Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

wacky races but every team represents a religious pantheon

they race across an impossible phantasmagoric landscape at the behest of a sinister prime mover

grand prize is the contract for soul harvest (and implicitly, objective reality in human world) for all time

played part for laughs, part as profound metaphysics inspired by ws burroughs' stories about egyptian souls

anubis has a muttley laugh

jesus strangely resembles burt reynolds; john the b just like dom deluise

Okay. Holy fuck. Looks like my faith in the guy was TOTALLY misplaced...

http://blog.cleveland.com/metro/2010/01/former_medina_county_public_de.html

Jesus H. Christ in a chicken basket. I take back everything good I ever said about you, you hypocritical piece of shit. I just feel REALLY sorry for your ex-wife and daughter.

Shiiiiiiit.

Heh. Main takeaways are "good riddance" and "oh, nvm, guess it wasn't your heart, just your lack thereof."

Goodbye, Sean, you pompous well-meaning old tory son of a bitch. You were an instrumental part of my maturing process, even if only as a negative example, and I'm almost sorry I never learned to tie a tie properly like you so desperately wanted for me. :)

Also, I'm a little frosted about this one because he was one of those aristocratic old sons of bitches who was prime "Never Trump" material and might have been at least been a useful idiot, the sort Joseph Heller referred to so insightfully as "smart but dopey."

He had a wife and daughter, too. Triggers the fuck out of my one and only fear of death, which is leaving the people I care about in the lurch. :|

He was a pretty big guy, and by that I mean fat. Time to start exercising.

Huh.

Some random right-wing idiot on Reddit reminded me of one of the right-wing idiots in my (extremely geeky, politically diverse) college fraternity. And I wondered what had become of him. So I looked up his name and our alma mater.

He's dead. Guess that answers my question. My current age, 42, back in 2010. No cause listed.

I honestly don't know how to feel about this. He was awfully patronizing to me, but he was still my brother in a sense and I know he *tried* to be kind.

I like the way this woman and her therapist think: https://awoo.space/media/DJJ1Cpbt8_2Nshuf1x4

It's like, okay, I get inert and listless for long periods of time. And there are probably more things I could have done by now to correct it. But something is undoubtedly also neurohormonally fucked with me... and if it's a "character flaw," how come it goes away with a couple cups of coffee and totally reverses on adderall?! -_-

also seriously we should get a round of friends-only armello going sometime, and i swear i'm not saying that because of any unusual skill or success with griotte whatsoever

*hides cleaver between her cleavage and gives you a red-stained bucktoothed smile*

(cosmos: "oh all right then should we set it on Expert for you? new year+?"

me: "nope nope nope nope nope nope" *goes frantically searching for strategy guides*)

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.