Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

I think a character is starting to form for that gorgeous bright green Guinea turaco bird I posted earlier. It's been ages since I've tried to play a villain.

So, imagine a 22nd century where Our Side predictably beats Our Enemies into embracing neurogenetic hacking, finally giving us a hugely decisive and exploitable power advantage. Pure Juanita-from-Snow-Crash brainwitch power.

Then imagine that the worst possible self-righteous jerk on Our Side dabbles in that technology.

That's Mayté.

Also, I think I've decided my canonical dogsona would basically be this old critter with a huge unwieldy rack of moose antlers attached.

He causes a lot of damage when overexcited, and has to put more presence of mind into going through doors than he really has.

He's a clever boy, but mostly in ways that get him into trouble. He doesn't know any tricks. I think I'm recycling my little-used basselope persona's name "Wormwood" for him.

https://awoo.space/media/zUlPTn7_mW2DubTxJYA

Well, I think I'm all set for my next furry cyberpunk character. Attach some LEDs to the ends of those things and bob's your uncle. https://awoo.space/media/50B1v9C3IShCNN1UHDg

I was writing my to-do list for the move, and originally just wrote "clean under bed." Well, the item just before it started with "clean." I wanted a different word so it'd stand out. And the "Underbed" reminded me of the plushies.

And I didn't want to say something grim like "cleanse the Underbed" or "raze the Underbed."

So I smiled triumphantly and typed "*decolonize* the Underbed."

(cc: @acetone_kitten <3 )

So, of course, I'm moving out of my place shortly. It's fine, I'll be okay. The important thing is, I have to clean up the area under my bed.

Well, for the last year or two, I've been referring to this in my personal headcanon as "The Underbed," a mysterious region that my plushies were exploring in cautious little pulp-adventure expeditions. (read: "tumbling down the crack between the bed and the wall and getting stuck there").

(con't)

I just beat Enter The Gungeon (well, the main boss, anyway) with a loadout centered around balloons and bees.

This is why I still enjoy gaming.

So apparently that bag of meme-spattered potato chips I posted is from a Danish company. So I think it might be less a case of The Money Humans Just Not Getting It, more of a culture-shock effect reminiscent of this:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ylz-uUIBuqY

This is what happens when the business humans find out about your subculture.

http://imgur.com/g7Y6UDO

I'm just kinda proud of Reddit comment. Didn't smart off, didn't march in with a Badge of Enemy Affiliation, just walked up and told him why I didn't think his point was too good.

This is what I mean when I say that work's been a good influence. It's been great training in detaching myself from annoyance, and focusing on the real topic. Can't always pull it off, but I can feel the persuasive power it offers me and I want it real bad.

https://awoo.space/media/zDlbI3yXdkzH_arWNHs

Today's personal crusade: teaching a stubborn algorithm that "food type: Natural/Healthy" is not a good category fit for any American diner worth two shits. :)

Oh god, this one is so Ur-Kink too. I had SUCH A THING for the euphoriant-breathing faerie dragons from AD&D.

https://twitter.com/JanusMK1/status/884921864119881729

God, I tried watching Dazed and Confused in the background while I worked, since it's one of the few Linklater films I haven't seen.

I just couldn't. I can not be bothered to give a fuck about these swaggering horny adolescent boys for another moment.

I have absolutely no reason to give a fuck what these people want anymore, and no nostalgia at all for a world where their frustrated desires were the center of the world.

I just had to rate a topless sports bar called "Dames and Games," and goddammit, I think I'm gonna bill my employers for the hour and a half long shower and eyewash I have to take just from interacting with that site. Gross, gross, gross, burn it to the ground.

Aaaaand new project-- the one I really enjoyed, gave me a lot of flexibility, and sounds suspiciously like low-level management on a resume-- is becoming one of my permanent duties, and boss-in-law seems pretty damn happy to be rid of it.

Yeah, I'm just gonna take job stability off my list of worries completely for a while.

I guess I've just been exposed to so much of the *crazy* lately. I think it's easy to forget that this is an explicit tactic of cultural warfare, amplifying a very small signal, and we're living in an era where it's suddenly very, very easy to do that.

I really think we're going to be okay. Well, okay, at least we're ultimately going to win against the alt-right, who probably don't actually have all that much sustainable power, especially as badly as the Trump administration is blowing it.

I had a moment of "innocent" snark on Twitter lead to a lecture on positivity from an Earnest Discordian Type... and you know, it was kind of awesome. We had a lovely conversation about the state of the world, and how people from thirty years ago would've really viewed us. Probably with envy, I have to admit, based on what I remember about what was possible back then. I still insist something ugly's been dialed up recently, but maybe it can be dialed back down just as easily. *shrug*

Just a quick perspective:

If The Revolution were to happen tomorrow, and we all got our basic universal income and neat pleather jumpsuits...

...and somebody were to ask me to volunteer to work 20 hours a week, for an open-source non-profit geographical software initiative, For The Good Of Society, doing essentially the same work I do now...

I'd say yes. In an instant. No question. People *like* doing work that has an actual purpose.

I want to be remembered as the sort who people looked upon and thought, "Wow. They failed with such grace and skill, for a moment there, I could've sworn they'd succeeded."

I guess what I'm saying, translated into awoo.space terms, is... maybe I've got more of a canid streak than I'd been willing to admit. :p Some part of me is always very... Dog 911 about my emotions. "THE BALL IS GONE FOREVER! YOU ARE DOOMED! OMG!"

I should probably do something to explore that. Like I said, it's just a streak. Most of me is feline, happily solitary, and an agreeable-enough mix of independent and lazy.

But the inner clingy border collie is in here. :9~~~

There's this part of me that's always lonely whenever there aren't people around. There's this sense of abandonment, as if somehow I'd earned it by some failure. I think that was probably a bit contributor to what failed at Station Beta. Something had always spiked my social anxiety something fierce there, and it was nobody's fault.

I even managed to keep under wraps 95% of the time. It was just a little wisp of sadness. But I have to confront and deal with it.