Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

The urge to say “headphones exist, USE THEM!” to the dude at the next table over and punctuate it with a generous spill of my coffee over his lap.

seriously thinking of posting a batch of old art and not just the joke stuff either, cause I kinda would like people to see that too.

ah yes, love that casual antisemitism so much

if it weren't completely ethically bankrupt I'd be a Kahanist by now.

Job hunting done. I feel like shit *but*, I feel like I put in for more jobs in slightly less time than I would have trying to clear through email, so that's a useful little bit of information. There's PROBABLY more responsible adulthood I need to do with no spoons because always there is, BUT it can wait till after I get stuff to cook with for a pagany thing.

yes I know, I'm a terrible person and you are of course superior to me. Tell me something I DON'T know, you goddamn ageist fucker.

they got the TV and we got the truth
they own the judges and we got the proof
we got hella people they got helicopters
they got the bombs and we got the
we got the

fine, it's time for "Hello Nasty," which I have to fess up is the Beasties' best album, right up there with Ill Communication and Check Your Head. *Maybe* better than To The Five Boroughs.

whoa black betty bam ba lam
whoa black betty bam ba lam
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
scuttling across the floors of silent seas
whoa black betty bam ba lam

really wish I could get my hands on more Col-Erase blue pencils, I probably need to order them, I really like how they look

alternate version of Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade in which Henry Sr. did, in fact, mail his Grail diary to the Marx Brothers. Assuming the actual Brothers and not their stage personae, there's a fair chance that they'd successfully sabotage the German war effort, though this assumes Chico doesn't completely spill the beans while trying to schtupp Ilsa.

*sigh* The secret to being successful is actually having enough money and power that everyone wants to play along. I'm sorry, I guess that means "confidence," the egomaniacal certainty that whatever you want is actually the right thing, or that G-d is personally on your side no matter what you do. Great, little job personality quiz thing. Just great.

"Good evening... heh heh, Fraulein."
"The bar's closed."
"Ve... heh heh... are not thirsty."
"Whatta you want?"
"The same thing your friend Doctor Jones vanted. Surely he told you there vould be other interested parties."
"Must'a slipped his mind."
"The man is... heh heh... nefarious. I hope for your sake he has not yet ackvired it."
"Why, are you willing to pay more?"
"Ohh, almost certainly."
"I don't have it. But I know where it is! How about a drink for you and your men?"
"Your fire, it is dying. Vhy don't you tell me vhere it is now and be reasonable?"
"Listen, Herr Mack. I don't know who you are or what kinda people you're used to dealing with, but nobody tells me what to do in my place."

I mean... the Ark has been buried for nearly 3000 years. None knows its secrets. It's like nothing you've ever gone after before.

I don't mean to yuck anyone's yum and I'm as vindictive as anyone else but

even assuming Trump actually goes to trial, gets convicted, etc, that frees up the GOP nomination to DeSantis who I actually think is potentially a lot more murderous, it won't undo Trump's SCOTUS nominations, it won't undo Boebert and MTG and all the other more-fashy-than-thou competitors, it won't undo the tax revisions, etc. It will probably allow the Republicans to wash their hands and claim they're the good guys again. It certainly won't do anything about the environment or the shitty inequalities whitewashed by the Democrats as usual as how we're enjoying unprecedented prosperity.

It's fixing the barn door after the cows come home, and the barn door may as well be on the moon and the cows may as well be Iron Age bones dug up in a midden.

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idir ann is idir as

Ducked into Asian Family Food Center to avoid traffic, figured I've wanted to make chopped liver for some time. They didn't have chicken livers but they did have gizzards so I treated myself... and I kinda forgot how cooking gizzards can be an elaborate process.

I’m tired of living, I’m tired of being me, and I’m ESPECIALLY tired of living in Seattle. If I were elsewhere maybe I’d have fursuits, cons, an Aeldari army and frequent games, a train layout, something. But nope, because it’s very important my landlords get $75 more monthly from an apartment and neighborhood not visibly different from when I moved in.

Realized that when I’m stressed I already feel bad so judging myself to be this utterly unlovable moron is easier even without the association of being stressed “because” I’m officially a terrible person and possibly being told such, possibly at top volume.

@Bwee already following and a lot of animals are my favorite but, I still like coyotes.