Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

Just a little melancholy today, mostly from some headlines and some random conservative garbage that made Reddit's front page. (Encouragingly, that's actually fairly rare these days.)

Been reading Pale Fire. It's more fun than I expected from its reputation, and is actually reminding me a lot of the British black comedies I'm into, especially Inside No. 9. There is probably a literary puzzle there, but I'm just enjoying it as a satire of a puffed-up academic narcissist.

no comment necessary, just a spot of envy

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

Also, I just used the expletive "bootynogget" in the process of cussing out a buggy Google Maps feature.

This can only be a sign that I've been spending far too much time with @anthracite. #fudgepuckler #bazzfazz #fartsausage #thingsanthysays

I... I am even more confused by birbs than I was before. http://www.independent.co.uk/news/science/woodpeckers-brain-damage-good-thing-boston-university-a8193771.html

Also, I got 100 karma on Reddit this morning just by telling a Nazi to fuck off, so I got that going for me. It wasn't even a good one-liner, I literally just told him to fuck off, so I feel like I got a small reward for being on the side of the angels. ^__^

A good couple rounds of dragon cuddles and some simulated post-atomic violence later, I am in much better shape. Peg's also got a full draft of the "red" half of the first Parallax story in, and I'm pretty excited. Currently holed up at a cafe with a caffè Americano and feeling reasonably optimistic about my future if not necessarily America's nor that of my host species.

My inner voice of suicidal ideation is basically Goth Moon Moon, and except in moments of extreme crisis or pain, the rest of my brain takes it about that seriously.

"OMG SCAREY MAUS! WE RUN INNA TRAFIK NAO K?"

"No, Brain Brain."

(Disclaimer: You, incidentally, are not boring. <3 My brain's ability to produce "interesting" is just badly out of alignment right now. It can only process the most basic, safe, and familiar raw materials... which are, apparently, Peggy, Parallax, and Nuclear Throne. :> )

It could be a lot worse, I guess. Peggy is amazing, it's a mind-blowing advancement that I actually find ANY of my own writing "safe" to reread at all, and... well, I loop on most of my NT runs now. >:D

Waves of suicidal ideation today. I'm in zero danger. I'm mostly just bored with them, as I am with everything else apparently, except Peggy, Parallax, and Nuclear Throne.

I'm going to blame the weather, but I know I'm lying.

"See? You goes in heer." #moodsnapshot https://awoo.space/media/LdGUJe3OdDJfZZgSlNo

yup :(

Don't get me wrong, I'd probably still give these 3.0-3.5 stars out of 5. They're indisputably moreish. I think I'm going to try tossing them with some exorbitant spice blend and see if they taste like food. Maybe just a whirl around in the bag with some malt vinegar, fish sauce, and garlic powder.

Today I learned Trader Joe's "Crunchy Curls" are so named because they have absolutely no other aesthetic attributes after which they could have been named.

(It still took a surprisingly heroic force of will to stop eating them. Which makes me suspect I should be kept away from styrofoam packing peanuts, too.)

It just dawned on me that my RL initials are, and have always been, NB as in "enby."

I have no idea at all what to do about it, but I still get nervous sometimes about the possibility of getting chucked in the Cis Het Male Bin by radicals. So I'm wondering if I can at least use this to get "NB" stamped on my Queer Passport.

Maybe it will fool a gatekeeper someday, just as I'm making my heroic escape. :p

1975, man.

Maybe humanity really can make progress.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-vzrgRYTC7A

Also lives Three and Four are out of historical order per https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fraidy_Cat_(TV_series) and that just makes me feel cheated -_-

While at age 42, this crappy Filmation cartoon about a superstitious cat who conjures up ghosts whenever he says a number, has a pleasant amount of WTF value.

At age 8, as a highly impressionable, fantasy-prone child with OCD, it would have been a frightening descent into a Philip K. Dickian world of math paranoia. ;___;

I still get flashes. It's a bit like synaesthesia I guess except instead of colors the numbers have ugly and awkward social pasts with me. >_>;;

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ud7lHpKBeGc

Two words: squeaky cheese.

I wanna see her make a Luna poutine.

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/26216443/