Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

@001zlnv Most likely. ^___^ This isn't goodbye-goodbye, just need to go take a little hermitage and figure some stuff out... <3

@Balina I'll be back! My friends here ain't generally the problem, but the culture here in my neighborhood of Masto is turning ugly in a way I can no longer deny. I don't feel like I can be totally safe and respected here unless I pretend to be things I'm not too sure I am.

At the least, I need some time out of The Radical Queerpol Bubble so I can figure out who the hell I _actually_ am. I don't think I can do that here, no matter how well-meaning the pressure to be Not A Mere Cis Dude is...

Yeah, after three more toots from friends-of-friends making really low attacks on cis people... I think I'm ready to take that social media break I was talking about.

This account will still take DMs. I might post occasionally. But heartwise, my bags are basically packed. I don't belong here like I used to, nor like some of you have generously insisted I do.

Bye. Sorry none of this worked.

I was about to make a joke about a "white-goo" scenario, but then I remembered just how many vulpines watch this account, and I didn't wanna get y'all all excited. =^___~=

Okay, so I guess "When The Yogurt Took Over" is basically Greg Bear's "Milk Music?" ( https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blood_Music_(novel) )

Fuuuuuck. Our new place in NOLA is a ten-block walk away from Louis Armstrong's birthplace.

@Leucrotta @Troodon@occult.camp "You are listing my broken dreams..."</fat_tony>

Kenneth Parcell from 30 Rock checks into Room #1408 of the Dolphin Hotel...

@Leucrotta @Xinjinmeng@mastodon.social @Fenchurch Peg suggests "some cruel English fairy, anything that looks like it belongs in a Froud book."

@kelseyhusky *weak grin* Hey, I tried... I think I may have failed miserably, but I did my part! n.n;

*maniacal cackling* They've discovered our plan, but it's far, far too late...

https://boingboing.net/2019/03/28/conservative-commentator-tran.html

@anthracite Ask for something funny, like "a bag of four grapes." That way, you'll get MY household gods in on it too...

Once again, I have marshaled that bewildered contraption of eggbeater parts, bubblegum, and spit that passes for my brain into completing a full day of work.

I'd make some snide comment about being ready to run off into the woods and eat grubs, or something, because that brain-ish device I mentioned is exhausted with adulting. But I've already got a far better plan: running off into the swamp with Anthy and eating crawdads.

@anthracite You can't deny it's got huge MP recovery bonus, though, compared to Seattle. You said it yourself! And I've been thinking of picking up some magic-user levels after I get that Manticore upgrade...

CHOOSE. AND. PERISH.

https://www.angelobrocatoicecream.com/

https://www.bluedotdonuts.com/menu

https://graciousbakery.com/

#WhenSomeoneAsksYouIfYoureATigress
#YOU #SAY #YES

@001zlnv It's ALMOST as interesting. If it's anything like the ones in Seattle, it's basically a full-fledged John C. Lilly, Altered States style sensory deprivation tank. I've done one before. It was pretty neat, honestly. Super fuckin' therapeutic for my spinny ADD-type brain.

Twitchy this morning. Good mood, but I've got that "ghost cat, trapped between cities" feeling something fierce. I have a lot to do for work, much of it feels like useless bureaucratic kipple, and none of it really gets me any closer to New Orleans.

Meanwhile, I did a little more research on our new neighborhood. Public library, three cafes, gourmet donuts, a bookstore, two chocolatiers, and a freaking _flotation spa_, all 15 blocks or less away. In retrospect, Seattle's bids to keep me have been kind of laughable.

Recently, as Anthy was getting over the last of her cold, she described her body as feeling "like it was still full of dead cells." That's how Seattle feels to me right now, like walking around in something that's somehow still in motion, even though it's already long since perished.

It's okay. There's _sun_ where I'm going. Maybe a little too much sun. And _food_. Definitely far, far too much food. And a beautiful park with pretty stone cats that don't mind me napping on them, and ducks to harass. And a bunch of tiny lizards who inhabit the sculpture garden, so I can make Anthy wear a tiny crown and pretend to be their Queen when we visit them.

And a guest room, in case y'all ever feel like sharing in it. No promises. It's been a rough year and I'm might need a loooong time to recuperate before I'm ready for much socializing.

But yeah. Seattle's got that "Monday morning after a furry con" disenchanted feeling, and I don't think anybody can do much about that at this point. Or to switch metaphors, a whole new map area -- maybe even a full DLC package -- has just opened up for me, and you know... while there are still plenty of flashing icons on the Seattle map...

I might have time to check in on a couple more of you high-level PCs who used to be in my adventuring party. There are lots of fond and/or sad memories there. But I don't think I want to do any more side quests here. Getting the Good End would take more time, patience, and cleverness than I think I will ever have.

Doing okay, just slogging through work as best I can, and flailing around a bit trying to figure out better ways to help @anthracite with the move. My own personal packing's pretty much done-- I didn't bring much with me.

Feeling vindicated about The Thing, at least enough so that I can walk away in peace and just let things cool off indefinitely, rather than tearing myself apart over it, and fumbling to patch things up in a way that'll probably just do more damage.

I'm surprisingly stable on the Mueller stuff. I braced for this possibility a long time ago. The GOP strategy also distinctly reminds me of the Nunez memo, another big bluff that scared the hell out of liberals and then went nowhere.

I hope to maintain my Zen-like confidence that what T***p and company are doing can't possibly be sustainable for long. I'm not sure I believe it, but at least it keeps the panic at bay. At the very least, I'm just not convinced we're totally screwed.

Parallax is on hold, of course, while we move. Anthy is getting a little edgy about not drawing, so we hope to be rolling again soon.

The Thing has had a tremendous impact on the themes and tone of Parallax, I think. It's going to be a much more somber and cynical story than it originally was, and I think that's for the better.

Chapter Two is going to be pushing the main cast, much sooner than expected, into complicity with forces you're not really supposed to like. I just don't think I can really do "Friendship Is Magic" endings anymore.

I'm more or less okay. Glad to be leaving Seattle, honestly. Gonna miss you all and stay in touch, for sure! But I'm really just not the same person I was when I got here, and to be honest I don't even know what the fuck to do with my lingering "postfurry" urges anymore except write bizarre tf-laden comics, and try to avoid any more complicated social or emotional entanglements ever ever ever. >_>;

@tastymochafox I mean, this is definitely a "the kids are alright" moment. :>