Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

@Phorm Yeah. Yeah. *hug* There's a certain thrill in being one of the people who might get to be on the front lines of the impending kulturkampf, since I've always enjoyed a good scrap, but even that pyrrhic pleasure ain't for everyone. *pets*

Decided to get an art commission to cheer myself up, since I've put in so many hours the last few weeks, even though hurricanes and plagues. So I got a brainwashed alien cyborg catgirl goin' for me which is nice.

Also, Peg and I brainstormed a bunch of ideas for getting me out more and cheered up. She even found me an LGBT-friendly gaming club with playtest nights, shockingly close to home, so I'm genuinely looking forward to that!

Doing a bit better. Honestly, it just... it got to be too much at once. Especially the moment I realized that my attempts to give Mitch McConnell a massive hernia via telekinesis weren't doing jack shit. These antennae are fuckin' useless. Fuck your planet and its shitty reception. >__<

"Maybe I should just eat more."

@hummingrain Effectively, you just did. <3 Honestly... I think what I really needed was to feel for a couple minutes like I wasn't just staring into the Total Perspective Vortex, and somebody out there was actually listening. *hug*

Four days into my Ohio visit, four left. Morale is really low. Between listening to my stepdad cough his lungs out every 10 minutes and bracing myself to visit my cancer-stricken stepbrother on Monday—for his birthday, forcrissake—the sense of poignance and doom, as my family dwindles away from me, is really getting to me.

Got way delayed on work this day because the wifi is terrible and it's impossible to find a place to sit and focus. Worked three hours already and have another 6-7 hours left before I can quit for the week.

Not sure exactly what I'm returning to. When I went back to Seattle from a long trip, back in the day, it felt like there was something social and uplifting and weird waiting for me. I love Peg a lot, but I feel like all I've got coming besides her is more loneliness and more of our usual domestic routine. It's cozy, but that's not gonna be enough to get me through these years.

Haven't gotten to work on Parallax in the slightest.

Don't even know what I'm fighting for anymore. State of the world, well, any barrier against it I had built up just got washed away somewhere between Barry, the flu, and Ohio.

I just wish there were an honorable way to give up, and stop having to fight more and more for less and less. The "shiny things" that I used to build my life around—or the illusion that they'd come around someday instead of just being empty, promised bait—feel so far away, just gone forever.

If I really, truly had any say in how I would spend the rest of my life... *sigh* I want donuts. I want a sack of 200—300 gourmet donuts and nobody who's gonna be hurt by the consequences of me eating them all in one sitting.

That's about it, really. Everything else I dream about is the sort of self-indulgent quick-fix justice that's morally repugnant to most of you, over in a day along with any chance of a normal life, and would only leave some pundit clicking their tongue about how violence is all Those Evil Leftists have got.

I just watched a video where a Flat Earther stalemate a debate about the curvature of the earth by completely failing to understand or accept that:

(a) d = 2r
(b) x*(1/y)=x/y

He fended off his opponents and kept his backers cheering by sheer stubbornness and obfuscation. The uspol resonance of this is making my hackles lock in the "ROAR AND EAT PEOPLE" position. Humans, your ignorance makes me ill and angry. ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UfVqM-QYch8 )

Once you've seen the Keurig logo as a three-eyed frown emoji, you can never go back.

@001zlnv @anthracite Yeah, this. I definitely wouldn't include the note fessing up to drawing it yourself. The more brazen and deadpan the scam, the funnier it'll be and the better the PR. Remember, you're pitching this to people who like their art good and ironic.

THIS JUST IN FROM FUTURENEWS: 26TH CENTURY TIGERS ARE PEEING ON THE RUINS OF YOUR CULTURE. IT'S THEIRS NOW.

@Balinares I mean, I am at least lucky enough to know I'll probably die with a full head of hair. Thanks for the DNA, dad. :)

@Phorm *rawrs approvingly and nurses a cup of Hot Jones, which is to say, a cup of some guy named Jones* ^___^

Nah, fuck it. I don't have time for sadness. My gender, by fiat, is LARGE FUCKOFF CAT. It's 2019, I have this inexplicably lingering ( <3 ) group of friends who is glad to enable it, pay no attention to the hairy aging dago behind the curtain. I was never much of a real-world person to begin with.

Low morale tonight in general. Sweet but chatty aunt came by and ate up almost all my workday hours, and then I felt icky from my lingering sinus infection and slept for another two hours.

Meanwhile, current gender: "a shoebox full of memories that has been stuffed into the back of a closet, on the unwarranted assumption that it will surely be retrieved and sorted through someday." If I pulled it out right now, I honestly don't even know what the fuck I'd do with it except cry.

@anthracite FUCK. YES. DO. THIS. (even if it's work) <3 <3 <3

The sound of stunned silence on the other end, when I called Sen. McConnell's office and asked if "Vladimir is in," was delightful.

I have to hand it to that poor intern, he was the soul of politeness when he told me I must have the wrong number. And I was so chipper when I told him, "Oh, no, I'm pretty sure I don't. He must be out today. Just have Mitch let Mr. Putin know I was looking for him."

I wonder precisely how crazy we could drive them if we did this by the thousands.

@troodon Yeah, I figure when we finally break down and get a kitty, they're gonna be SO GRATEFUL that we, in the depths of our 1st-time owner cluelessness, have you and @Aradia to correct our stupid mistakes...

🐯​😾🌎🖕​

“There’s always a last everything, right? Your last pill, your last cigarette, your last sip of water… your last good kiss.” -- Nitnit, Charles Burns's Last Look

"I just feel like if I tap you on the back of the neck, a cardboard standee will topple onto the ground and I'll find a pamphlet about Og Mandino taped to the back of it."

Just had a horrible wave of nostalgia for Seattle and an unpleasant acceptance that I will probably never see it again—and if I do, for so very many reasons it will not be the place I left. In fact, I am not unlikely to go out of my way to make sure I never see Seattle again. Or if I do, to make sure no more than 4–5 people know I'm there.

I'll get by. And well, you can always come visit me.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h3rLXloy6ac