Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

I don't wanna spend the rest of my life
lookin' down the ruler of a Carmelite

#Police #Filk

"Roxanne you don't need to put on the red light" indicating her port side

you notice he doesn't say anything about her green light to starboard

from this we can assume that inclement weather has let up and Roxanne is no longer a hazard in the middle of the channel

Okay, a spike of rage at an inanimate object (spoon fell from the top dishwasher shelf) is my cue to take a half edible and listen to The Specials/Toots and the Maytals/Madness for a bit

So I come home and no ballot, no new checkbook, and my housemate ran the dishwasher and found more utensils to clean as well as used some dishes. So I'm finally eating right now and all this hits the "and now you do EVEN MORE TASKS what do you mean WE can do tasks for YOU?" buttons

last night was an old issue resurfaced; later evening activity gives me energy to stay up later, and pushes my wind down cycle off by a bit.

and now the part of Yellow Submarine where John trips balls in the foothills of the headlands and thinks he's Fred Astaire

and is visited by Epona, Celtic goddess of horses.

There was an awful year, long before things really fell apart, when we lived in a fairly hostile part of the peninsula in a studio which developed a mold problem. A friend had lent us a VHS tape of Yellow Submarine, and we watched it a lot since it was something kind and cheerful.

At the end of the "When I'm Sixty Four" sequence, I'd always kiss my ex, because The Cartoon Said To. We thought that was great.

Ow. Fuck, ow.

"but sir, I can't even make meself float!"
"I'm appointing you High Lord of the Admiralty!"
"Well in that case oh yes"

listening to the soundtrack again. I can't remember the Krebs cycle and somehow a lot of this movie stuck verbatim

snapping turks? the dreadful flying glove? today, Pepperland goes BLUE-ey!

Accountancy ON ICE! A seasonal extravaganza featuring quarterly PL statements! The Dance of the Depreciation Fairies! A snowfall every performance!

Christmas with the Ogdru Jahad!

Konrad Curze™️, Primarch™️ of the Night Lords™️, is haunted constantly by horrific visions of the future. But can he see why kids love Cinnamon Toast Crunch™️?

* Eldrad Ulthran voice *

see, mon-keigh LOVE war. So they have the equivalent of guardians but there are militant nuns, non-nun churchy soldiers, really badass soldiers, really REALLY badass soldiers, and really really REALLY really badass soldiers, and Mechanicus soldiers. They're practically pink-brown orks with tiny fangs. Their entire species needs to develop a hobby, I hear stamp collecting's nice.

the taste of love is sweet
just like luncheon meat

when Ah was just a puppy
my mama told me son
always be a good dog
don't ever play with guns
but Ah shot a man in Reno
just to watch him DAH.

trust me being shot in the Reno is nasty, so don't do it

Gnome Expeditionary Fleets, packed with biscuits, and heading at FTL speeds away from The Gnomeworld.

Some recent #drawings which I haven’t tightened up. One is #furry and has nudity but the others are more my normal stuff. CW for firearms!

Wondering if the good artists are out there wishing they were the good artists

urge to cut loose with this really angry rant about the usual stuff

instead; I started re-reading LotR for the first time in years. I used to be one of those people who religiously re-read it annually. I remember as a kid hating the slow buildup and wanting Tolkien to get to Good Bits ASAP. Now I actually really like him slowly introducing this fantasy place, slowly suggesting there's more going on than just a wonderful hobbit party and a mysterious ring left from Bilbo's great adventure.

"Durin's Bane" actually refers to an unusually spicy, greasy, and possibly bone-in curry eaten after a pub crawl