Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

ME: American Dad is an exceptionally ugly, misogynistic show that constantly punches down and I feel like it pollutes my soul.

YOUTUBE: Want to see a five minute supercut of Roger being an asshole?

ME: ... Yeah, I'm in. *sigh*

Got a very polite hand-written note on wide-ruled paper inviting me to some kind of Jehovah's Witnesses event in town. Was very tempted to write back and explain WHY I will not be attending, but (a) low payoff (b) don't wanna do anything, ever, that might increase the odds of me having to talk to a Jehovah's Witness. It's the one prejudice I inherited from my mom, and it's one of only two prejudices I'm openly proud of.

(The other one is conservative Boston Irish men. Which is an odd position to be in, because I LOVE the actual Irish.)

it dawns on me that i was literally a queer radical furry with bizarre polymorphic alien characters before it was trendy-- like, ten years before...

forgive the moment of abandoned false modesty, but damn, that realization feels really good somehow

@JulieSqveakaroo Well, fuck. Best luck roo, keep us posted.

Peebles has mild asthma. She is definitely free of heartworms and FIV. She's getting a couple of shots and we are headed home.

Vet trip is at 2. I'm a complete mess between cat worries and resuming my medication, feeling right on the verge of a panic attack. So with considerable guilt, I am sending Peg in my place. I know I won't be any use at all if something goes awry. Gonna look for Peebs in a couple hours, probably spend the rest of the day asleep and convalescing. Wish us luck (faves are fine, comments are still a little stressful).

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.