Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

who pollinates the pollinators?

hey, autistic folks;

would any of you have an opinion about https://www.acesaba.com/ ? They're my afternoon phone screen, but I want to check whether they're actually helping the kids.

Right now stuff I've run into about ABA makes me VERY wary. I've worked for The Bad Guys before (I actively liked working on U2 stuff), and I need the money, but.

A big thing to come out of my childhood was "I am not safe or comfortable" closely intertwined with "I am bad and inferior." The reality is I'm in some ways amazing and others broken and failed, and no more or less worthy than anyone else, since we're *all similar*, and the discomfort and threat of this world is pretty random. But my buttons get pressed, at some times a lot harder than others, and there's still a not small chance this will take me out.

I am now realizing that the heroic fantasy embodied in the art of Larry Elmore is amazing, luxurious hair.

Okay so it's probably more "being in your late 20s/early 30s forever" but still.

"an evening with Dr. Zahi Hawass, the man who made more money from Tutankhamen than Howard Carter ever did"

apparently listened to the Labyrinth soundtrack enough to recognize right before the BEST part of the movie

stuffing an entire t-shirt into my boxer shorts to add authenticity to singing along with "Dance Magic Dance"

slap that baby, make him pee!

Tell me I don’t need to spend money on either a lengua burrito from El Rinconsito, or chicken livers from Ezell’s.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, a batch of feel like shit buttons being pressed have resulted in feeling like shit.

now singing along to Amon Amarth's "Beserker at Stamford Bridge"

I don't know the lyrics so I'm just going "WRHHRAAAAAAGH" and occasionally adding "OTVAR ZA RUSS, FENRIS HJOELDA!" That works right.

@electrickeet https://news.artnet.com/art-world/doves-typeface-2454807

Not only is "everyone likes me" not really feasible, but whatever combination of things means everyone (not just me) is the villain in someone else's narrative, as certain a thing as traffic jams, insurance expenses and stomach upset.

okay, I think the grease from the bacon is what set off this amount of acid reflux, otherwise it doesn't make much sense.

one problem is, the chance of getting anywhere art wise goes away faster than my rate of improvement as an artist. At this rate, in a few years I'll make stuff that'd make Iain McCaig weep, and my chances of going pro with it should be exactly nil.

there's just something so completely offputting about the idea of Doctor Who being a Disney thing

I am being a bad friend and skipping out on my friend's carefully prepped Cinco de Mayo playlist to listen to Clan of Xymox instead.

Harry Nilsson "Coconut"/NIN "Closer" mashup

A little late for Star Wars Day, but here's a colored #drawing - I don't do much Star Wars art at all!

similarly, before covid, cooking at home was More Tasks to Do (to save money as I am supposed to) so I was never really stoked about it. DURING covid I realized 50% of why I'd eat out was to leave my apartments (no longer possible), 30% to hang out with other people, only 20% for the actual food. Cooking became making something, and as soon as it became interesting rather than mandated I REALLY got into it - these days I get snacks and coffee out but largely cook everything I eat.

basically I've been kitbashing adulthood for years now. This included the early realization that I'd eat at home if I got stuff I wanted to eat, but possible ADHD plus living on my own means I'm great at spotting stuff I'm interested in - then having extra I'm desperate to get out of the 'fridge.

trying to use up this sliced turkey I got on sale, I fried up some of the bacon I got on sale, and put that together with some of the bread and green lettuce I'm trying to get out of my fridge