Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

On a similar note, I only recently discovered the phenomenon of the "Gaff Deck." They're basically decks of "broken," distorted, and strangely altered cards for use by stage magicians.

This tickles my brain really hard. It hits two of my major obsessions: playing cards and broken symbolic systems.

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

Huh. I didn't even know this alternative set of trumps existed (though I bet Peggy did).

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tarot_Nouveau#Trumps

NVM my LRT. Our freakin' LANGUAGE needs better terms for vital emotions. Emotions like "you drive me to madness and we have so many things we disagree on, but I still care about you and if you had a body to bury at 3 am I'd still turn up with a shovel, even if some of the ways we've both changed really scare the shit out of me sometimes."

Dunno about you, but that's a REAL common emotion for curmudgeonly little me. :) All curmudgeons are secret romantics. But you lot probably already knew that.

I am listening to a bunch of twenty-somethings have a REALLY intense conversation about cribbage strategy and I can not possibly be in the "right" dimension.

I'm gonna just check real quick to see if ______ _____ is still _________ here, and if he's not... well, you guys have fun on Earth-Prime. I'm gonna stay here on Earth-J♠.

(exhibit A: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/25089652/

It's actually hellaciously cute and well-done, but... yeah. So many questions. :) )

Once again, I have found a piece of artwork that raises a very salient question:

Who the hell is funding all these mad-science TF labs? Why don't we ever see any consumer spinoffs?!

Not that I can say much, since canonically this zebra character is the plaything of International Cartoon Sex Toy Magnate, Pushy Garnet.

Also, there are a bunch of people about 10-15 years my junior excited playing Cribbage on our train car. Somehow this warms my heart and ameliorates my fear that The Nice Things Are Going Away.

I really am trying to save people from the brunt of this. It's... it's bad in here right now.

On the other hand, I no longer have a whopping headache, Human Earth Money Job is in GREAT shape, our trip was the pleasant kind of boring, and the view from this train window is gorgeous.

Oh, and there's gonna be a new Good Place tonight. Simple pleasures, I guess. Good Place actually resonates with my situation in a lot of ways. More on that later. Watch the show, it's pretty good.

(which is all my little self-satirical way of saying, yeah, I know I've been really bitter and cranky and reclusive lately. You have all been very kind and patient, and we eagerly anticipate recuperating enough to be able to rejoin civilized, convivial company within the next 50-80 years. :p )

And YOU! With that... breathing in and out you do. And the way you move your lips when you eat food. God, and those WORDS you say. And those little floppy gestures you make with those awful fingers. And those CLOTHES you're always wearing.

Okay, just *maybe* this alienation is more a function of my mood and poor self-care than any actual deep-seated flaw in other people. *blush*

But you've still got this THING between your front teeth and it drives me bugfuck. XD

I swear to god the first person who tries to make me have to care about whatever the fuck petty little shit is going on between petty little Mastodon instances will feel the back of my hoof.

I really don't give a fuck anymore what the Queer Hatfields and the Queer McCoys have against each other anymore.

I'm really starting to feel I'm not part of either family and need to move out of Queer Valley pretty damn pronto.

How I envy this Freckles.

https://katraccoon.com/comics/behind-the-gifs/fox-be-trippin%E2%80%99

Katraccoon is the last pure thing on this sullied, decaying, hateful ball of entropic chattering biomass.

https://katraccoon.com/comics/behind-the-gifs/needs

https://i.imgur.com/m1oCWGg.jpg

#moodsnapshot

Portland has been a darling little microcosm of everything good and bad in my life, the best of which being that Crazy Goddamn Dragon.

We did NOTHING except for go to Powell's, eat, and sleep. I didn't even make it out to the food trucks (which mostly turned out to be fare I could have in Seattle anyhow, seated, in a place with a roof). It was awesome. :D

I also did a lot of thinking, good and bad, about what awaits me in Seattle. Everything still feels really... entropic right now.

Sink
Mornington Crescent
Go Johnny Go Go Go Go
The Show! Stupid Home Edition
Cripple Mr. Onion

It's okay. I'll be fine. I am across the street from food truck elysium. I have the means, money, and will to convert calories into a renewed sense of belonging and personal fulfillment. :p

I should never have read Birdsite, or this site, this morning. Just one more reminder of why I don't believe there's any such thing as a safe space.

How do you ask for a content warning on the very thing people came somewhere to discuss? It's fascinating to consider what you're allowed to ask people not to dwell on in front of you, because it's exceptionally painful for you, and what you're not.