Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

Yesterday’s #drawings were all about retro orcs!

not a big revelation here but job hunting fits into childhood messages

* regardless of anything saying you're valued for yourself, you're not SUPPOSED to do something that interests you, your existence hinges on not just DOING but preferably LOVING this uninteresting other thing

* which also doesn't actually benefit you, because it's already been decided who the good/valued/safe people are

* the only emotional alternative to you're good at this is you suck at this, you're a failure in general

can't wait to get those neural net implants so social media can dump guilt trips directly into my cerebellum

* to the tune of Volga Boatmen *

acid reflux

#drawings last night, working on scale more.

I was feeling sad, and in sadness there's nothing to DO other than feel that way. For the past few months I've felt that I'm legitimately grieving all sorts of things, like five stages of grief, but if so what's acceptance look like? And I'd been thinking it was some Buddha like gentle peace with loss, but it isn't; it's SADNESS!

You can't feel sad if you're trying to anticipate the next attack, so frustrated you want to smash security cameras and Tesla windows, trying to make yourself shower and get outside, or thinking maybe just maybe Dems will manage to do the right thing and create safety, or whatever. Acceptance is SADNESS.

Took light rail to hang out at B&N for a while to get out of the apartment, worked on #coloring two #drawings, here's the one I finished out.

#drawings today

Oh yes the Human League. But now it’s time to take the mood down a little.

https://youtu.be/RLG1ys2CGcI

I'm told my first complete sentence was "look out the window everybody, a train! A train!"

hey WAIT I can eat oatmeal now. It's time for the Ergot Ridden Oatmeal advertising jingle!

the spirits white as lightning
all on me travels guide me
the moon would shake and the stars would quake
whenever they espied me

OH THE BLACKSMITH COURTED ME
NINE MONTHS AND BETTER
HE FAIRLY WON MY HAND WROTE ME A LETTER
WITH HIS HAMMER IN HIS HAND
HE LOOKED SO CLEVER
AND IF I WERE WITH MY LOVE
I'D LIVE FOREVER
OH WHERE HAS MY LOVE GONE, WITH HIS CHEEKS LIKE ROSES?
HE'S GONE ACROSS THE SEA
GATHERING PRIMROSES
I'M AFRAID THE SHINING SUN
WOULD BURN AND SCORCH HIS BEAUTY
AND IF I WERE WITH MY LOVE, I WOULD DO MY DUTY