Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

Good morning! It’s another beautiful day when I should probably kill myself and make the world better for everyone, but probably won’t.

the realization that pretty much any hobby I have probably reflects ADHD stuff - wanting to cook different things veering from plan, not necessarily having a clear focus artwise, interest in multiple languages but difficult to push forward steadily on any one.

another "can sleep through the battle of Kursk next door/2-3 hours later very awake" night

Today’s felt incredibly long but I managed to #draw more! Happy werewolf Wednesday (has anyone combined werewolf and wagon Wednesday, I wonder?)

To give you some idea of where my head's at this evening, I started cooking tofu because I just did NOT have the heart to do meat this evening... and this quickly became giggling at how dinner was sweet and sour CUBES.

oh yeah, antisemitism defined by a fundamentally and iredeemably antisemitic political party, that's fucking rich.

MY people are not YOUR convenient excuse. I'm fucking livid, and probably need to go get some hot coffee, sunlight and drawing time.

wait, so there's a Growlr and it sets you up with hairy dudes rather than with little flasks of beer?

this is like finding out Grindr was a way to score Gay sex rather than sandwiches

Tired: dog piled

Wired: dog pilled *races off barking*

so riffing off a response over on bluesky, the reason there are 10 hot dogs in a package but only 8 hot dog buns in a package;

carefully bisect each of the extra weenies and add them so that 4 of your buns have 1 1/2 weenies on them. On the other 4 you use the extra space to load up with kimchi, or tomato and pickle slices and pepperoncinis, or something

the urge to spew utterly toxic opinions about stuff, sorta like in The Exorcist

@kelseyhusky & anyone actually interested

Holy shit. It took me this long to realize that the Beasties' "Hey Fuck You" loops a berimbau sample is that it's about directly challenging/fighting other MCs (I think more so than the rest of To the Five Boroughs).

oh, right. DO NOT GINGA ON YOUR DOWNSTAIRS NEIGHBOR'S CEILING. Even if Dead Can Dance's "Dance of the Bacchantes" is on and suggests a fast, aggressive game. ESPECIALLY do not do negativas on your downstairs neighbor's ceiling even if you're good at it.

Am I at the point in my job hunt where I go, look, I can't get anything better, I need to start looking for retail/food service/warehouse?

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!