Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

I would commit murder right now for a plate of chee cheong fun. I blame my employers exclusively for this.

Exhibit A: http://ieatishootipost.sg/freshly-made-chee-cheong-fun-the-secret-weapon-for-finicky-kids/

Exhibit B: https://goo.gl/maps/NhTEg1XeCak

I sort of cribbed this joke from Enter the Gungeon spoilers, but...

a music genre that is just high BPM remixes of Galaga sound effects

called "bumblecore"

Oh, well. In the name of universal feline camaraderie, deliver all the petting I am owed to my dear friend Chill, with my coolest regards: http://codepen.io/Yakudoo/full/YXxmYR/

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I am having such a tiger day today. I'm simultaneously wound up and ornery and in the mood to chew up the whole world, yet lazy and hungry and wishing I could spend the whole day curled up and petted and fed cubes of steak.

What I am definitely not in the mood for is eight solid hours of staring at badly documented Malaysian tourist traps, which is what I actually have to do for most of today.

"The most important vehicle of reality-maintenance is conversation. All who employ this same form of communication are reality-maintaining others."

-- M.A.K. Halliday (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anti-language)

Like, you know that scene in Breaking Bad, where Tuco samples some of the blue meth and for the next three minutes he's howling and screaming about how "tight" it is?

Yeah. It was like that, except the dish at hand was bright red from all the chili paste, instead of bright blue. I need to eat like this more often.

As part of my ongoing efforts to be more vocal here when I'm happy... I just want to say I'm pleased as hell with the Mie Goreng Tahu (Indonesian fried noodles with tofu) that I just made. I took two packets of notably bland ingredients and the random contents of my condiment shelves, and made something that I will now have to physically will myself to stop eating.

https://freegames.org/2048-solitaire/

[For those ignorant of the richness of Martian culture and history: http://dontknockmysmock.com/images/calvin_hobbes_dont_knock_smock_2.gif ]

ROWR. Yowwow rrawr mhhhr hrrrrr rrowwowr hrrrf raaawwwr mrrrerm GROWL hhhhhff. *scratches table* Hrrowrrwr, rrrrrgrrawwwwr mmmROWR smock, mrrrrowwr hrrrr yeeeeeehrowwwer mehr RAWR.

["Today has been a lazy, frustrating, but altogether pleasant day. Life is strange and the spiritual perks are a little lean these days, but I am grateful that you are all here. Also, I like to say "smock." May St. Hobbes bless.]

Warthogs have four tusks; the lower pair is sharpened by rubbing against the upper pair when the warthog moves its jaws. Warthogs use their tusks for digging, self-defense, and combat with other warthogs.

The warthog is omnivorous. Its diet consists primarily of grasses, roots, & berries. During the dry season, they subsist on bulbs & rhizomes. In times of frustration, the domestic Martian tiger (P. tigris demisapiens) is known to ramble about warthogs in lieu of dealing with problems

So instead I'm going to talk about warthogs. The warthog is a member of Suidae, the same family as domestic pigs. They are native to sub-Saharan Africa and live in grasslands and forests. Subspecies include the Nolan, Eritrean, Central African, and Southern warthogs.

The typical warthog is between three and five feet long, standing roughly two to three feet at the shoulder.

I want to talk about my feelings, but honestly:

1) they'd be the same ones as before
2) they're not fun feelings to talk about
3) they're not that different from anyone else's feelings
4) I don't really trust any of these feelings
5) I don't trust my feelings in general anymore
6) sharing my feelings just isn't as comforting as it used to be
7) there is a non-zero chance I'll get in massive trouble (again) by being frank about my feelings
8) there's nothing to be done about them anyway

Up late due to caffeine misadventures, so I'm checking out Barry, the Bill Hader comedy about a hit man who finds his true calling as an actor.

It's real good on its own. But a scene in Episode Four is making me really want to see a series that's just classic dialogues from other TV and film, acted perfectly competently, but with all-wrong emotions and personalities.

John Wayne from The Searchers, as a smoky Weimar cabaret girl. Citizen Kane, surfer boi. Willy Loman, a la Conan.

Judging by the first episode, the BBC thriller Killing Eve is well filmed, witty, pleasantly mean, naturally acted, and profoundly likely to not just ace the Bechdel test, but to run it through with a machete and leave it bleeding in the tub. :O

There are some very very gay men in this cafe holding bouquets and smiling for unknown but guessable reasons and my love of Seattle is somewhat rejuvenated.

(everything is fine, it's just a waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh kind of day)

waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh

Despite a pretty great week, including a really fun visit with @green and some flattering critique of Parallax, I'm feeling all off-kilter and restless for no good reason.

I think it may be time to ring up Confuse-A-Cat LTD again. Or ingest a very large amount of cannabis and vacation on Mars for a couple days.

#UpMars