Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

Got some odd glimmers of hope today about the ongoing stress. That was pretty good, and it's been a decent little day all around.

Just gotta get one little work marathon out of the way, and then it's an 11-day weekend. (3 will be spent helping Peg at her Norwescon dealer's table, but I'm kinda looking forward to it!)

And I have fake pozole in the slow cooker, so I got that goin' for me too. =^_^=

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Huh! That's kind of neat.

I just found out my job's personal leave policy is just a hair short of "meh whatevs." As long as I have hours saved up and there are no major deadlines coming up, there's just a widget on the VPN where I enter my hours and my boss most likely rubber-stamps them.

This means I can help Peg at her Norwescon table and have a full week to recuperate! That's pretty awesome. It also means I now have to finish my last 8 evals in 3 days, but I'll take it...

And in the event anyone but my own critical inner voice was asking: yes, I intend to get back into therapy... but I want to give you such a pinch for saying it. ;p

I think what I really need right now, on a therapeutic level, is a zero-calorie prescription cheesecake that tastes just like the real thing. -_-

#Take300GramsByMouthThreeTimesDaily

I'm okay, for some value of okay. I'm intact and taking more than just the basic self-care measures. Peg has been amazing, the occasional IMs from y'all have been very welcome, I'm still beaming from that raise...

I mean, I just completed my Comedy Bang! Bang! collection, so I can hold out here indefinitely. ;p I think I just might be done with hiding out in self-disgust. I shut down a lot of emotional circuits this year as a precaution, and I don't know if I can get by with them off.

Basically the process of figuring out what really happened has involved opening up my emotional vault. And I'm pretty confident I got at least some of the answers, but... damned if I can figure out how I fit all this painful old crap into this tiny freaking vault. -_-

And I'm just out of kitten pictures and weak humor today. I still feel like I'm living in exile. I can get through this, but I'm so tired of sitting here just ruminating with no input. Like a black box gadget built to mope.

I really need to do a major core dump at someone soon, preferably someone familiar with my situation. I haven't wanted to bother anyone but I'm still recovering from that fight with the ex-housemates a couple months ago, and I'm getting tired of second-guessing everything I do since then.

I'm real optimistic that I'll pull through this, but this is just kind of a weird transitional time for me in general and my reserves are a bit low. No emergency here, just tired of spinning in circles.

mood today is so ornery that i'm not even gonna cw this image of somebody making pasta in blue god damned powerade

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"Writing is easy. You only need to stare at a piece of blank paper until your forehead bleeds." -- Douglas Adams

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I'm sorry, Kurt. I didn't WANT "Warm Leatherette" to come up on the playlist when I started planning out your action scene, but what's done is done, and there was always a bit of JG Ballard hero to you to begin with. Please take comfort in knowing that I love you, Noah loves you, you're gorgeous, you will live again, and you will leave a HELL of a sexy smear across the control panels.

not quite sure how to describe my current mood. just pretty sure that:

(a) it doesn't have a word in english
(b) whatever word it does have, has a high consonant-to-vowel ratio
(c) it would serve as a suitable onomatopoeia for mud

something like "pflundj," "splurgh," "blarnf," or "ghlendtsch."

i don't really care for it

(Also, if you happen to see anything except a failed search for "Produkty" right over a building labeled "Produkty," you'd be doing me a huge and very practical favor if you'd let me know. :) )

God, I love sending bug reports to Google Maps. It feels so neighborly, so cordial, and yet so passive-aggressive. >:D

But look at this shit. This is why I have to giggle at people who try to navigate without ever looking up from their phones. Google literally can not see things that are RIGHT THERE. https://goo.gl/maps/a1Jf7gfUdBt

You know, I was having a painful enough bout of nostalgia tonight. I'm not sure I really needed for my old workplace in Boston to come up as a task item at my current job. *facepalm*

Our story had a happy ending. Seattleites, Taste of the Caribbean is fucking delicious. If I'd been able to get dessert on top of all that jerk chicken and rice, I would have surely died.

A bit of research reveals that, if this restaurant's concept of "Jamaican rum cake" is remotely authentic, I had ordered-- and nearly received-- a FRUIT CAKE.

You know. Like, with... raisins and... fruit and stuff. *full body shudder*

The delivery gods are kind and merciful. I dodged a bullet tonight.

The delivery gods have denied me my dessert and I'm all pouty about it. The cosmos owes me one (1) Jamaican rum cake and by god I'm going to get it.

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Season 1 of Channel Zero took a faintly wacky creepypasta about a fake kids' show and made it into a gripping, grotesque tale of transformation, sacrifice, and sibling love turned corrupt.

Season 2 took an over-the-top haunted house story off the Web and turned it into a harrowing story of parental loss and entrapment in a painful past.

Season 3 took a choppy ghost story about staircases in the woods and made it about schizophrenia and dirty small town politics.

I fear Season 4.

I wish I had Finn the Human's vault.

"Aaaaaaand... it's gone."