Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

dream about running in a really nice werewolf fursuit (I don't own a fursuit, let alone a nice one, don't have a weresona) and at a restaurant meeting another person with a werewolf fursona using the name Ostohar (which Google suggests is a misreading of an only vaguely noteworthy Gondorian king).

morning starts with something REALLY STOMPING ON MY BUTTONS. Oorgh.

okay, apparently it's being a 60s glurge music night.

oh man, I don't think I've heard this 60s vintage glurge since I left Ann Arbor

#drawings today, sorta rough, listening to the Aliens soundtrack.

not me having a small crying jag about stuff years ago that I remembered this evening in connection to the english language version of "ui o muite aruko"

I checked because of Morris Cohen (if he can speak with a terrible accent so can I right?) and gun is “qiang” apparently. So… he was running around warlord period China with the nickname LIANG QIANG?

I run through the world thinkin' about tomorrow,
thinkin' about tomorrow

I am smelling like a rose that somebody gave me on my birthday deathbed!

I am smelling like a rose that somebody gave me 'cause I'm dead and bloated!

would you like to hear a little story?
have you all been good boys and girls? NOOOOO.

animals came from miles around
tired of walkin' so close to the ground
they needed a change, that's what they said
life is better livin' on two legs
but they were in for a big surprise
'cause they didn't know the law!
AND THEN

the rum pours strong and thin
beat out the dustman with the rain dogs
aboard a shipwrecked train
give my umbrella to the rain dogs
- for I am a rain dog, too

oh how we danced with the Rose of Traleigh
her long hair black as a raven

oh how we danced and you whispered to me,
"you'll never be going back home."

got job hunt today down to applications which really hit buttons with a resulting spike in anger. And my 12:00 phone screen initially didn't call, so I reached out to them and they'd apparently forgotten and wanted to do it anyway, hopefully that looked good. I'm calling it and making a huge salad.

the urge to leave quotes from the Havamal or Voluspa in all caps on the Thirteenth Warrior soundtrack on YouTube

The Lost Mines of Phanserviss!

No-one knows what sinister things the scantily-clad drow, slickly slime-draped illithids and muscle-gut gnolls might be planning down there, but it's gotta be PRETTY DAMN SINISTER. Perhaps they're planning to summon SOMETHING HOT.

LONG AGO

IT WAS ANCIENT GREECE

MYTHIC LAND OF NO PANTS

It’s not that I’m bored with superheroes, it’s that comics with superheroes are always better than movies with superheroes.

Maybe progress. Job hunting did not make me think about killing myself this morning, it merely made me feel angry and scared.

it's not good per se, but it is reassuring (this couldn't be my failure in any way) to get an "after careful consideration we decided to go with other candidates" email about an hour or two after I apply for the job.

HOT TAKE: if you'd never been exposed to Star Trek and therefore only seen photos of Leonard Nimoy without Spock's distinctive ears and haircut, you would parse him as either a tech CEO or possibly a Nick Cave/Johnny Cash style musician

seriously look at this dude. This looks like a man who's gonna sing you a ballad about Bilbo Baggins...

... wearing a duster, coming into town on the evening express, and gambling for people's souls.

In 2017 I worked for someone who was straight up a narcissistic abuser. Since I don't question this WAS abuse intended to break me down, I can actually use it as reference for how fucking bad childhood really was that way.

AD: at Amica insurance, we know this isn't a house. we know...

ME: In fact we'll tell you reasons why it isn't, right when you need to pay for something.

AD: "Did you know the same API which can do this can do this? And... this? And... this?"

ME: "AND EVEN THIS! I'M AN ADUUUUUUUULT!"