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Peebles greeted me at morning food and I brought her in for a few minutes of observation and gentle play.

She seems okay when she's not being overexerted-- she was a little huffy but didn't have any serious coughing or wheezing and no outright panting fit like yesterday after more (but not very) intense exercise.

So I'm less worried we're about to lose her immediately, and less worried that we need to rush a vet appointment for today. If she ends up with something chronic, we'll do the best for her we can.

In the meantime, just seeing her active and happy brought an end to a really rough night. Hoping for no more scary surprises.

Well, Peebles definitely had a breathing fit after a rather small amount of exercise tonight. We are gonna try to set up a vet appointment for tomorrow or Wednesday.

After reassurance from Peg and a leading Cat Friend, I am convinced she is not at Death's Door and, since we really aren't equipped for overnight cattage, somehow guiltily and fretfully sent her outside after telling her about 50 times I love her and I'm gonna do what I can for her and if the worst happens I'll never forget her.

I am probably overreacting. I am definitely having anxiety issues well above and beyond seeing my favorite cat wheeze and pant. She was OK within a few minutes and seems comfortable except for an occasional little sneeze or huff when she's not actively been exercising. I'm really hoping it's either a mild respiratory infection or a little touch of asthma that won't substantially harm her quality or length of life.

I'm braced. I've been bracing since the day I first met these cats and joked, "You guys are gonna break my heart someday, I already know it." It's awfully soon for another vet visit after taking CJ in, and that's a MASSIVE anxiety trigger right now because that's what I've already been ruminating about for weeks. I am amazed I am handling it as well as "OK, guess I'm going to bed at 7:30 and trying not to think about it." I'm not in tears or nothin'.

This will probably be funny, that I'm this freaked out, in a year or two. Assuming I'm sitting there petting Peebs. Otherwise, not so much.

Listen, um, in this situation, having a bunch of well-wishes in my feed is only gonna stress me out more, so if people could keep it to practical and reassuring cat health advice, if you have any, I'd appreciate it. I know y'all care about her. <3 We may also end up passing the hat if this ends up being expensive. Thanks, everybody.

Huh. Apparently there's a concept of a "24 o'clock" to "30 o'clock" in Japan, particularly in bar signage and TV scheduling.

Listen, I may be a pedant but I'm no prescriptivist. This is a damn fine conceptual shorthand and makes a lot of sense to me in the context.

After five consecutive expulsions with no (significant) bloodshed or violence, Sugarfoot has officially been promoted from Best Worst Cat to Good Cat. Her cat rating has been duly increased from a miserable 10/10 to the feline average of 12/10.

So apparently what you get when you put enough serotonin back into a tiger brain is joyful murderous rage.

Or maybe I've just run into a lot of people on Twitter this morning who need to get their heads eaten.

*reviews timeline*

Yeah, no, it's the second one. I'll save you the bones if any of you have been wanting to make TERF or Crypto Bro broth for some reason.

(I... I feel I owe you more catdroids to make up for the low actual catdroid content of the previous post. Just... having a little Hladolet nostalgia this morning, for those of you who have met her.)

https://hardmusicbase.cz/video_prehravac.php?v=g72BLPtiTZQ&alb=25029

And winning the prize for "Most Thematically Inappropriate Accidental Tribute To A Defunct Cyberkink Character..."

@chimerror On a related note... maybe it's just because the Tigers are #1 as usual and that's My Tribe from start to finish... but blaseball is just SO GOOD isn't it. :O

#RenMorinIsMyJoeShlabotnik

Huh. I think that's actually better? Like, the fear static is actually subsiding a little bit? Granted, it could be because I restarted my Celexa this morning and it could be because I saw both Mama Voidkitties loafed out and happy on my way back from the cafe. <3

Well, after waking up to ABJECT CAT PANIC, going out and feeding six perfectly happy playful healthy cats (albeit cats who DESPERATE WANT BE INDOOR AN PLAY FEATHER), then still having ABJECT CAT PANIC...

I broke down and went back on Celexa. This was a fascinating experiment and it was nice having glimmers of spontaneous libido now and then, but it just wasn't worth the low-grade fearfuzz at every waking moment.

It doesn't help that my old My Bloody Valentine earworm lived a full natural life, flew off as a big shoegaze butterfly, and left goddamn Carole King "Tapestry" in its place. The whole fucking interior of my brain is coated in melancholy folk webbing and I hate it.

I have invited Reggie Watts and his old band over. Maybe he and 16 repeat plays of Maktub's "No Quarter" can do something about it.

Here, would you like a little Reggie larva of your own? It's really an extraordinary cover. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LRsF1fQm3_0

@monsterblue And the most frustrating thing is that the alternative is just ABSENT from virtually all commercial and even indie "porn." In fact, the only places I can find the aesthetic I'm l ooking for are [a] a very small subset of German fetish videos that are at least elegant if very very stereotypically cold [b] furry fandom, which is like a queer pervert candy store and I have relatively few complaints about on this topic. <3

@001zlnv YES, they're amazing.

@balinares @zx3 @JulieSqveakaroo And again, the idea that there's just... nowhere. That the RP scene collapsed so badly that people recommend F-List (which may have changed but I recall as VERY minimal effort RP) is just shocking. I just assumed someone would take over and there would Always Be A Party Somewhere. And if there is one, if people are still doing that kind of high-concept polymorphic queer-friendly love storytelling at each other... I sure as fuck haven't been invited. :)

@balinares @zx3 @JulieSqveakaroo What really blows me mind is that TapestriesMUCK outlasted my ability to deal with TapestriesMUCK, the people on TapestriesMUCK, or the sort of things I had to do to get the attention of people on TapestriesMUCK.

Heh. Puzzlebox and 12Fold failing is not nearly as large of a surprise. *I* was [very nominally; other people did all the real work, mostly poor longsuffering Rik] in charge.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=55PkCyWUzr0

This thing is unbelievably hot to me, and I wish they'd given it just about any other name in the universe except for goddamn "smellbag."

I feel like there's a very strong element of the kink community that absolutely hates elegance, the same people who persist in using the hideous term "gimp suit" or degrade their subs as "piggies."

Their Kink Style Is Valid(TM) but god I wish it weren't so dominant. Same way I wish there were men's rubber fashions out there that pulled not from 1970s gay jock couture but instead, say, the ENTIRE FUCKING REST OF MEN'S FASHION IN ALL OF FUCKING HISTORY.

Gimme just one goddamn ruffle to work with, you butch piece of shit.

This is a hell of a movie list. Nearly 300 "hauntological" films. I have heard of maybe 5-10 percent of these. :O

https://mubi.com/lists/hauntology

Now I'm sitting here reading articles about "hauntology" and pondering if there's any way I can use what I'm learning to season Parallax's blander elements a little.

I mean, it's a reasonable theme. The Vek-10 are total hauntology bait: their ENTIRE IDENTITY is defined by their "versioning" system and thus their culture is dependent on its preservation and revision of the past. Everything they do is basic on legacy code. And their godlike-ancestors disappeared completely: BDO-452 IS LITERALLY HAUNTED BY ONE. PARALLAX IS A GHOST STORY.

Mixolyne culture... well, it's tempted to shoehorn them into a hauntological theme, but you know, the thing about the Mixolynes is that they're fundamentally fae. Hauntology requires a restless, eerie, transmuted past intruding on the present. You need to remember yesterday in order to do that. This is more than can really be expected of the typical Mixolyne.

Now, the Mixolyne Elders on the other hand... So that's where I'd go if I did want to chase this with the Mixolyne, tie it up in the spooky generational themes of having scheming immortal parents who remember EVERYTHING and blithe recyclable children who remember NOTHING...

I just like this. I don't even know the context. It just fits my mood.

“If I am getting ready to speak at length about ghosts, inheritance, and generations, generations of ghosts, which is to say about certain others who are not present, nor presently living, either to us, in us, or outside us, it is in the name of justice.” -- Jacques Derrida

"Rafer Guzman of Newsday wrote that 'celluloid is such a warm, friendly old format that it seems unlikely to contain the spirit of, say, a child-eating demon.'" -- the Wikipedia entry for Sinister

Poltroon! I sentence you to twelve thousand years of Boards of Canada's Geogaddi fan videos.

And then fourteen thousand years of John Carpenter's "Cigarette Burns" (which is excellent by which I mean it is nightmarish XD ).

And then sixteen thousand years of old educational filmstrips about getting along with others.

I'm watching the horror movie Sinister, and it's actually somewhat decent-- arguably a Hauntological horror film.

But it occurs to me that it does take place in the Internet Era, and if this dumb SOB had only gone straight to /r/occult...

Within 20 minutes the locals would have had the demon's SSN, cell number, True Name, binding ritual, least favorite vegetable, and the contact info for eight pipe-hittin' Lamassu motherfuckers just lookin' to get Bronze Age on his ass.