Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

yes you can 💚​

as recently as age 35 i was still convinced love will save us all but here and now i'm pretty sure that what i was thinking of is "sarcasm."

so i read this book when i was in college about the foundation of the Liberation News Service in the 1960s, basically the Associated Press for leftist hippies

(link: https://www.goodreads.com/en/book/show/380574.Famous_Long_Ago)

and i mean, the author Ray Mungo's movement failed in the way that all the boomers kinda failed and he was kind of a privileged sexist dick, but he coined a distinction that has been very influential to me

he talked about two factions that formed in the LNS.

first was the "virtuous caucus": he and his DC-area flower-child buddies who were content to drop acid and daydream on their office roof and maybe occasionally put out news.

the other was the "vulgar marxists": their spin-off office in NYC which turned into a bunch of steely-eyed tankies--- the sort of kids who literally thought they were "seizing the means of production" in some meaningful way by going to DC and taking their sister-office's presses at gunpoint for--- literally and in these words FFS-- not being "sufficiently doctrinaire" about the Revolution.

and that's when i pretty much decided i wanted to be in with the virtuous caucus, delusional though we ourselves can be.

and i really didn't like the vulgar marxists any more than i liked all the OTHER steely-eyed grayface puritan oppressors.

Okay, that's it.

Mastosphere, make a saving throw against subtoots.

We *will* get Sugarfoot to the vet. She's probably just got a little mite infestation. She will be fine.

I *will* get my left ear fixed. I'm on antibiotics, I'm following the instructions, and I see the ENT on Monday. The day I stop suffering is coming soon.

We *will* be financially okay, even if the above are a bit pricey. I have nearly $850 in ready savings and Peg's Patreon is doing better than ever. (JOIN US! https://www.patreon.com/egypturnash)

I am really *good* at my job and even if my boss figures out I'm behind on hours, he appreciates my efforts and knows it's a rough year. My work quality and a clear plan for improvement *will* save my ass.

I *can* afford a goddamn pizza. I'm... I'm buying a goddamn pizza.

i can't even begin to understand what kind of big brain would lead a Biden supporter to see a list of famous American socialists including Albert Einstein, Helen Keller, and the author of the Pledge of Allegiance... assume it's coming from a Republican.. and attack it as some kind of "Trump won" rant.

okay, i can, but maybe this is a sign that we all, including me, need to take a deep breath, get away from Twitter for a long time, and think about what it's doing to our brains

or maybe i'll just relax and indulge in the fundamental attribution error just this once and assume he's a dumbass

FUN FACT: Due to a mild brain injury during my premature birth, I see little white sans-serif numbers floating over all of your heads.

Every time you post a meme, that number goes down by one. It's like Infinity Train, except for the slow demise of our culture. ^______________^

oh look it's my time in seattle except i was in my mid-30s

yay

oh did i mention my stepsister became an antivaxxer? 🙃​🙃​🙃​🙃

it's fine, we've never been close, and my parents are both vaccinated and kind of irritated at her-- they even banned her from family functions recently because THE DIPSHIT TESTED POSITIVE-- so it's fine

this is cold, but worst-case scenario, if she really wants to die for a bad cause, it's one less person to split the inheritance with. i already lost the stepsibling I LIKED. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

*sigh*

Yay, 3rd ear infection in 2 months.

Hating life right now TBH. >_< Gonna be low-energy and low-whimsy for a while.

(S E A S O N 8 S P O I L E R :

F R Y H A S S E C R E T L Y B E E N Y A N C Y J R . A L L A L O N G)

What, you're not looking forward to the Dark Reimagining that's coming to Netflix in 3022? It's great, it's going to bigger than the new Riverdale, the new Powerpuffs, and the new Teletubbies combined!

Leela's seven feet tall and eats lizards! Fry has a gun! Zoidberg's got a mohawk and his hormones work right! Washbucket is a lead character and she's human! Seymour's fine... and he's a rottweiler! The trailer has a slowed-down sadcore cover of "Walking On Sunshine!"

I just got really stoned, cold slid into the premiere of an Omega Mart ad on Youtube, and started spamming improvisational cyphertext for an (as yet) wholly non-existent ARG into the chat.

That was fun. I haven't felt this much like *me* in ages. :D I figure there's a 99.998% chance everybody quite understandably shrugged it off and nobody will look for meaning in the "random" I Ching glyphs I was using to spell out "DRINK THE ORANGE PRODUCT." 😇​

It's cadet-level Operation Mindfuck stuff at best, nothing I delude myself is clever or meaningful. But it was still really fun to do SOMETHING, ANYTHING interesting in what was frankly an infinite-noise zero-signal context before that. (One user was literally just saying "simp" over and over...) It didn't take up much space, nor time, nor distract anyone from anything enjoyable.

And on that 0.002% chance I wake up tomorrow and Reddit's full of "OH MY GOD IS OMEGA MART DOING AN ARG I'M SO EXCITED," hey, I've got my resume prepared... 🐯​

three totally unrelated social media threads this morning have involved fish and dammit it how much of this is a tigress supposed to take

feed me

I just realized my real name anagrams to "Zen in a brick," and I am disproportionately happy about this. That's a pretty good summary of my social goals.

I've gotten to the point where I don't really recognize my work personality from my real personality or my online personality.

And I've also gotten to the point where I very distinctly like the work me better than any other me. For the first time in my life, I'm less afraid of breaking a major social norm or embarrassing myself at work than I am... say... here. Or at a con.

And that scares the fuck out of me.

It's quite clear by now that I've never really healed from the guilt and damage left over from Transliminal Station exploding. The pariah feels are still horrible, and still consistently keeping me from reaching out.

I've been using the lockdown as an excuse to put off therapy, but it's probably the only thing left to do.

Meh. Not looking forward to opening The Pain Vaults to a stranger.

The most fundamental and defining (if not necessarily unique) human emotion is the capacity for grievance over purely symbolic affronts.