Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

SHE CAME FROM PLANET CLAIRE
I KNOW SHE CAME FROM THERE
SHE DROVE A PLYMOUTH SATELLITE
FASTER THAN THE SPEED OF LIGHT

PLANET CLAIRE HAS PINK AIR
ALL THE TREES ARE RED
NO-ONE EVER DIES THERE
NO-ONE HAS A HEAD

SOME SAY SHE COMES FROM MARS
OR ONE OF THE SEVEN STARS
THAT SHINE AFTER 3:30 IN THE MORNING
BUT SHE ISN'T!

SHE CAME FROM PLANET CLAIRE

SHE CAME FROM PLANET CLAIRE

SHE CAME FROM PLANET CLAAAAAAAIRE

oh yeah it's Shpongle's "I Forgot How Much Acid I Took"

Then it hit me; a system so completely hostile is not a useful place to go for self esteem!

It really isn't, even without the parts where someone's trying to tear you down to make you convenient to them! (And following my observations, this is probably relatively infrequently; all you need is similar circumstances and a few cases where it was intentional, and it all looks intentional. It was definitely semi-intentional in childhood, between my parents being so SURE they needed a little math-reading genius that they discounted where I was potentially very skilled, and my schools wanting you to shut up and sit down because the important part was the football players.)

I could be a completely inept, ugly, charmless moron, or I could be a bright, talented, lovable person and even relatively okay looking, or ANYTHING IN BETWEEN, and it wouldn't matter, because a system that's already reduced you to a simple disposable asset can't really speak to the many ways in which you're anything else!

okay! Today's "looking for jobs in late capitalism has me thinking of cutting my wrists from self doubt and despair" is FINALLY done for today after one of those long "tell us every detail that might possibly exist about your prior jobs, fuck that you've got it on your resume" applications, so I'll eat something and figure out what I'm doing with the rest of the day.

perhaps listening to really schmaltzy Yiddish theater songs will help me feel less melancholy about *gestures*

I realize the EEO surveys are well intentioned but there's still always an element of "well why do you need to know, trying to figure out what my forearm tattoo should look like, fuck off!"

that "all my dreams of exploring below the ocean's surface, of finding out wonderful things about animals extinct long before humans even existed, of traveling across Europe and doing art for money are all gone, replaced by probably winding up in a warehouse again" feeling which probably indicates I need to eat something

we're back to "I really should make a concerted effort to learn Mandarin."

the "Desert Chase" part of the soundtrack, where it's kinda pointless to quote the movie because most of what gets said is...

"Scheisse."
"ACH SCHEISSE!"

"Take this. Wave it at anything that slithers... WATCH IT!"

"Where are you going?"
"Through that wall."

"Indy, the torch is going oooooouuuutt"

*massive John Williams*

"Good G-d."
"Yes, that's just what the Hebrews thought."
"What's that coming out of it?"
"Fire. Lightning. Power of G-d or something."
"I'm beginning to understand Hitler's interest in this thing."
"Oh yes. The Bible says an army which carries the Ark before it... is invincible."

NEO meaning new and LITHIC - i t h i c - meaning stone. Now let's turn our attention to this site, 13 barrow near Hazelton. This site demonstrates one of the dangers of archaeology, not to life and limb although that may, occasionally, occur. No, I'm talking about folklore. #MovieQuote

"DOC! START THE ENGINE DOC!"

"Doc! There's a big snake in the plane!"
"Oh, that's just my pet snake Reggie."
"I hate snakes, Doc! I hate 'em!"
"Come on, show a little backbone willya?"

"This is it, this is where Forrestal cashed in
"A friend of yours?"
"A competitor. He was good. He was very very good."
"Please, senhor, no-one has come out of that place alive."

today's "Raiders was a legit cinematic masterpiece" was thinking about the dialogue between Beloq and the Germans which ends with "the perfect man for this sort of work," Todt. The way the dialogue picks up steam, the way they're in motion, and the music becoming more frantic all turn a plot-required conversation into this tense thing.

when my fist clenches crack it open
before I use it and lose my cool
when I smile, tell me some bad news
before I laugh an' act like a fool
And if I swallow anythin' evil,
put your fingers down my throat
and if I shiver, please give me a blanket
keep me warm, let me wear your coat

so when things look too tough
and your tail is dragging on the ground
and even down looks up - BAD LUCK!
we can show you a good time (a good time)
and we don't charge nothing (nothing at all!)
so shake your nasty stuff, wiggle in the middle now, get the town talkin' fire gang

I'd made these mashed potatoes with grandiose plans of frying potato taquitos dancing in my head (dancing potatoes with onion maracas natch) but then I fried up all the king oyster mushrooms and blanched all the yu choy and ate what I didn't save for later, and wanted a starch so

mnnn potatoes