Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

Me: Judah Mannowdog from Bojack. Arguably one of the few truly innocent characters in Bojack--and I think it'd just be cruel to put Hollyhock in this gross body.

This is what inspired the whole question. Dammit, I'm exhausted with being me. I just want to be nice. Kind, sincere, organized, effective. The person I set out to be but left by the wayside about 25 years ago.

I could also do Ralph Stilton. I'd say Vincent, too, but there just isn't room in here.

If this gets any worse, I might even have to stop tigering altogether for a while. But I'd not sure I even know how.

It's the future: January 2021. We've just gotten ALL the rest of cyberpunk, good and bad. They've just released the first round of really good brain interface machinery, and everything else still kind of sucks.

Reliable mindwipe and personality chip technology is available. You've decided to take the plunge. Any fictional character in any medium is available, even fanworks.

Who would you want to become?

This is surprisingly charming. May I present:

,,ɐɔᴉɹɟ∀,, 'oʇoʇ

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=51q_tK3j8tY

Huh, that was unexpected: an only semi tongue-in-cheek announcement, apologizing for any perceived homophobia in an SNL sketch...

In Season 5. April 1980.

Heh. Reagan did a lot of damage, didn't he.

Well, that's certainly a mood.

Even got the date range right and everything.

Sure, I left Sen. Collins a detailed and pointed voice mail message about how shameful her acquittal vote is, and how absurd it is to think it'll improve Trump's behavior.

But I also called back to leave a prolonged and disgusting seltzer-fueled belch. I do not regret what I have done.

Also, "Social Justice Warrior" anagrams to "A Calico Worrier Is Just," "A Calico Writes, 'Is Juror,'" "A Circular Woo Jest, Iris," "As Crucial Worries I Jot," "Worrier Acoustic Jails," "I, Worrier, Cuss Taco Jail," and "AI, Just A Worrier's Colic."

These things never lie, folks. I'm especially concerned about the "taco jail" one.

Today I learned that "social justice war" anagrams to "caustic jailors, we."

@JulieSqveakaroo Have a community, have a sex drive, have a confidant I can see face-to-face who isn't Peggy, have a kink life, have an imaginative life again (and the brain chemistry to support it), not dream about Kristy and Jessie almost every fucking night, and be able to ride a waterslide without barfing again.

I mean you did ask hun. :)

@LexYeen@snouts.online I will never be able to look at Princess Bubblegum the same way again.

@anthracite @Djinnanigans@dragon.style Don DeLillo couldn't come up with that something that enthusiastically, vacuously creepy in his worst nightmares. I have genuine chills.

@Aradia *hugs* Ain't none, sis. Just the comfort of stoicism and at least somehow still having people who give a shit.

Well, foxes who give a shit, anyhow. Arguably better. *shrug*

Also if I see one more person deal with the Queer Leftist Purity Spiral by insisting it doesn't exist... solemnly assuring themselves people are just overreacting to some ass-pulled example of something harmless... and totally ignoring all the ACTUAL half-baked crusades I've seen people attacked over (from "are babyfurs pedophiles" to "are D&D kobolds transphobic")... I am probably gonna go full Procyonid Death Blossom on them and ruin what little standing I have left in the fandom forever. I say this with the force of prophecy: I'm gonna get myself canceled one of these days, and you'll find my body with foam-flecked shreds of someone's twisted-up Social Justice Panties between my fangs. >____<

I feel like I'm running around in a little cage every day. Nothing in my immediate world is especially bad, but it feels like nothing really *good* will ever happen again. Like all I can do from here is watch myself decay, and watch everything that promised any kind of transcendence in my life just... fade further away. More and more of my sources of pleasure burn out every year. I spend more time working, playing video games, and eating, and watching TV. My brain just feels more and more ashen and ossified. And I could list so many things I've tried that just don't WORK for me anymore: sex, drugs, alcohol, RP, waterparks, roller coasters, social media, conversation, friends, daydreaming, my increasingly silent headfriends... Every attempt just lets me map a little bit more of the burnout. And it feels like it extended everywhere. And I don't even feel like I have the right to complain, because other people are suffering large. And because I still have Peggy and a great job and a lot of freedom. And stealth---the utter freedom from having to stand up for any of my gender variance or lose a bit of my privilege by actually fucking doing anything about it. I am, in essence, a coward with my head stuck in the sand, wishing the meteor would finally strike me in my fat exposed ass and give me what I deserve.

@mmsword I mean, without evidence of big creepy orange teeth, I'm afraid your chances still don't look good! But anything is possible in the magical world of #9!

Just so I don't leave you hanging:

There is no canonical answer. The characters in the episode explicitly disclaim that it's an otter, supposedly because of the ears, but there's no indication whether they're right. FWIW, I'd guessed otter, too. I was just curious what everybody else thought. 'cause yeah, damned if that's not an otter. :)

@zx3 Yeah. *hug* Yeah.

We live eight blocks from the funeral home where they held the services for Peggy's mom, and six blocks from the restaurant where they held the reception afterwards. Adulthood is fun, huh? :|

I made a friend on Twitter who speaks Toki Pona, a minimalist conlang, and... well... I thought at least dear cousin @Austin_Dern might appreciate adding this to their vocabulary ​:

https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=kijetesantakalu

@Leucrotta The WORST Jellicle cat.

Ah. Looks like our neighbor is already aware Shadow is injured and had a vet appointment for tomorrow.

This actually reassures me a bunch about her general concern for these cats--I was still pretty miffed at her for letting Umbra wander off--and to be perfectly honest... I love Shadow, but I REALLY did not want to have to spend most of a day trying to convince her to behave to, at, and from a vet appointment.

We're still gonna chip in, but this takes a lot of the burden off of us... Also, Shadow's known our neighbor a lot longer than she's known us, so she'll probably have an easier time getting here there and back.