Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

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So this is basically what happens to you if you let theory take over your brain: you start arguing that humans should go extinct because we can't secure consent to be conceived from babies.

Overly Online Young Queer Activists, please please please take note. Because you're already so fucking close to this point on the slope.

(Mom's doing great, I'm mentioning her in the past tense 'cause she's retired. :> )

Working on the training queue today. This is a part of my job that really makes me feel like I might have been a good teacher, and as the child of a beloved and respected public schoolteacher, a true educator who really cared about her craft, that makes me really proud.

Yay, Artemus was there to greet us when we got home from the cafe! She'd been AWOL at breakfast this morning and now that this is resolved, every short-term anxiety source is crossed off my watchlist. Missed you, little supervillain. <3

This is it.

The hateful one.

My arch-enemy.

This is the bastard in the mirror.

This is why I'm so messed up.

I'm sorry this is all I am.

Please, no replies. I'm serious. ESPECIALLY not positive ones. I don't want to think about this any further.

I don't even know why I needed to do this.

*notches belt*

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A full recording of the message I just left on Lauren Boebert's answering machine:

https://sndup.net/xr6p/

(Apologies to the Kipper Kids.)

I guess if any of the above has any RL connotations, it's just that I'm not much of a "joiner" in general. I have a long, long history of seeing a Big Uniform Social Group like that and needing to be very noisily right on the margins of it-- playing off of it but also the fact I'm NOT a real part of it.

(e.g. I took great pride in the fact my college pagan association considered me the "harbinger of Eris" because rituals I was invited to had a habit of going distastrously right and annoying the piss out of the uptight Gardnerian who ran them.)

What can I say. I'm a cat. Show me a fence and I'll try to sit on it and yowl. And no boot has ever hit me. ​

New headcanon: my Mad Raccoon, Kirschi, cheerfully does business with the Korps but refers to them as "pinkeyes" or having "caught The Conjunctivitis" behind their backs and has quietly sabotaged a few friends' RCGs (and maybe replaced some of the 'ware with their own-- nobody said they were a saint).

[This is a purely in-character sentiment. Kirschi is a procyonid and let's face it thus kind of a jerk, so this is totally appropriate behavior for them. :) ]

Hahaha, you know what the absolutely #1 thing I love about this place is, aside from the actual company?

The sheer hilarity of some Guy Who Loves Logic And Reason type thinking he can come lawyer an admin into reversing a decision because It's The Objectively Moral Thing To Do...

...contrasted with the actual truth that this is fucking Masto, and the only justification an admin needs to block your silly ass-- and the instance that spawned it-- is mild annoyance at you.

It's an anarcho-monarchy, motherfucker. I thought you loved that libertarian shit. That's what real freedom looks like-- and it includes the freedom to tell your dumb incel-talkin' Gab-defendin' furry ass to shut the fuck up and get off our lawn.

Oops.

Looked at the fed timeline.

Does anyone know a good non-abrasive color-safe detergent that gets out Discourse?

I just felt this CHILL of the ambient emotional age dropping by three decades.

sitting here stoned, giggly, and bouncing around singing "come on ride the poot chute... denied it... supplied it..." to https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D53M1vVF2N4

Daydreaming of the alternate universe where Parallax actually got picked up as a series after that Nickelodeon contest we originally wrote it up for.

This would have been my pick for the ending credits for Chapter One of the Mixolyne side.

You'll see why, if we ever get the damn thing finished.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AslPYSm7jfg

It seems like more of my queer furry friends are severely depressed and unhappy with their lives these days than not. Pretty much none of the promise of what we were attempting 20 years ago came through, or at least that's how it feels sometimes.

If nothing else, it means that when I finally get back to Seattle, we are in a PERFECT position to have our own The Big Chill/Return of the Secaucus 7* situation.

And I'll be perfectly honest, I've always wanted one of those.

* two 1980s films about groups of former flower children who reunite as lost, jaded, and cynical yuppies

Those Who Walked Away From Omelas But Drive Back a Couple Times a Month Just For That One Ice Cream Shop Because I Mean Yeah Fuck Omelas But Have You Tried Their Lemon Drooz?

Deelie Stan

OK, apparently I don't need laser surgery after all. I guess the retinal tear was a false positive?

Just my periodic reminder. In case you've forgotten who you're dealing with* here. 🐯​❤️​