Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

your hands get black and your eyes get burned
an your lungs get tired and poor
it draws you in like an opium den
an beacons you back for more
there ain't no air and there ain't no light
and there ain't no way to make it out alive

So YOU are the great Van Helsing! (#drawing partly suggested by Ylfinger)

* more Van Helsing soundtrack *

oh curse this bleak eternal night, relieved only by having four dots in Dominate and three dots in Potence!

* blasts the Van Helsing soundtrack *

alternates between declaring

1) "BETS! BETS! BUAHAHAHA!"
2) "TRAHNsylVAAAAAYneeya"
3) "I em the LAAAUW."

Started but didn’t finish new #drawings, finished up two older ones.

food tangent.

THE simplest Chinese cooking is literally awesomesauce; heat some oil. Add in chopped up ginger and garlic, let it cool down, add salt.

I first had this with Hainan style chicken but the soy sauce chicken from Asian Family Food Center came with a little thing of the stuff! FSCK yeah!

yknow, I appreciate y'all sending me all this promotional material, but what would really help me vote is if you sent me a ballot.

Man you know what I should draw? FAT FETISH ART. That way I can practice thinking through how bigger bodies move and are put together ‘cause I never do that and really should, and then I’d get several dozen more followers to disappoint when I forget to ever draw in that direction again.

The phrases “mind horse” and “mind palace” suggest “mucking out my MIND STABLES” as a euphemism for skipping out on responsible adulthood to eat cake and read or something.

Problem is, whenever I hear anyone go off about religion being this terrible unnecessary burden, I don’t hear f’rex “what we know for sure is we’re here now and it’d be terrible to make things worse,” I hear “you silly kikes and ragheads clearly lack the wisdom of us Western Europeans and should abandon your backwards traditions.”

Even by Seattle standards it’s a wet morning!

well if two wrongs don't make a right, then hey, why stop at three dozen, let's make the whole situation even FUCKIER.

#drawings today

the good news is that I don't have to somehow get my parents to respect my boundaries so I can get back to Seattle by 8 tomorrow, but the BAD news is instead they want to see me Sunday, which'll be an all day deal. I'm gonna try to see this as "I can use space between this week's job hunt and them."

SOME MAKE US LAUGH SOME MAKE US CRY
THESE CLOWNS GONNA MAKE US TO DIE
EVERYBODY'S RUNNIN' WHEN THE CIRCUS COMES TO CLEAR THE TOWN
EVERYBODY'S RUNNIN' FROM ATTACKS OF THE KILLER KLOWNS
(FROM OUTER SPACE)

It's been a while since I went into coyote cooking frenzy - maybe the sink being down REALLY soured my mood to cook - but tonight I made mashed parsnips, stewed romano beans, prepped and fried livers to make chopped liver salad later. Made vaguely Italian mushroom-bacon-tomato stuff for dinner figuring I should cook while I have spoons to do so.

actually the real "back in the day" story is;

* the gaming club met monthly in the basement of Sergeant Pepper's Pizza Circus (not even Chuck E Cheese, a Chuck E Cheese KNOCKOFF) off Beauford Highway

* everyone ignored the space required, speed factor and AC adjustment rules given on p 38 of your PHB

* literally ubiquitous houserule that all PCs got one 18, roll 4d6 minus lowest for all other stats

back in my day we had to walk uphill in the snow to get to where we could play thieves and druids who had to be true neutral and carry li'l pots of ivy with them to cast Entangle!

okay, I fess up to occasionally initially parsing both "FCF" and "FNAF" as furry conventions.

me: oh crap I don't know if I did okay on this interview, I have a phone thing in 1+ hour and I'm just worried.

my brain: you know what would be cool? A multiheaded fursuit where one arm was rigidly supported from inside, and you could puppeteer the head yours wasn't in, with your free hand.