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Joined Jun 2017
uspol; misanthropy
I'm coming to the increasing conclusion that the only thing keeping us from being them is the current lack of a cunning enough Lenin-grade bastard. I've gone through life hoping that there was something "better" about us, some superior reason or character or compassion that made us less prone to folly.
But this year has left me without any faith. I totally support leftist ideals, but it's increasingly despite my fellow travelers, not because of them.
Goddamn it.
uspol; misanthropy
That awful moment when you're reading the leftist reaction to the Hannity/Cohen story on Twitter, and you realize that... side of the angels or not... most of these are not bright or thoughtful people either. They are just as capable as their opposition of taking what they hope to be true and working backwards from there. Running on pure cognitive bias, and thank god they at least picked the side I agree with to be fanatical about.
moods (~ and lower); icelandic pixie queens; a soupcon of self-pity
This Bjork quote is weighing pretty heavily on me this morning. I tried, I really tried, with the Jackalope Mother as my witness I tried, but I wasn't equal to the task and my goddamned cantankerousness ruined it like it ruins everything. I'm sorry. I'll probably be sorry for the rest of my life. ;____;
me (~)
Been hit by oddly apathetic and/or cunning flu. It raged a bit overnight and ~1 hour after waking up; now it's just feebly scratching at my throat. Either way, gives me an excuse to put off a dental cleaning, so I'll take it.
Everything else is meh. Deliberately keeping the fuck away from several disputes, including my own. Progress on Parallax-Red is slow & steady. Peggy remains my emotional MVP, somehow. :) Watching lots of sitcoms. Feeling detached & draconic. Want mac & cheese, cake.
stoned shitpost
The Varallax Pubes (1974)
Well, it's better than store-brand Weltschmerz. #moodsnapshot
@emanate That was totally worth it, thank you. :)
(They sold me Vol. 3 of Gail Simone's Clean Room. Hoooly fuck.)
medical stuff
Yay, is there anything more fun than an appointment where the doctor says "We found a little lump and we'd like you to come back in a week and get it looked at?"
I'm probably just fine. It was just a dental appointment and when I asked the hygienist she assured me it was one of those "just keep an eye on it, you're probably fine" things.
But still. I can't even find the damn lump he's talking about, and I'm getting that hypochondriac TWITCH that I sincerely thought I'd outgrown...
Empress of Mars: Undisputed
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On being a gamer (long ramble)
By all intents and purposes, I am a gamer, but I hate what that label means and infers, nowadays. Allow me to explain.
I was born in the 70s into a family family that was being guided (and willingly following) into a culty version of Evangelical Fundamentalism.
I was hyper-sensitive and had difficulty parsing social cues, which made public school difficult, and I was placed into a culty farmhouse school for the majority of my growing up. For years, I was the only child in my grade, my homework was copying and reciting biblical verses, and my textbooks were from those weird Jesuscamp kinds of suppliers. My outside media exposure was highly censored and monitored, and almost everything I found an interest in had to be verified, analyzed, and monitored in how much content I was allowed to ingest.
I went through the 80s with mostly a peripheral knowledge of the cultural impact... likely why I don't have the Baby-Boomer mindset, despite being very much in that age bracket.
Being in that school, and living in that church (not literally, but I was there a LOT), and having the majority of my childhood under padlock was not at all good for my ability to handle reality once I grew up enough to make my own decisions (which was far later than it ought to have been) and severely hobbled my ability to ever be normal when it comes to being social.
The happiest memories I have, though, were at the arcade. Every week on Saturday, Dad would take me to the arcade, and for one hour a week, I'd be a perfectly normal kid dropping a coin into the slot and fully embracing the fantasy of getting as many points as possible in the given three lives. These electronic worlds were my fantasies and escapes. I wouldn't call them my safespaces because the RL bullies were in the arcades back then, as well... but the home versions that I was allowed to have definitely did become my safe space, as did the mental real estate that those game worlds held in my head and dreams.
My folks did have issues with the degree of time I'd put into those games and not into the bible, of course... I remember a lot of terribly brainwashing self-help books of why videogames can be evil and why D&D was devil worship and junk like that... but my love for all things game-related had already become a deep part of my self-identity.
All my life, games have been a fixations, my vices of choice, my comfort zones, my addictions, my obsessions, and more than occasionally my perversions. They still are. That's not likely ever going to change.
The difference, though, is that it angers and destroys me a little inside every single time I read about, converse with, or encounter someone that takes the moniker of "gamer" and uses it to try and deny or gate the notion that other folks are not allowed to enter that area that was once my oasis.
Anyone should be able to grab a controller, roll some dice, draw a card, look at their INV, or press a start button if they want to try it out, and there shouldn't be any reqvired meta-knowledge or pedigree involved in picking a game up. There shouldn't be any racial, gender, lingual, or classist qvalifiers. Skill in any game is not TheWizard-level inate for anyone, nor will some folks ever achieve it, nor should anyone ever need to if it isn't what they want to pursue. There is nothing wrong with a casual game of solitare on your phone. There is nothing wrong with min-maxing your Warcraft character's damage per second if that's your happy.
There is everything wrong with bashing someone because they do not game at your level. There is everything wrong with griefing, doxxing, swatting and spiritually destroying someone else because they are a random name that got in your way.
This was my safe space, and it was where I kept my sanity in the daily brainwashing that still affects my everyday.
It infuriates me when access to that space is denied, gated, or too harrasment-filled.
I am a gamer. I am a gamer that will happily suggest a couple of games to a soccer mom trying to pick out something for their 8yr old that they want them to enjoy, but not have sexualized or violent content. I am a gamer that will donate parts of their collection to their friend's, their friend's kids, or as gifts. I am a gamer that will ramble on for an hour or two about game mechanics, game series, jump scares, or pixelated graphics.
Gaming is still a huge passion of mine; always will be.
I just try to be a very inclusive one.
speaking of cultural sensitivity
honest to god sometimes it's like watching a couple of toddlers get into a stash of novelty finger handcuffs -_-
speaking of cultural sensitivity
I just don't think there is anything to be lost by representing our opponents in all their nuance... their often horrible, often ignorant, often violent nuance, and that requires being honest on those occasions they're NOT acting like our stereotypes.
I'm still on your side. But I'm officially very nervous about how disinterested some leftists are in hearing things that contradict their view of the world. That's just fucking dangerous, and I won't support it.
speaking of cultural sensitivity
I just really itchy when I see people trying to win debates by declaring them inappropriate to have in the first place. And I get really, really itchy when I see my own side doing it.
Listen, I get it. Our enemies have been exploiting our faith in intersubjectivity and empathy. It's tempting to declare them Just Plain Evil And Bad as an immune response.
But this is Heroism 101: when your opponents cheat by exploiting your decency... never start cheating too.
speaking of cultural sensitivity
I just saw a friend on Birdland retweet some Woke Young Thing calmly informing the world that it is no longer acceptable to play devil's advocate for ideologies she doesn't like.
Fuck. No. I am not going to terminate my intellectual processes because you assure me something is already on your mental blacklist. I escaped from goddamned fundamentalism by having a series of nice chats with The Devil. It's a healthy way of maintaining my immunity to 1-track minds.
day jeorb
PROTIP: If Google Translate is telling you the 23-character-long Thai phrase you entered just means "hotel," Google Translate is PROBABLY LYING TO YOU.
*headdesk* *headdesk* *headdesk*
Empress of Mars: Undisputed
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gender
@zebratron2084 Believe that Goedel showed any theory of gender robust enough to be interesting will have people in it that are unprovable but true.
gender
Could I get some help from someone with a mathematical background? I think it's finally time to break down and formally set my gender to something that invokes and/or violates Russell's paradox. (Extra points if it does neurological damage.)
this commercial is totally my aesthetic, except mysteriously for 0:17
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VuRXIyAiEeg&feature=youtu.be
perverse and sinful notions
Somebody was talking on Birdland about CRISPR and "goddamned catgirls" and I started joking about which exact chromosome the "damnation gene" was actually on. And now -- with a six-hour work shift and a dental scaling ahead of me -- all I can think about is science fantasy scenarios, about 22nd-century catgirl witches doing genetics experiments on themselves, leaving behind peer-reviewed papers about the Succubus Gene before they fly off to feast on Christian souls.
mood (-?)
Ah. Important update. Apparently it was TWIRLING butt sausage, not FLYING butt sausage, and it was my mood because that's what my brain is made of entirely this morning.
I'm so glad I got to the bottom of that. ^_______________________^
- location
- all outdoors
- species
- F.O.U.S.
- mood
- bitey
- diet
- you
🔥💫🐯(火星虎)
ɪɴᴄᴇɴᴅɪᴀʀʏ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ ᴄᴀᴛʙᴇᴀsᴛ ʀᴇᴢᴇʏᴀ
read this, pitiful humans:
http://egypt.urnash.com/parallax/
Joined Jun 2017
