Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

Waaait. So if Zizek’s accused of being a dumpster diving raccoon turned human (doubt it) and Mark Hammill looks a little like Zizek, what d’you reckon Mark’s fusona is? I’m betting based on his dog, or possibly a hyena because he’s the quintessential joker (it’s entirely possible he doesn’t have a fursona, but if any celeb were to have one, I’d put money on him or George Takei).

Today is just dragging, but I probably shouldn’t watch Cyriak videos at work. Even if they have cats, sort of.

Favorite “yankee fiddling” tunes like;

“A queer sort o’ taown at the mouth of the Manuxet River”

“I’m Talking About Workin’ for a Livin’, I’m Talkin’ About Sharkin’”

“Auntie’s Sprained Ankle Reel”

I’ve been thinking about an alternate WWII comic for ages and did some reading today;

1) GIs could cook in their helmets with liners removed- but does anyone know if they were ever used to cook rice, specifically?

2) apparently that visor meant any pressure would pull the chinstrap up and really expose the wearer to attack, which is why you almost never see anyone actually using the chin strap. Since my characters are all likely to wind up in CQC, that visual is important!

The feeling of being completely crushed, of being trapped with no escape, is hugely about my circadian rhythm crashing. Not that I don’t have problems but I know everything looks bleaker than it did before lunch or will after work. If I could nap this would be less of a problem.

Wowwww

I’m rereading this novel for the first time in over a decade or two? on Project Gutenberg since work is currently slow, and it manages to be both problematic and kinda feminist for its time. Wow.

Differences between me and the sales team include I don’t really want to be here today, and I don’t have anyone here to talk to loudly about that. But hey I can potentially have more Chex mix than I ever wanted and kombucha!

tfw insomnia swaps over from "anxiety, stomach upset, woke up covered in sweat probably more because it's suddenly far warmer in my room than because of nightmares"

and instead becomes "I don't want to go to bed, there's a batch of distractions online, and nothing at work is really that compelling"

Do I want to spend $25 plus however much on parking, to go to the Walt Disney Museum in SF, just 'cause they have an exhibit of Glen Keane stuff?

(as always, the Bay Area remains full of amazing stuff to do, assuming you can find parking and have a nicer salary than mine, which a lot of Bay Area residents don't)

In such an odd headspace right now, horny but dead tired. Really wanting reassurance that who I am, what I do is okay. I want to skip work tomorrow but then when don't I?

Drew from reference and then did little redlines for yesterday’s drawings for a bit under 2 hours at Starbucks, waiting for the bus, on the bus. Useful and also I think I’m done for the time being.

Omg omg omg compare this tweet;

From when the Soot Sprites were smol! https://twitter.com/CuriousQuail/status/978834598200143873/video/1

... to this “Cyriac” animation;

https://youtu.be/GSMCRD35ch4

I should eat at least half a pot cookie and put on the David Lynch “Dune.” That way I’ll be as high as a kite during the trippy, drug-related part of the movie!

Holy crap.

You know Thelonious Monk right, brilliant pianist? And you know his son TS Monk is also a musician, still around?

So I figured I’d poke at the younger Monk’s stuff and idk what I expected but it’s this really solid funk!

1) discovering there’s gonna be a comic anthology about Mahatma Gandhi

2) * promptly filks White Zombie’s “I, Zombie” *

I AM GANDHI, SATYAGRAHI
I AM GANDHI, AT THE PARTY
I AM GANDHI, SPINNING WHEEL
I AM GANDHI NEVER STILL

https://twitter.com/ChrisEliopoulos/status/978419904683667459

(No playing buckaroo or drawing dicks on his face. This is the same game group where someone stuck sporks in the low ceiling because it seemed like a good idea, then took all of them down to be polite before leaving. Very wholesome considering how effed up emotionally we all were.)

One of the nights that I couldn’t make it, my fellow dweebs told me about later.

A very drunk (and apparently Australian given accent) student stumbled into the conversational French lunchroom where the game club met. He was apparently quite ready to try D&D and repeatedly insisted, “I want to play the gorgon.” My friends stepped him through chargen. Together, they made a fighter named The Gorgon. Then the new player passed out, beautific smile on his face, for the rest of the game.

One of my best gaming stories isn’t actually mine.

When I started college I was trying to be a good boy and I went to services every Friday. This meant I missed D&D games or came late during fall semester, before sunset came early enough that I could go to shul *and* play D&D. Ironically being late thanks to being religious meant I wound up playing clerics a lot, since players who showed up earlier tended to grab the “more exciting” roles.

*very Oded Fehr voice *

AHM SHER!