Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

OK, Dawn, what is your obsession with the Three of Cups lately? Life ain't so bad at all today, but last I counted there were only two of us, me and Peggy.

Your mom, me, and Parallax makes three? ;p No, surely Parallax would have to count for at LEAST two.

Heh. I'd been getting cold feet about Parallax again, and then looking at you reminded me, Dawn: last time I got these jitters about one of Peg's projects, well, it was YOU. Guess you turned out all right, so...

TOGETHER: WE CAN MAKE IT HAPPEN!

#ActGloballyChopLocally
#TimEymansNeckJuiceCouldFeedThousands

This has been a rough week, but it's been less rough than many people's. Kitchen is still torn apartment, no sign of any contractors, and Peg and I are starting to stress out over it pretty badly.

OTOH, we scavenged a free bookshelf from the YMCA up the street, so we got that goin' for us, which is nice. (Actually, it really is. We REALLY needed a bookshelf.)

Also, I can breathe again after a minor bout of bronchitis, probably from the plaster dust and paint fumes. I like oxygen.

What's the easiest, fastest, cheapest way to share a large number (~500) of NSFW images with a large group of people? Preferably a simple one with a minimum of walled-garden and BS "social media" trappings.

I was thinking of giving the Dionysian Scream tumblr a huge update, but I'd really love to find a less annoying platform for these. And I don't know how You Kids These Days share images.

I've spent the morning reading, separately, about humans and about invasive flatworm species.

I think I'd rather have the flatworms, honestly. No platyhelminth has ever lied to me, made another platyhelminth fund their own cancer treatment, nor advocated for a flatworm-only ethnostate.

My mood remains drastically improved, so I'm going to punish you all for your kindness with one of the most cerebral, pretentious, overcomplicated songs in the history of rock and roll. (And one of my favorite things ever. You have my permission to skip past the drum solo right to the "good part" at 2:23.)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aDQE82ElyJg

Don't forget to write Texas Lt. Gov. Dan Patrick and thank him for his principled stand against doors, since apparently that's what was REALLY to blame for the latest shootings.

Or, you know, walk right up to him and fire six rounds into his forehead, if you're into the whole "karmic justice" thing. I no longer give a fuck if these people live or die.

Have YOU chilled the lion today?

https://codepen.io/Yakudoo/pen/YXxmYR

#freetherapy
#nextbestthingtozombocom
#didimentionKITTY

(Supplementary Figure 1, "The Voice of Binky":)

Dawn Sr., I don't know WTF you're trying to tell me, but I really don't like the look of that Void or the 10S. You'd... tell me if something terrible were about to happen, right?

I'm going to take those both as cautionary tales: neither hiding out and becoming a Comics Hermit nor actively trying to patch things up is going to end well. Looks like your advice is just "do a whole bunch of reckless stuff" and... I don't know if I'm ready to Heed The Voice Of Binky.

#silicondawn #tarot

THIS MORE LIKE IT YAY HEADFONE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I1l1c69L2nQ

WAIT, NO

CAT BEEN GOOD

SO GOOD

SO NICE IN CAFE TO HUMANS

NOT EAT NOBODY

EVEN TRY BE NICE TO CRAZY FOOD ANIMALS

WHY YOU PUNISH CAT WITH TRACY CHAPMAN

#moodsnapshot

"Okay. This is perfect. Right here. I'm just gonna stay right here for a while. And you're gonna stay over there and not get eaten, and we're all gonna have a good day, okay?"

Jesus, that was a grueling conversation, but grueling like a nice slow walk through a car wash after six months trapped in a tar pit.

MVP credit to @Aradia@mastodon.social, who almost single-handedly rescued me from that tar pit today and even had a dry towel waiting after the Tiger Rinse.

Got what I wanted: enough actual information about Buni and Keet's condition to rebuild a good solid emotional fortress. I can muster a little detached love and compassion there... from a nice safe distance.

I am making a judicious and democratic decision to ignore the gaping reopened wounds in my heart and just put my fucking head down and write my fucking comic on the off chance I can wrangle a fucking future out of it somehow.

A web comic. I'm pinning all my fucking hopes on a webcomic. I guess that's less dumb than pinning my hopes on a community of furries, but yeah, now that I look closed at it, it doesn't sound like much of a plan, does it.

In protest of the Equestrian Hegemony's onerous and culturally insensitive "daylight savings" laws, Mother and I have formally declared that morning in all changeling-inhabited territory (i.e. "all territory") will begin when the last changeling wakes up. Night will begin when the last changeling has had enough of the Equestrians' sanctimonious BS and goes the fuck to bed.

For example, the time is now 17:39. Good night, Equestria.

(*hides her ACTUAL last card, "So Long, Suckers," up her sleeve because we wouldn't want to ruin any surprises*)

See that last boost?

That is my last hope. I have ONE playable fucking card in hand, but it's the "Your Partner Is A Fucking Genius" card and it's a UR holofoil.

I didn't sign on to play a strategy puzzle, but you know, I think I still might be able to win this one with or without any other resources on the table.

(The plushyote stunt double would of COURSE be given proper safety equipment and an on-staff doctor from Médecins Sans Squelettes, as well as an imaginary Craft Services table. I may be a savage bloodthirsty predator who can't even tell my friends from my enemies and will surely live out the rest of her days in exile in some Jovian Zoo For The Criminally Bitey... but I'm not a monster.

Or you could just kill me and save everyone the trouble.)

I feel burnt out, forgotten, superfluous, unsafe at any speed, uncomfortable among my own remaining friends and their politics, and terrified for having placed my lone remaining egg in the Parallax basket.

For related reasons, I also feel like hiring a trained coyote stunt plush, hanging a sign around their neck saying "The Actual God Coyote," and then gently tethering them to the ceiling for multi-hour use as a Nerf bat piñata. Fuck You for being right about EVERYTHING, Divine Asshole.