Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

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Okay, that's a bit better. *licks paw and stalks off, tailtip twitching irascibly*

Fuck Birdsite and fuck smug little activists who are just content to replace one hierarchy of Good People and Bad People with another, and don't ever lift a finger to improve their own memetic hygiene. Nothing's changing under these fucking kids except the variables. It's like Demonization Mad Libs and my patience for it is dropping faster and faster. I'm tired of freakin' kids who think frontal assaults and moral crusades actually solve any problems.

And, um, I can't get past Round 14 or so on Solitarica because of that fucking Jelly Cube? OK, these are 1st World Problems, I admit it. :) Things are okay for the moment. I just need to convince my brain that the bunch of little tiny things that are slightly broken aren't a herald of something ELSE about to break massively.

Gee, it's almost like my nervous system is still braced for utter disaster out of nowhere due to a momentary lapse, for some odd reason. >_<

Let's see, what else is there to vent about... Getting a little annoyed at the lack of cafes where I can actually *work*, between outlet availability, wifi, and NOT PUTTING BLARING SPEAKERS OVERHEAD. But that will probably improve once Peg and I get a desk set up for me.

Uh... feeling guilty because I accidentally threw out Peggy's cheese and yogurt while cleaning the fridge? That kinda sucks.

And of course, I want to smack... well, not Millennials, but some avatar of fanatical self-righteous "woke" ones. I'm seeing sentiments like "kill all cis people" passed off as ha-ha-only-serious on a regular basis, and especially given how many show full-bore Leninist sympathies, YES I AM FUCKING WORRIED ABOUT THIS. I no longer trust our side to have superior memetic hygiene or not recapitulate abusive hierarchies just by virtue of being the putative "good guys."

Actually doing pretty well today, just fending off low-grade stress from a bunch of places and it's better to talk about.

There's a tiny diagonal fissure in the LCD screen for my work laptop, aka "The World's Biggest Punchcard." It's just sitting there "fine," right on the verge between where I should and shouldn't worry about it.

And work is kinda fraught with other little opportunities to embarrass myself today, worst part about this new project. :|

Trashed a guy for posting a "DID YOU JUST ASSUME MY GENDER" meme on Reddit that mocked the appearance of what IMHO was a pretty attractive enby nerd.

It was on "imgoingtohell," basically all "feminists are ugly fat lesbo whiners" & "Mohammed was a pedo" jokes, one of the undisputed rectal pits of the Internet.

And I'm getting upvoted. Even the scum of the earth defend us, especially when we break their narrative that we're humorless.

Nah, tbh, Mr. Flibble isn't my mood at all tonight. Maybe Sifl at worst. Things are pretty chill in my new refuge. Peg is out at dance class, and I'm about to put in a late work shift that I'm not the least bit unhappy about. Probably going to watch the new Rick and Morty one more time.

I miss Enmerkar. He was like having a little Mr. Peabody mask I could strap to my face when I needed to tell someone the equivalent of "Hush now, Sherman."

Although I think what I could really use these days is my own personal Mr. Flibble.

(*plays Lassie theme* Lai-kaaaa! Oh, Lai-kaaaaa!)

When you're a mammal, dating a dragon requires a certain valor. But there's mere valor, and there's uncommon valor.

MERE VALOR: Defending your dragon girlfriend from a party of 4-6 ruthless Lawful Neutral adventurers who have convinced themselves scrapping her body for alchemical components and fencing her on the open market is a net social good.

UNCOMMON VALOR: Cleaning out your lazy-ass dragon girlfriend's refrigerator full of unknown and possibly sapient and/or vorpal new life forms.

The profusion of the Outback Pentagram meme just tells me that now, more than ever, the world needs the Principia Discordia—specifically, the passage about the "Eristic" and "Aneristic" delusions.

I know everybody's smart enough to be ha-ha-only-serious about this at most in the first place, and it's a good gag, but FFS, people, it's just connecting five random points on a map. That's EXACTLY the thing they tell you in the goddamn book not to trust. :>

And just after unleashing that huge rant about demonization on Birdland, one of the Earnest Young Furry Comrades over there, one I would probably have hastily rejected as one of the well-meaning fanatics, came back with a *beautiful*, balanced evaluation and a rewarding conversation.

I feel a little bit better about the future now. Presuming we don't all get killed, the kids might just be all right after all? ^__^

Also, if you one-star a restaurant on Yelp because you assume the last meal you ate is what gave you that case of food poisoning... I hear that cramming an entire food safety manual up your ass until it hits your brain does wonders for an upset stomach. Keep cramming until you understand what an "incubation period" is. It doesn't help that about 50% of these people are blatantly racist about it. NO, YOU DID NOT EAT RAT, ASSHOLE. >____<

I mean, I'm not going to pretend I don't have a cushy new position as a dragon familiar, or that I don't come home from that alley and BATHE in mana and other cat treats every night. But dragons do a lot of their magic in private-- it's just their way, I understand-- and even their familiars are left napping on top of the spare altar.

What the hell kind of cat am I? I've even forgotten how to hunt by myself. Maybe it's time to Tiger back up for a little while & fix that.

But I was SO GOOD. I knocked nothing off of anybody's mantelpiece on my way out. I scratched not a single ankle (at least, not after the day my tail got stepped on), and I left not a single "surprise" in anyone's shoe.

I should be good to myself a little, but you know, I don't think I would even know how at this point.

For now, to my surprise, delight, and fear, work is good enough for me. But if you see me out in the alley, maybe leave me a little food? Dry is fine.

Listen, regardless of the face on the icon, I'm ~70% cat. Whether I need to be inside or outside the house at a given moment is a very fraught issue for my people.

And after years of struggling to be in, someone's finally had the decency and decisiveness to just unambiguously put me out for the night.

But it's still hard to decide if I should immediately resume scratching the door, or just mrowl pridefully & explore the neighborhood a bit, maybe devour some small prey.

This is all emphatically not "please rearrange anything/everything in your life to accommodate me." There is no actionable solution to this right now except for me just putting my head down and improving my own situation.

I just need to make sure the subject is open and understood, and maybe warn people I'm likely to go through another hermitage period, which ain't necessarily bad for me, or everyone else.

Getting that "nose pressed against the window" feeling again, watching friends diving nose-first into the very things that dried up in my life over the last year or two.

No blame, and the last thing I want is to interfere with any of it-- well, the last thing besides pity-inclusion.

I've been dealing with it by wallowing deeper in mundane things like work-- and less mundane ones like Parallax-- and, you know, that will work just fine for now.

I'm okay-not-okay?

I keep feeling the tiniest twinge of guilt every time we make our Mumbai team have to look at a menu with beef or pork on it... >_>;;

I ESPECIALLY feel guilty about the Indian restaurant in Munich I just rated, which has an entire grilled steak section entitled, I swear to god, "Holy Cows." >__<

Okay, fuck this. Back to cheering for bird flu. I can't even deal with my own seething, parasitic monkeybrain today, much less those of fanatical leftists, less still those of fanatical rightists. This experiment is a failure, wipe out the whole lot of us, promote the raccoons and crows. :p