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Neo Yokio is, from everything I've been told, intended to be satirical. I can accept that, but that doesn't make it feel okay to me. Kas' rip on "Babylon No. 5" is supposed to be a metaphor for kids picking on historical media without understanding it; I get that he's supposed to come across like a smug ass while he's doing it. But absent any immediate in-show refutation of his statement, even knowing what the writers are trying to suggest, _Kas still says it_.

Verdict: it didn't go well.

Full disclosure: satire is toxic to me. If it's subtle enough to be genuinely satirical and not merely mocking, I'm very likely to read it earnestly. Even when I know things are meant to be satirical, the emotional sting of the earnest reading usually still lands, and I know of no good way to extract recognition of the emotional damage wrought by satire without stepping on its humor potential. So I don't watch a lot of satire that isn't just plain parody.

I tried to watch the first episode of Neo Yokio tonight.

Today in Very Perceptive:
Multiple Coworkers: Bitcoin bitcoin mining SIXTEEN THOUSAND DOLLARS mining so easy to join!
🐰​: BTC mining burns more energy than three-quarters of the countries on the planet and people are literally turning to tire fires to fuel it.
Coworkers: ...
🐰​: ... here look at cryptokitties. *hides under desk*

Oh, look, a crock pot full of shellfish chowder and almost no dragons about...

I keep thinking I should get a Mastoface over on writing.exchange and link my blog to it there, then boost it from here so it's showing up in a bigger federated timeline. I can't tell if this is a good idea or pretentious. Or both.

Fifteen minutes on the new bike keeping heart rate at 125 and my legs are dead. But... I kept fifteen minutes at heart rate 125 before my legs died.

Thanks to @ElectricKeet and @adeptomega for being physically present yesterday, and to @KoBunny for moral support. I'm still not in a great space right now, but I'll manage, and I know things will be okay.

I can see the shape of things.

Netmug and Cimanum Triscuits are _weird_, everybody.

Wisteria knelt before the muddy puddle and pointed. In it, a shining yellow chick shivered against the bitter cold, its peeps already softer than even when we'd first arrived.
"She smells sick, gran," Wisteria whispered. "We could save her."
I leaned on my cane and ground my front teeth. "She's a phoenix, child," I started. "We've got no place for her."
"But she'll die out here."
"Yes, but--" Every protest died before my granddaughter's tears. "Alright, Wisteria. And damn us both."

Lights in the Darkness: flourless chocolate mini-cakes with orange tonic white chocolate icing.

https://awoo.space/media/zyyBVl-v6H5jmpPy5AM
https://awoo.space/media/ZB_6iI48DvrHfoxuACA

I've achieved some kind of success with my cooking, at least. Last night on two hours' notice I roasted a turkey and turned some leftovers into an impromptu feast. Today I took the leftovers from _that_ and made another.

Today has been an exciting day for bunis. @mawr​ helped me boop the thing!

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This is part of a New Plan. I will write this one down this time, I swear. I just... have to get it configured and tested and then I cna write it up.

I didn't make it. I don't know who did. Credit to whomever created all parts of it and assembled this glorious disaster.

Getting Let's Encrypt to work with seventeen virtual domains only took me three hours. Not bad. But at least now the Orrery is HTTPS-protected. That's something.

tfw you turn down a phone screen for a job you really fucking want because they're a federally regulated business and have mandated drug screening laws and you're a marijuana legalization activist in your off-hours.