Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

@JulieSqveakaroo @Austin_Dern

Bragging rights. :D

Also saw one of these, but didn't get a photo due to awful lighting and non-functionality: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mfuF4jb-Cqc

From a bootleg at the Pinball Church. Terrible game; undeniably sound advice.

MOOOOOM! THE INTERNET'S EATING ITSELF AGAIN!

#clickbait #postcapitalism #postcontent #adclicks #shovelingshow

This exchange from /r/mylittlepony was just so wholesome I had to share. I'm #1, 3, and 5.

Submitted without comment, except one for when you get it: I apologize profusely.

This posting glitch somehow sums up my current feelings about BoingBoing and its contributors.

There's just... nothing of substance there except a quasi-celebrity name I used to care about.

Tell your local pronoun purist that Ben Jonson said they could fuck off and die THREE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-NINE YEARS ago.

SIX genders, baby.

(They probably won't know who Ben Jonson is, but YOU'LL know he was widely hailed as the 2nd most important dramatist in British history next to Shakespeare. So, yeah.)

​After yesterday's shameful failure of temper control, I decided to take positive pre-emptive action.

Taking a hint from an episode of the Mighty Boosh, I tore a corner off this week's Stranger and had Peg draw an cute tiger and dragon snoozing on it.

Then I asked her to put it in her pocket, and wave it in front of me every time I start to redline.

Today's actually been great so far, so it hasn't been necessary except as a fun running gag (and I mean, they are fucking adorable, aren't they?) but it's comforting to know it's there. :)

Fig. 1:

I ran across my personal profile on mylife, while doing research on unrelated political shenanigans I will deny all knowledge of. O:)

Yeah. Um... every single thing marked in blue is incorrect. I don't recognize a single one of those names, either. And yet, those towns and age are spot-on (sadly), so I know this is my record...

I feel so much better about my privacy now! I don't care if they have all my personal information, as long as too much of it's wrong to be of any use. :D

FIGURE A:

#moodsnapshot #multilingual
#movestress #jobstress

ENG: Normally, I prefer to address you either in English or High Martian, but the little dude upthread had a real good point and it's worth repeating.

MAR: Rrar rrawwwr rarr rwarr raaaar chuff rawr huff rrawwwr (nip).

PKA: Eeee! 😮​

awoo: dis u

(dis also 🐯)

There are at least four different ways I can interpret this headline and at least three of them directly call out my kinks.

#ShitRezFindsOnHypnohub

Earlier today, I was watching a (surprisingly good) CineFix listicle about the narrator's favorite ridiculously specific film microgenres. So I threw one of my own while I was bored at work, figured I might as well share it.

I'm definitely keen on recommendations for further films that fit these subgenres, and I'm VERY keen to hear about your own favorite tiny, ultra-specific genres of media!

*ears perk out of the tall blue Martian steppe-grass, followed by a Cheshire-grinning saber-fanged stripeyface*

*stares at you awkwardly for a moment, a little surprised you spotted her, and sinks back into the grass*

*rustlerustlerustle*

#TheEpitome
#OfGoodLooksAndGrace
#AndQuietDignity

Photo of aforementioned shelves. Note also cameo by my little buddy Measle in the lower right!

Black Market Bob apparently shares my opinion about problematic media...

Excerpt from my mom's last e-mail. That's my stepbrother all right. 😼​❤️​

(Recovery's still going well.)

As far as I can tell, this image below is the _complete and exhaustive_ catalogue of the Shithaust "art collective's" output.

I think I'm starting to fall in love with these lads, much the same way Frank Zappa fell in love with Captain Beefheart, Wild Man Fischer, and the Shaggs.