Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

when the githyanki’s a 10 but she’s fanatically devoted to Vlaakith CLVII

My childhood didn’t have many bright spots but I definitely enjoyed some real privileges too. Now that I don’t feel I need to win the suffering Olympics - or even qualify- for my terrible experiences to be valid, I can acknowledge that I was luckier in some ways than kids from much better places.

oh yeah

it's time

first "Nightmare Before Christmas" song played this year. (Playing music from "The Crow" is not a Halloween thing. It's an I'm Aging And Not Gracefully thing.)

I wanna be your FISH LADDER
why don't you call my name

#FishAnySong

oh yeaaah! It's humid enough that I can successfully make fart noises with my hands during the appropriate part of "I Love Rock and Roll"

ohhhh I'm SICK OF FRED AND ETHEL ALWAYS COMING OVER HERE
CAUSE FREDDY EATS OUR PRETZEL STICKS AND THEN HE SPILLS HIS BEER
WHY DON'T YOU SERVE YOUR CASSEROLE AND MAKE THEM DISAPPEAR, LUCY?

https://youtu.be/mk3tKYTd5Hg?si=rT6APxznZ9m4lMWm

hey ricky!
you always play your conga drums, you never treat me right
you wake up little ricky in the middle of the night
stop shakin' your maracas please I just turned out the lights, ricky!

One relatively uncomfy dinner later I’ve discovered a song I want to revisit, a labor festival in England and I really REALLY want to visit Scotland at some point.

*desire to go home, eat a huge edible, shower, and listen to all of “Houses of the Holy” increasing pretty much by the minute*

Spotted hang gliders on the drive north this morning. They’re fairly low towards the tree line and bridge.

Forest photos from a mountain earlier

Things improved quite a bit but, I don’t need to be especially unhappy to still want to head home.

Some visits are better than others and this is shaping up to be one of the less stellar ones.

Эбвнной! Говно говно говно!

In fact a number of things lately have reminded me of how not fond I am of my father

#drawing today, fairly rough, mostly done while my friends were swimming (I hadn’t thought to pack a suit).

Lord of the Pants! Using musical numbers to tell the mythical story of how Irish people gave up wearing leine without Hose but the evil creation of Don Denim became turned to good.

*15’ of Tillamook factory later*

It’s Captain Solo! And he’s still vacuum packed in cheese! *jazz hands*

What’s that girl? Timmy fell into the Cheddarmaster and is being flipped over and folded?