Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

man I don't think I gave "Stairway to Heaven" enough credit for being a GOOD song, because it's so kinda societally expected as to be kind of a joke

and the lyrics really are a little like someone's first brush with paganism before they rush out and get their first Llewellyn book

but shit this is really good

home, home again
I like to be here when I can
when I come home cold and tired
it's good to warm my bones besides the fire
far away, across the fields,
the tolling of the iron bells
calls the faithful to their knees
to hear the softly spoken magic spells

whoa. The part of Pink Floyd's "Time" with the more chime like, deeply resonant instrumentals BEFORE the guitar/vocals kick in, serve as a bridge between the "clock chimes" and the lyrics.

I wonder if "Time" was like those Beatles songs where someone decides to mix two similar song ideas?

gonna speak some outright heresy here; "That's the Way" is the best song on Led Zeppelin III, not "Immigrant Song"

but hell the whole album's really good, it's right up there with IV and Houses of the Holy as their best album

so hey I'm real out of it, and if I ate half an edible (and took a very long shower and put on Led Zeppelin III or IV)

would y'all rather hear about my experience as a fencer, or why I think Batman Returns is the best Christmas movie ever?

today in "coyote is loopy as hell after having spent a Saturday with their parents," we discover that it is far easier to make tea when you put the pot of water on the burner you're heating.

So neurodivergent Mastodon; if someone thrives on coffee and cigarettes, tends to have a messy desk, and says things like “oh boy” or “eeeeyabbadabba” while doing tasks, getting out of chairs etc, what are chances they’re ADHD?

Mood’s tanking so here’s so fungus earlier today!

"It's a bat!" "Does it bend?"

"It's a rat!" "Does it break?"

"Perhaps it's the HEAD that I found in the lake!"

#SongLyrics

somehow I went from Henry Rollins to Immigrant Song to giving up and listening to the Nightmare Before Christmas soundtrack because it's seasonal (and the second best Christmas movie ever)

HE'S RIDIN THROUGH YOUR TOWN WITH HIS HEAD ON FIYAH
HALO BURNIN EYES ARE CRYIN
HALO BURNIN EYES ARE CRYIN
GHOST RIDAH! GHOST RIDAH!
GHOST RIDAH! GHOST RIDAH!
KEEP RIDIN NEVER STOP RIDIN!
AND [unintelligible] DON'T FORGET TO BURN
DON'T FORGET TO BURN
BURN WITH FIYAH
WITH FIYAH FIYAH FIYAH
WITH FIYAAAAAAGH

appropriate that YouTube recommends "I Would Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That)" after I listen to bits of Lost Boys soundtrack given the whole video is about his VtM character. A really AWESOME anarch unlimited by his Brujah or Ventrue lineage. A Bru-true-anti-tribu.

Just one #drawing today, started while listening to some dude’s phone conversation like anyone else within a 20’ radius, finished in the “US history”/psychic damage section of the bookstore.

This dude was talking to the entire Barnes and Noble coffee shop on the phone so I found a quiet spot with a table to draw. Then I noticed it was in the “psychic damage” section of the bookstore and I foolishly finished drawing there. I hate this current situation so very very much.

Dear Jewish right wingers, I don’t understand why you chose to sell out your people, your country, and your planet. What do you get out of the deal, a tax cut? They don’t call you Christkiller when you’re in the room? You get to be closer to the showerhead and die quicker than us when it gets to be that time again?

“Covid 19 was used to launch the worst tyranny in American history” uhhhh so you’re not Black I take it.

Altan Gün are Turkish not Greek, and millennia of Hellenic culture is more than just food, but I went from “this song makes me want to get a batch of mezedes and shove them in my mouth” to this crazy idea of introducing some pagany types to bakalarios skordalia.

Also lately my YouTube browsing at work (not phone) has a lot of ads with Black people. Did advertising execs suddenly cynically discover that Black people exist, or has an algorithm decided I’m African American, or what?

For the wind cries of leaves
In the whispering grass
Our way of life is stilled
In the spinning wheels of chance
I believe in the ways of long ago!
And the signs I believe rose long ago!
And we’re changing out ways,
Yes we’re taking on different roads
Tell me more about the forest
That you once called home?