Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

@Phorm Schadi assures you that it's okay: the "food" there was tasty but fattening anyhow. A steady diet of dragon-feels has proven much more balanced and healthy. Yeah, she's a bit leaner these days, but she's not gonna starve.

*still tries to stick a curly straw in your ear a la https://derpibooru.org/77697* 😇🦄​🐞​

I'm not really following MLP:FIM anymore, but it would still be really nice to look at happy Equestrians without feeling a vaguely icky, corrupt, polluted pariah-like sensation.

And that's not just the changeling in me talking. For her part, Schadi is just glad she licked the ceiling that one time. You-Know-Who will NEVER be able to get rid of all the ponybug DNA. -_-

One of these days one of the "THERE ARE ONLY TWO GENDERS" crowd is going to take a German class, find three of them, and promptly die from Unwanted Satori Syndrome.

Shrews do some real Stephen King shit... *shudder*

For the record, the guy mentioned in the above toot responded to me with a really, really stupid counterargument. He said "check your local library"-- as if his point were so self-evident, reading ANY book would support it, I guess?! (He was arguing that the basic purpose of the police is to protect society. His previous argument was "it MUST be true-- they swear an OATH to that effect!")

So I told him I was going to have to redact my blessing to just "winter holidays." O:)

@starkatt "If everybody looks like an idiot, make sure you're not staring into the mirror."

It's pretty hilarious, the amount of intellectual contortion that Biblical scholars go through to convince themselves Song of Solomon 5:4 isn't about getting fisted.

my trollface when i deliberately sign off a parting shot to an arch-conservative with "happy winter holidays" :D

okay motherfucker i'm just gonna ruin your christmas with my rootless cosmopolitanism then

@001zlnv @anthracite

What, this guy?

@Leucrotta See most recent toot. Case in point. :D Let's just say that Viccini's only error was limiting it to just "when death is on the line." :)

(Technically, we're not Sicilian, but same general principle for Romans. We're just more civilized about our poisonings. :) )

Mom launched into a 20-minute tirade, imho correctly, about how shitty my redneck stepfamily is (except for my stepbrother and stepdad, who are definitely still Ohio Guys, but genuinely really nice Ohio Guys).

I'm still laughing, especially about the part where she found out they were all exploiting my stepgrandfather's property, and she got to cancel their car insurance and electricity out from under them. It's a long story why Mom had control of them in the first place (keyword: "extreme ingratitude for tremendous emotional labor"), but she got off scot-free because they honestly thought they were ripping Grandpa off in secret.

I think I must have used the phrase "don't exactly see me playing devil's advocate here" about six times during our conversation. :)

@Leucrotta For you, it wassa the humor. But for me, it wassa the Tuesday. :>

Any day where the pro-Trump propaganda list I hate-read says "it's not looking good" is a fine day for democracy. :D

That moment you realize that your old neurological issues have NOT in fact come home to roost. You just haven't fucking eaten in roughly 18 hours because air travel totally mongs up your sense of routine.

I wish all my issues could be resolved with a huge bowl of Italian Wedding Soup.

(Fun fact: This stuff was never served at weddings until long after it was named. It's derived from "minestra maritata," where "maritata" [married] is just a metaphor for "mixed.")

@001zlnv That's... actually pretty actionable advice, there. Thank you!

@001zlnv The portapotty was mostly a joke, of course, but the recording booth? If they're really that cheap? That's actually kind of tempting.

Fortunately, when we move to NOLA we'll probably have a better opportunity to set things up for two people to work there and stay sane! Poor Anthracite pretty much had to *find* room for me in an apartment already optimized for one...

My stepgrandfather has landed himself in the ER with a nasty, ulcerated case of colitis. He's 95. We are worried that if they have to perform surgery on him, he won't make it.

But it's not nearly as bad as it sounds. One, we're not really close. Two, he's been a macho twit about this condition for, like, 20 years. Three, he pretty much rebuffed all my mom's offers to help take care of him, in favor of his Favorite Granddaughter, who... is neither half as smart nor half as devoted as my mom. Four... he's kind of a reactionary crypto-racist asshole (and most likely was a Trump voter), though he's at least been nice enough to me.

This is mainly a matter of "shit, I hope he doesn't die over the holidays and break my stepdad's heart." His odds of making it are even pretty good so far. Surgery is just one scary possibility thus far. Frankly, to me, it's just One More Goddamn Thing, and one more reason to fret over my poor stepdad-- whom I *do* really like, and does not need this shit.

I love Anthracite so very much, but being able to work in complete and utter privacy and silence, without a distractible (albeit adorable) bohemian loon 10' away... That's feelin' pretty luxurious right now. :D

Living with Anthy again has been really good, better than I ever anticipated. But there are days I am seriously tempted to see how expensive, say, a decommissioned portapotty would be to set up in our living room. Something with enough room for a desktop shelf. Ideally, something that is perfectly soundproof.

OTOH, it is a fucking MIRACLE and speaks to how good Anthy is to me that I can even work with another sapient being in social-radar range at all...

@mawr I miss Molly. :>

@mawr Time for a booster!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mlikAybIR-o&feature=youtu.be&t=15