Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

so when orcas make noises while surfaced, it seems reasonable these are the same noises as below the surface, and I know that changes how they sound. I bet even without the sonar aspect of orca vocalizations, just how much frequency drops out and changes cues them to how far they are from each other.

"We forsee a slight problem"
"here it comes"
"Yes?"
"Paul Bothades. We want him killed."
"You mean, of course, Duke Leto Atreides?"
"No, we mean BOTHADES! I was never here!"
*immense bong rip and disappears in the space time continuum*

the beginning is a very delicate time. know then that this is the year 10191. the known universe is ruled by the Padishah Emperor Shaddam IV, my father. in this time the most precious substance in the universe is the spice melange. the spice extends life. the spice expands consciousness. the spice is vital to space travel. the spacing guild and its navigators whom the spice has... mutated over 4000 years use the orange spice gas to fold space, that is, to travel without movement.

CWRAHM I HAVE NEVUH PRAYED TO YOU BEFOH

I HAVE NO STOMACH FOR IT

NO ONE NOT EVEN YOU WILL REMEMBER IF VE VERE GOOD MEN OR BAD

ALL DAT MATTUHS IS FINALLY GETTING TO DUH CHECKOUT AT DUH COSTCO. GRANT ME MY THREE POUNDS OF RAVIOLI FOR ONLY 15 GOLD PIECES, CWRAHM!

Subskeet related to prior subskeet;

I’m at the Steading of the Hill Giant Chief
I’m at the Glacial Rift of the Frost Giant Jarl
I’m at the combination Steading Glacial Rift

You’re in her DMs

I’m in her module for 4-6 characters of levels 10-12 along with other PCs who met in a bar somewhere. We cannot get out. Drums, drums in the deep.

Man FUCK Gavin Newsome. “Centrist” fucking anti union fucking sellout shit.

Oh fuck yeah tahini in the “I can use this in under a year” size! Maybe it’s time to make sabih, AGAIN (it’s a favorite sandwich).

Church sign in Edmonds; “the best way to get even is to forgive and forget.” I’m now imagining the counterpart in Ballard being “the best way to get even is to massacre your foe’s bondsmen in your mead hall and carve the blood eagle on him.”

After spilling coffee on myself today, I realized that anyone who licenses Jackson Pollack’s paintings for t shirts has it made.

in the 2 1/2 years that followed Mua'dib and the Fremen brought spice production on Arrakis to a standstill. Fearing for his life, the Beast Rabban kept this hidden from his uncle the Baron. Paul and Chani's love grew. The Reverend Mother Gaius Haile Meriam made some noviates break down in tears, which made her very happy. The Padishah Emperor Shaddam IV ate potatoes by having them fired by his elite Sardaukar terror troops through a wall of butter. The Baron ate a truly immense sandwich.

now they are ready to fight but in order to lead them I must conquer the worm, conquer Shai Hulud

Photo of me in fursuit head from back in January!

* Keanu voice *

Dude. You dude like they dude, dude.

Surely thou had little vigor
When the skillful Ilmarinen,
First of all the iron-workers,
Took thee from the blackened swampland
Took thee to his ancient dwelling,
Placed thee in the firey furnace!

ooh this place has rotating beers!

clearly beers rotating in space to the tune of “The Beautiful Blue Danube”

Oh no! If this John Barry soundtrack is to be believed, not only is Bond about to be cut in half by a very slow laser, but the entire uThulwana regiment is massing in the nearby hills, right by the black hole!

He’s Gump, he’s Gump, he’s Gump,
He’s kinda square,
He’s Gump, he’s Gump, he’s Gump,
What’s with that hair?

woke up thanks to nightmare or something, anyway anxious AF.

Okay so; Reign of Fire. Dragons are roused from their long slumber deep in the earth (the Brits delved too deep trying to make a new Tube station or w/e), reducing humanity to small pockets of grim survivors.

Not the dumbest movie I’ve watched, especially on the couch, with my friend, and drinking.

We meet a community in north England, former urbanites now farming in secret, ever fearful of the dark forms that soar above them. This is actually great stuff. AND THEN AMERICANS SHOW UP. And not just any Americans, they’re an elite heavily armed military team of dragonslayers led by a bald goateed badass, burning a LOT of fuel (the farmers’ resentment of this IS a plot point) to take down th’ enemy and get claw trophies HOOAH.

Sometime after the movie’s radically changed course I’m buzzed, and start talking over the Americans only, because let’s face it, all their dialogue is the same super macho bullshit. “Mah TRUCK! MAH TRUCK! MAH truck! GUNS!” Pretty soon my friend’s doing it too. “Mah TRUCK! AM RADIO. JESUS. TRUCK!”

Eventually two remaining Brits and the bald goatee badass travel to post apocalyptic London to kill the only male dragon, vital to the species reproduction and survival. After some urbex and pointless action sequences the hero succeeds and conveniently saves the UK and civilization.

Before the final pointless action sequence, bald goatee badass Sparta-launches himself off a ruin trying to embed a fire axe in the one male dragon’s head. This doesn’t work btw. Both of us overdub his last desperate cry of “TRUUUUUUUUUCK!”

End of story, thanks for putting up with it.