Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

As usual, the monsters and ancient conspiracies were fun and exciting and the old estranged friends and new social opportunities were nightmarish and heartbreaking.

I wish I would stop dreaming about her. And her. And him. It was nice having REM sleep back for a while, but now it's one more reason to want to find a cannabis source.

I wanted a glimpse back into the Otherness that was once inside my brain—not torment night after night with false hopes of reconciliation.

This is the part of the evening where I find myself very grateful to be synthetic, because I can simply take out my tongue, uninstall anything remotely resembling a speaker or a text display, put it in a drawer, and not get myself in trouble. Good night! If you need anything, I'll be in your attic, being grateful that I can also bang my head against things repeatedly and leave no harm except a faintly cherry-flavored splat mark.

Don't worry, I did have a tiny flash of self-destructive weariness today, but it was VERY brief, and I think the odds of doing myself in these days are the lowest they've ever been in my life. Something would have to SERIOUSLY change for the worst, I don't think a bout of bad mood or even kitty grief could do it. I have imaginary kids to raise.

As for the "Nuclear Throne all day" threat... heh, I got to Loop 1 4-1. (That's extremely good. :) )

@spacewastrel@snouts.online Aw, geez... *happy blush* I dunno what I did, it's not like the lot of us are rushing towards Good Ends...

Oh. Suicidal ideation, its just you. I thought I made it very clear I can't accept your offe... What's that? You say that this isn't about you, you just brought an old friend by. Hmm. OK. I'll let you both in.

Oh, hey, Ennui, how have you been! What you got there. some kind of game controller? Would I like to play Nuclear Throne for six straight hours so I don't have to feel things, you say?

Huh. You know what, I think I would. Thanks, guys, you've always been there when I needed ya.

Mood snapshot. Feeling a little invisible today.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=61Ocno-uI3s

https://genius.com/The-raincoats-no-looking-lyrics

https://blogs.scientificamerican.com/voices/stop-using-phony-science-to-justify-transphobia/

Just whacked a transphobe with it on Twitter and wanted to share. It's my current weapon of choice, my trusty -shooter.

Yes, is a numeral now.

This cafe is playing Jacques Fuckin' Dutronc. After a binge of Talking Heads and Ramones. OK, I think I've found my home.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E05SSymMvdY

this week has been a toilet full of broccoli.

@mawr

👉🚪😠❗

Also, I ran into our neighbor's teenaged kid. I mentioned that Umbra was still missing, and he just kinda said, "Yup." He was surprised the new litter's stuck around as long as they have, and that Sugarfoot's stuck around at all. This is apparently quite normal to him, and while I STAUNCHLY disagree, I don't he's the kind of kid who would callously send a cat off to certain or likely death. This is what people do around here, and I don't like it, but it makes me worry less.

Several false alarms on the walk home from cafe. One of them REALLY got my hopes up, a real friendly little black kitty in damn near the same spot we lost track of Umbra—but they had big white footy markings and I just stooped and petted 'em and sang o/` You are not my cat but you're a good cat!! o/`

I also saw 3 more kitties on the way, for a total of 3 kitties without collars and one outdoor cat with nothing but a ribbon, all of which were plump & happy. Umbra should be OK.

@woozle @hummingrain @anthracite Feel free! Mars is a Free Culture planet and as for us raccoons... well, if you can pull it from someone's paws, it wasn't really their property. 😽

Oh no. It's worse than I thought. They're discussing playing the "tell us two truths and a lie about yourself" game at a social event.

They are gonna be slaughtered by a supernatural serial killer for sure. I am getting the fuck out of here.

(Actually, they're sounding scarily mature, organized, and practical compared to how I was when I was their age. But still... those names...)

I am sitting next to two young women named Brittany and Jessica, who are discussing sorority sisters of theirs named Brenda and Heather, and who they will be backing in an upcoming "social council" vote.

I don't want to judge them and they seem like perfectly kind, thoughtful people. I am just a product of my generation and am thus terrified I'm going to get roped somehow into a skiing competition against them to save an orphanage.

@anthracite get a chicken too

you're not food

dragons are not part of nature <3

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in other news this is the sort of place i live here now

honestly this feels like a pretty good day to abandon the old flesh and become a purely media signal

nothin but the Raccoon Network

political rants, half-remembered eddie izzard references, and perverted fantasies about talking plastic animals

airing 24/7 in the new bioplastic growth in your forebrain

@Austin_Dern I mean, if he's out there somewhere having a Good Stray Kitty Life, that's a happy ending. And that seems very possible in New Orleans.

I'm just in shock that he wandered way so soon after I bonded with him—and still feeling guilty that he disappeared right after chasing us a couple blocks away from home, then disappearing into a place where we couldn't get to him. I'm accepting that for an uncollared outdoor cat like him, it was just a matter of time. :(