Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

I don’t believe Darth Vader’s first appearance in the Star Wars saga got the musical cue “duh duh DUM!” *cymbals* and I only now noticed how ridiculously heavy handed that is.

I remain angry about the thing I don't feel allowed to talk about.

But at least now my federal taxes are done. I am seriously tempted to celebrate by buying then cooking and eating an artichoke instead of my original plan to make mushroom gravy and use it on the remaining meatballs and garlic mashed potatoes.

started listening to patriotic Soviet music to get through doing taxes

somewhere during the Internationale I remembered I'm NOT a Communist and swapped playlists.

Power breeds parasites. Long live anarchy!

with everything going on with the Royal Family, I think it's time to restate my intent to declare for the King if he comes back from across the water

https://youtu.be/AMao7zhu38Q?si=k_TRS4a7U0PEH8Jz

A while back, I got a used copy of the old 3E module, Heart of Nightfang Spire. I’m reading through a seriously Gygaxian level (electrified strength traps, chasm with hundreds of undead which swarm anyone downed by flying specters etc).

At one point, PCs fight a “tombstone golem” which I can’t envision as enchanted animated tombstones. I keep assuming a Tombstone golem made of cacti, stones and a creaking dead hanging tree, nooses swaying as it unleashes a hail of lead from its six-shooters.

I just wanna be a lover, not a red-eyed screamin' ghoul!

Traumatic personal and familial experiences echo, resonate, and keep me from being rational. Who'da guessed?

Traumatic personal and familial experiences echo, resonate, and keep me from being rational. Who'da guessed?

I feel bad that I now suspect any meme of "post [photo of self/fungi/undead/etc]" of being someone trying to skim images for AI.

Like "is this leftist just another antisemite?" or "is this awesome metal group more fucking Nazis?" another bit of joy tainted by reasons for suspicion.

1) I'm still really thinking about how this big nasty assumption at the core of my despair isn't that I'm especially deserving of misery or that the universe requires me to be miserable, but that I *will* be made miserable to convenience someone else. This was definitely true in childhood and I think it's a lot harder to challenge than "I am a shitty person" etc.

2) Probably related is noticing how jumpy I am about any place which could lead to censure (being the wrong gender, ethnicity, age, having the wrong opinion, etc), including the illogic that at some level I'm always afraid friends are going to completely go off on me, which feels terrible. I think some recent events really pushed those buttons as a worry.

3) I told myself I was going to take today off and yet I worry about doing so.

Fine.

SHAFT IN MORIA!

the dwarves delved too deep and too greedily

they got SHAFT!

Right up to HERE!

*waves empty hand in air during the appropriate part of "I'd Do Anything for Love" since my lighter's down in the car

actually I lied. Pretty much 70% of "I'd Do Anything for Love (But I Won't Do THAT!)" is the part of the song where you wave your lighter in the air

I am angry. I mean it's infuriating enough to tell me my dreams are dead, that the future is about more antisemitism, rent increases, F150s, square condominiums and disruptive technology. But it's another thing to slam down on the dreams of artists WAY better than me. This truly, deeply sucks.

"Hey, I found cougar scat on the trail!"

"How can you tell it's cougar scat?"

COUGAR "a di da diddy da ba da da DA"

quickly, ungulate your belly!

*belly dancer digests vegetation slowly in multiple chambered stomach*

HOT TAKE mashed potatoes are basically the savory equivalent to ice cream

Anyway, I got a lane change wrong and some lady badly dinged my passenger side door because she couldn't slow down in time. So I did some cooking while kinda in shock and I may be off for the next little bit so please be okay with me

great, let's have waterworks in semi public about Vincent Price dying in Edward Scissorhands, it'll be CATHARTIC

remembering the time me and Sammi caught Ed Wood on TV, and about 1/3 of the way through I asked to stop.

"But we're both REALLY enjoying this, so why?"
"I can see where this is going. Lugosi's gonna die, and I'm going to cry like crazy about it."
"Let's keep going."

And sure enough, Lugosi kicked it and set off epic waterworks.