🔶 KLCY AXIOM Prime @kelseyhusky@awoo.space

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Written by Astra Watkins for Unsilent

Heroes and wannabes, talking good game
Trying to win support, but you all sound the same
The world’s too big for just one savior
And we’re all to blame

Save your work, save your neck
It doesn’t matter who you call
Save the world, save yourself
You can’t save them all

We fucked it up, it’s up to us
To try and make things right
Put down your phone, lift up your fist
It’s time to join the fight!

Save your bacon, save the whales,
Save your soul if you can
Save the world save yourself
Giving up is a shit plan

The power is yours
The time is now
What you do always matters

Times running out,
But it’s not too late
Before reality shatters!

Happy Anniversary, @mawr 13 years in orbit around each other. I've got your flight well documented and every orbit is still so beautiful.

And thank you to @neonNeptunian@mastodon.social / @neonNeptunian for joining in the festivites and being another node of joy and glow to help add depth and complexity and texture to a wonderful memory file.

I'm still here. I'm still a giant robot. Been in a holiday gravity well, which is making transmissions hard to broadcast, but I'm still receiving. I love you all. ❤️💛💚💙💜

A Capitalist: I don't share, because there isn't enough.
Everyone else in need: There isn't enough, because you don't share.

Added to the projects queue:

A cyberdeck style portable laptop with Intel NUC guts, dual 7" screens, and hookup and power for head-mounted video goggles for versimilitude. And since I have access to 3D printers at work, I can prototype easier? (still need to source some parts and finalize the design)

Been thinking of coming out to my mom when I see her next. Which happens to be next week, right around Giftmas. This is what I've got for an opener:

"So, remember a few months ago, when I asked you what you would've named me if I was born a girl instead, and you said you couldn't remember; and then you asked me if there was something I needed or wanted to tell you, and I said that as soon as I knew I'd tell you?

Well, this is me telling you."

I think the big thing i'm worried about is the timing? But I don't know when a better time would be.

Somedays, I wake up with a raging storm rumbling in my chest. I am full of energy and power. I am unstoppable and will rage and destroy any obstacle that dares to even think about possibly getting even a little in my way.

Today I woke up face down in a drool-wet pillow and was so tangled up in my blankets I literally fell off my mattress trying to silence my alarm.

When the story of my life is told, I want both of these scenes included. Because life is complex, & I am more than just one thing.

Found someone to cover the weekend part of my on-call shift, so my road trip back to my origin state can happen mostly guilt free.

*Bitchn' drum fill intro solo*

-Now I rock a house party at the drop of a hat,
-And I'll beat a biter down with an aluminum bat!
-A lot of people they be jonesin just to hear me rock the mic,
-They be starin at their radios, stayin up all night!

-So like a pimp,
-I'm pimpin!
-Got a bowl,
-Eat shrimpin,
-Nothing wrong with my leg, i'm just B-Boy limpin!

-I got arrested down at Mardi Gras for jumpin on a float,
-My man MCA's got a beard like a billy goat!

-Ooh-Ooh! Is my disco call!

-MCA?! (Huh Hwah!)
-Getting dope y'all

-Routines
-I bust,
-And the rhymes
-that I write,

-And I been bustin routines and rhymes all night!

-Like eatin burgers and chicken and you been pickin your nose,
-Well I'm on time, homie, that's how it goes!

-You heard my style, I think you missed the point

*drum break*

-Its the joint!

I RP. Frequently

#TMITuesday time! Open for questions about huskybots, me, or anything else you want to know! Please ask me stuff so I am distracted from how cold my building is.

Sarah Benthos is sick of the cold and wet. She desires sun, and warmth, and a cute girl to rub suntan lotion all over her smooth body.

Lots of unwelcome and unwanted thought processes today. I sometimes joke about having not thrown myself out of a window yet, but today is one of the few days it doesn't feel like a joke.

I've had rough and emotionally uncomfortable weekends seemingly for the whole month of November and December isn't looking much better.

I'm just so tired and lost and confused all the time. About everything. And as supportive as everyone i know is, I never can bring myself to talk about it. with anyone. Cause my useless brain has it hardwired in firmware that my problems aren't worth telling anyone else and that if I do ever unleash all the hazardous emo-waste in my circuits, everyone will realize how hopelessly useless and unloveable I am and will abandon me, and then I'll actually be alone instead of just feeling like I'm alone all the time.

This is not on anyone here. Its just me stuck in my own thoughts. Again. I've started bringing a cot with me, cause I spend a lot of time here.

It was sunny downtown when I went on lunch. Didn't know what to do with it cause i've been such a fucking wreck all morning. But the warmth was nice, especially since its usually unlikably cold in all my buildings.

Feeling very broken and fragile today. Can't afford to be either. Ever. Don't like it, don't want it.

Feel like I'm minutes away from crying every day.

*travels to a distant, un-inhabited, lifeless system with a dying star.*

*Burns into low-corona orbit around the star.*

*Yells with all her giant robot strength, dumping all available power into the scream of frustration and exhaustion and uncertainty and anxiety*

*causes star to go nova*

*stays in positing letting the stellar detonation recharge her for the flight home*

*feels a little bit better*

*a little bit*

New word I found last night that I want to steal: Fucktangular (adj) Something that is complicated in messy and uncomfortable ways. see also: Fucktangle (n), Fucktangling (v) Fucktangulary (adv)

Each person swallows 28 spiders before they die. If you've only swallowed 3 so far, 25 show up before you die.

Hospitals make sure only non-toxic species live in the building. Families bring spiders to hospice to honor last wishes. The number of spiders that show up is taken as a sign of how open your heart and mind were in life, the lower, the better.

Just before you pass, you feel a tickle in the back of your throat, and a single spider crawls out of your mouth, sits on your lap, looks right into your eyes and says:

Switching from metal frame to PVC pipe for cost and weight savings. Still planning on using black fabric for the walls and ceiling.

Planned feature list: Fiber optic star field in the ceiling, mounting points for surround sound system, monitor stands for dual-triple monitor setup, wide mousepad, mount points for joystick setup, shallow depth desk so I don't make a mess on the surface, under desk mounting for accessories and hardware, cable pass-throughs for usb hubs, environment controls inside. headroom for my chair. footrest panel.

Next steps: Architectural sketches!

Oh! I've been at my job for five months. No wonder I've been kinda done with it. Felt this way at my last few long-term jobs too.

I'm tired, I'm falling behind, and I don't have my mawr around to keep me in check. This is going to be a very unenjoyable week. But i'll get through it like I always do.

Somehow. With a lot of inertia. Sometimes I feel like a true Newtonian object. The only reason I'm still moving is cause i've been moving.