Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

started work on a potentially epic transhumanist space opera, recovered my verve and self-respect after one of the worst neurological and social bankruptcies of my life, moved in with a crusty, fussy (but adorable) old dragon princess and managed NOT to get singed, fought the good fight and drove many an ethnonationalist to frustrated silence, maybe even reclaimed a tiny sploosh of Lavavixen Mana...

you know, i'm ready. gimme a 2018, cosmic motherfuckers. hell, gimme two.

if the unicorn illuminati doesn't turn out to be canon i'm boycotting the show

(seriously, it's actually quite good so far, a little overplayed in a couple episodes -- the burritocenter humor in s08 did not do it for me -- but clearly someone gave a shit about this show, and the new Webby is kind of formidable <3 )

(i.e., "this was probably a really nice place, once, but it's a bit more than a fixer-upper at this point")

https://i.imgur.com/i4LAPql.jpg

#moodsnapshot #selfimage #2017

Oh gods, stick around for the patronizing One A Day commercial.

♫ Hey, woman, sure you look great, but you're like 28... did you take your One-A-Day *MA'AM* ♫ 😠​

"I just wish I could see any evidence that we're making any progress."

Good news, sister. I found just the thing.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ClD8Fidcd_k&feature=youtu.be&t=1m28s

Things are indeed better than they were last year, and it ain't because "the men are here." :>

What's the best way to share a large archive of fairly small files over a long-term? Dropbox? Something else? Preferably free, but I'd accept a few bucks of month?

I'm looking at the size of my Trump-era news scrapbook and thinking I'll never have the time to sort through it myself, but I'd like to make it available for others. But it's about a gig by now... O_o

Help me out and I'll throw in my entire postfurry smut archive. >:D

So, someone on Reddit posted a really tacky, but not virulent or anything, joke about a transgender sex worker in Las Vegas, and I was braced to go to war for us in the comments...

And instead, they're mostly arguing about the cost of SRS and pointing out that the woman in the joke could have easily afforded it at her rates. They're even pointing out, "Um, what if she didn't _want_ SRS!?"

I think we are slowly, slowly turning the tide.

But if you want a picture of the future, imagine a dragon in dominatrix gear, cruelly kicking a fat zebra all the way down the street to the Y... every day... forever.

;___;

I... I was doing so well. Seven days so far at an Italian family holiday. I'd managed not to eat more than two meals a day, without a second helping of anything. Total cookie count: 8.

And then Mom got me a bag of miniature torrone and made manicotti for Christmas dinner.

All progress lost.

But not to worry, @anthracite​-- I can still make it up, if I just don't eat until the 29th... ;_;

The one potential serious hitch: my estranged stepsister-in-law. (You can already guess about how close that makes me to her.) She had a falling out with my mom, and honest to god, I don't know whose fault it was. (Mom is great, but she *does* have a tendency to just suddenly form a grudge out of nowhere.) This is the first one of our holidays she's attended in five years, and... yeah, if they both get started again, I'm just gonna hide upstairs and eat my torrone in peace 'cause IDGAF. :p

Christmas haul: mostly leftist non-fiction, kitchen gadgets (small ones, @anthracite​, don't panic :) ), and Italian candy.

Not bad at all.

Mom finally had a good long cry over my late uncle. I was wondering when that would come.

Pretty low-key and cheerful otherwise. Parents being v. gracious about accepting it's still 8 am as far as my left-coast brain is concerned. Back to bed.

This is probably *not* going to be the best day of my life. I love my parents and we get along well, but that's what I moved out of Ohio for, for fuck's sake.

Still, I survived a dreadful year and start the new one with a hope that the tides are turning. I've had my faith in my friends, and nearly in myself, restored. And I'm actually a bit excited to see what gets happened next.

Or maybe I'll get hit by a bus. #obligatorycynicism :) Still. This is admitted a quite beautiful morning.

Woke up at 3 am to Fred Armisen's Talking Heads parody band from Documentary Now!, singing the lyrics "I'm having the best day of my life, this is my street, this is my street." I am looking out over my childhood neighborhood, which is blanketed in snow & colored, motorized lights.

Christmas starts in 3 hours, with an implicit and long-traditional threat that if I am not up by then, my parents will awaken me with a deliberately off-key rendition of "You Picked a Fine Time to Leave Me, Lucille."

Hulu has posted a holiday video that is nothing but a bunch of puppies totally destroying a Christmas-themed set over the course of a half-hour, and it's the best low-effort television I've ever seen, not to mention the only Xmas special that's ever had a theme I've liked. :D

My 15-year-old nephew was goofing around with his siblings and I could have sworn he blurted out "SMOKE TREES!" out of nowhere.

I... may have to have a chat with the little tyke. About parental opsec, if nothing else. :)

I always wanted to cast Enmerkar in some kind of low-fantasy Coen-brothers fiasco, where his lair is suddenly invaded by greedy adventurers while he's innocently reading and stoned out of his mind, and he has to improvise a defense out of half-remembered bits of arcana and an acid-breath weapon that has deteriorated to the "mild vinaigrette spray" level due to disuse and disinterest.

Not enough stories with innocent, put-upon dragon protagonists just trying to live their lives!

I miss Enmerkar!

For those who missed out, he was one of my Birbsite identities, a dragon hatched by monks from an egg found in the Rare Items Collection of Jorge Luis Borges's Library of Babel.

He's a chimeric "halfsider," two different shades of brown split down the middle, a magical slacker whose personality is half Ludwig Von Drake and half Jeff "The Dude" Lebowski.

Amazing, free e-book of medical curiosities from the NIH!

https://collections.nlm.nih.gov/ext/pub/HIDDENTREASURE_NLM_BlastBooks.pdf

Which is why I repeat the question: why punch the rank and file and risk playing into their narrative, when they're so gloriously, temptingly emotionally fragile? No, you use your WORDS on the little ones. Save your fists for the ones actively threatening people, and your bullets for their ringleaders (and don't get caught).

Oh, and if you ever capture Andrew "weev" Aurenheimer somehow, it's categorically okay to torture him a little bit first. -_-