the sudden realization that not only does Dr Jeckyl and Mr Hyde lose all meaning if you know plural systems (oh, there's another similar but not identical dude in the same body? Yeah, we hiked together last week) but Batman loses meaning if you know furries (hugely tech savvy car nut/martial artist constantly dressing as an animal? Yeah, I've seen photos of his asshole).
also apparently I'm buzzed and 5:13 or so sounds very Afrobeat actually so I'm gonna hit pause on Zappa and listen to Fela Kuti instead
dzzzzaaaao
the beginning is a very delicate time. know then that this is the year 10191. the known universe is ruled by the padishah emperor Shaddap IV, my father. In this time the most precious substance in the universe is the spice melange. The spice extends life. The spice expands consciousness. The spice is vital to space travel.
the feeling that I'm basically racing against time;
trying to come up with gentle acceptance towards myself and a world where things go wrong (stuff you might get from a much healthier childhood than mine) before age means worse health, worse isolation, and an even nastier world. Revamp my old miserable takes on the world quickly, before things get worse and I make myself completely unhappy.
Okay the proportions on the horses really bugged me so despite being not Charlie Russell I adjusted them instead of getting baked or drinking screwdrivers like a sane person. #drawing
listening to parts of the Ep I soundtrack which aren't Duel of the Fates and it's honestly awesome. It's very much why you hire John Williams who almost always writes scores better than the movie they're in. I think I slept on it because Ep I was "a mostly fun movie set in the Star Wars universe" which is pretty disappointing after the first trilogy.
Lots of random gunk, but some drawings and cooking talk too. Obsesses about DnD and related topics. Left-leaning/profoundly frustrated politics. Black lives matter; trans rights are human rights.
Occasionally NSFW art and discussion, please do follow if you're 18+.