Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

lewd; pfaf

I took what could have been a perfectly healthy pound of super-firm tofu and created a sour, sweet, bright-red chili nightmare that still makes my tongue smart a hour later. And I'm very pleased with myself.

(Crumble tofu. Season with pepper, garlic, salt, cumin, coriander. Mix with crushed peanuts, macadamias, and/or fried jalapenos. Bake 10 min@400°. Mix in descending order: soy sauce, honey, chili paste [sambal oelek], sesame oil, lime juice, fish sauce, Worcester. Add; bake.)

Somebody's "chicken and waffles" school lunch. Aren't you glad you're a putative grown-up like me, and get to eat whatever the fuck you want?

Honestly, though, I could probably salvage this. I could make something that resembled this, only it would be food. Just get me a waffle iron, a deep fryer, and the wandering soul of Kenny Shopsin.

that's a really enviable box, plus i wanna be made mostly from european pork bellies too =-.-=

#felinethings

Pondering all the Goodfellas conceits of S6E7, and VB's recurring theme of its characters admitting the hero/villain game is a silly pursuit, for arrested adolescents who can't do anything else.

Really, what they do isn't so different from what mafiosi, celebrities, financiers, and politicians do, and I suspect Doc and Jackson damn well know that. These are all laughably stylized, unreal worlds.

Moral: do what you love, because there's no such thing as adults.

Somebody entered the cafe reeking of Halloween candy, and I am now paralyzed by nostalgia.

Olfactory memory is weird. The scent of candy corn brings my late father back. The scent of air conditioner fluid turns Florida back into an inviting, friendly place. (Formative ice cream parlor. Long story.) The scent of cloves makes me 19 and agonizingly insecure. Maybe someday I'll order an espresso at some NOLA cafe and twitch, because I'll be here & now again.

Been doing a lot of processing about The Past Year this week. I think it's mostly been in a healthy direction, finally figuring out a path forward for myself and owning some of the ways I've fucked things up.

Otherwise, it's mostly been good-boring. @anthracite and I are still poking at Parallax. It's slow but still exciting. And things are settling back to normal at work-- looks like not much is changing for our team right now, at least.

Enjoying the relative calm, mostly.

PSA: Awoo is being slow and flaky for me today, so any weird follows or unfollows you get from me are purely a misclicky technical glitch, not some coded message or something!

People's user pages are being slow to load, so people I should have friended keep showing up as unfriended, and I keep accidentally unclicking y'all during the wait. =^___^;=

tbh everything positive jesus ever did for me has been replaced and improved on by reggie watts

for example:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vO1CCXXMzBI

Serious question: how much of a pain in the ass is it to read multiple accounts from the same person here? I've been getting the urge to split this into a low-maintenance "social" account and a more frank "self-repair" journal.

I get the impression the answer is "not much of a pain," since all you really have to do on Masto is follow a notification and click on something, but I wanted to ask around before I started handing deputy badges out to my subpersonas. ^_^;;

I... I think I have to try and watch this.

https://film.avclub.com/meet-the-dawnseeker-the-dumbest-alien-you-ll-meet-in-2-1829019300

https://youtu.be/e008jxkAQ-4

#pfaf

I got to coin the term "eigenhick*" for a Reddit argument and I'm very pleased about that. :)

*hypothetical redneck who simultaneously lives in all Southern states at once

Yup.

I mean, if we must, I might as well flaunt what Bast gave me...

TODAY ON ISOPOD RED PILL NEWS

NATURE IS SENDING TRANSGENDER LOLITA BUGS TO STEAL YOUR WOMEN

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paracerceis_sculpta

#pfaf

Any number of things I could complain about or pick on myself for... but mostly, tonight I'm just filled with this warm sense of "the kids are alright." Obviously *something* of the dream has lived on, and I'm genuinely kinda relieved and glad that my spiritual descendants are nicer people than I am. =^__^=

My current supply of cannabis has an enormous derpy husky on it and I find this very comforting.

Had a dream that I was visiting a friend, and Keet was at the kitchen table scowling at me silently when I left. I told her off good and hard. I felt a lot better after I did so, though maybe I would have felt better still if I'd told her both that *and* I'm sorry.

I dunno. I'm very conflicted about how cathartic that was, but better is better and, you know, dreams are dreams. I'm gonna take it and move on and try to have a reasonably cheerful day.