
Oh honey honey
You are my Ghidorah
And you’ve got me wanting you

One weird thing about when and where I went to college was, the Oldies station got the best reception (and hit that interesting-but-familiar spot retail businesses would want to play). Being in Michigan solved towards Motown. So music I think of as being from “when I was young” is this mix of 60s and 90s. To be fair both eras are about equally “stuff I like for associations more than actually musically solid.”

Listening to the Interview with the Vampire soundtrack again makes me think about what it’d be like to run VtM again, could I actually make the sort of game I really want, which is way more “exploring history” with some action and a fair amount of tragedy, all of which I think are way more compelling vampire things than politicking?

I mean academic since I barely have the focus to play games let alone run, but yeah.

“For Science,” TMBG => “The Day the Earth Stood Still” soundtrack suite => “Good Vibrations,” The Beach Boys

If there's ever money enough to be that frivolous I think I'd like a white noise machine so I can have the sound of rain falling in the chunk of summer when it just doesn't rain.

anyway, sleeping's being eh this morning

#drawings today, finishing up the space goblins (“just what do you think you are doing, Dave?”) and some not-Imperial Guard inspired by listening to the Aliens soundtrack while job hunting and someone’s build different Guard units video afterward. CW firearms!

'ER NAME WAS PAULINE SHE LIVED IN A TREE
SHE WAS A NO-ONE WHAT KILLED 'ER BABY
SHE SENT A MESSAGE FROOM THE COONTRY
SHE WAS AN ANIMAL
SHE WAS A BLOODY DISGRACE!

Our house, in the middle of our street!
Our house, it was…

okay so while insomniac and bleargh I didn't find anything I wanted to masturbate to BUT I feel like some thoughts about cropping subject matter in art finally came together.

okay I feel like I should say the whole poem, it's a good poem

where is the horse and the rider
where is the horn that was blowing
where is the helm and the hauberk and the pale hair flowing?
they have passed like wind in the mountains
like rain in the meadow
the days have gone down in the west
behind the hills into shadow

"Then Zarathustra awoke, and seeing the people assembled he spoke to them, saying;

"My friend, the Superman, he told me what to say
My friend, the Superman, he told me what to do
I know you will be mine when I say this to you

"and then Zarathusra rejoiced, and offered these wise words, saying OO EEE OOO AAA AA TING TING WALLA WALLA BING BANG."
- Nietzsche

Current mood; practically in tears over how if you try to translate the lyrics to Love Shack into French the titular place is of course La Cabane D'Amour.

Cabane D'Amour, bebe.