Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

(It's all complicated a bit by the fact I still have some Evil Centrist political sympathies, and I actually sympathize with a few things the rentier class is pissed about. Like, the proposal to force them to ignore criminal records when choosing tenants sounds like a potential nightmare to me. But the subsequent hate-fest against the poor, largely by people admitting they made all their money from property, still fills me with plenty of loathing & self-loathing.)

Anyhow, it'll make moving away that much easier, if this town is really filling up with engineers and finance types that only want to live side-by-side with other engineers and finance types.

I'd like to get just one last temp job at Amazon before I leave Seattle for good. 'Cause I want to steal from them hand over fist right now. No excuses, no apologies, it's just pure adolescent fury and outrage at work. And frankly, I'd rather just punch Bezos directly. >___<

I tried debating on the associated Reddit thread a little, but I'm so disheartened by the amount of support the Galt's Gulch crowd is getting. I told them something along the lines of "well, have fun cleaning your own toilets & brewing your own espresso, motherfuckers" and closed the browser in a nasty mood. Haven't been quite right since.

I could really use any sense whatsoever of a safety net or permission to fail a little right now. But I know it ain't coming.

Made the mistake of reading a Stranger article about landlords who are pissing and moaning about the city's attempt to restore some shred of sanity to local housing.

It had the headline "If You Don’t Make the Money, Why Do You Have the Right to Live in the City?" and that triggered my self-hate and DOOOM SENSE something fierce.

And then I made the mistake of reading the comments, and was reminded this city's chock full of libertarians again thanks to Amazon.

Correction. I wish the NEIGHBORS had a dog. The last goddamn thing I need right now is a new relationship commitment. :p

Of course, that would require that we knew any of our neighbors. Not sure I'm THAT lonely yet. (Although, huh, I notice the local wifi server named "kek" has finally disappeared. Dare I hope he moved out? Possibly to Magnitogorsk, to better serve the Maga King?)

The insecurities are trying to eating me again today, and I really wish I had the luxury of just letting them.

Or of eating a hundred cookies. But I don't think I have that luxury either.

I'm not quite in the suicidal ideation phase of the cycle. But I am definitely getting that same feeling I get when a dull film's last act goes on far too long.

I feel super-clingy today. Peg's been patient with it, but dragons have kind of a cling-free coating on them. I wish we had a dog.

Rule 1: If you mention the ethnicity of a service worker in your review, you're probably being a dick.

Rule 2: Seriously. Don't mention the ethnicity of a service worker in your review. It doesn't matter. There is no reason to mention it.

Rule 3: No, not that either. That did not make it okay. Did you even fucking read the other rules?!

Been a little melancholy all day. Reading a Reddit thread about doctors who had lost patients probably didn't help. Now I'm all hung up on past & future again.

We were all supposed to get old together and look out for each other, and now it feels like it's just me and Peg left fending for each other.

It also doesn't help that I finally tracked down copies of Brett Gelman's crazy "Dinner With" specials, but am no longer on speaking terms with the main person I wanted to show them too. :|

run around in circles with your hands and arms flailing around like kermit and go waaaaaaaaaaaaugh until you feel like you have some control over your life

s'what us gen xers are doing

let us know if you figure out how to make it do something

"My honest advice for you, [Jim Groat], is to enscribe Matthew 7:3 on a 3 x 5 index card in your finest calligraphy, roll it up tight, and cram it straight up your nose." -- me, on FA

It's been an entertaining day in many ways, and now it truly feels complete. :D

Hey. Cafe neighbor. You. The squeaky college student. I realize you can't help speaking in frequencies only us cats can hear, but I'm wearing decent headphones and I can STILL HEAR YOU OVER THE GODDAMNED CLASH, so perhaps you are being a tiny bit too loud.

(n.b. the game does not actually have a Yellow Pony -- yet. That's just an Electric Company reference. Give them time. Soon STS will contain ALL THINGS.)

SLAY THE SPIRE.

OH GOD THEY KEEP ADDING NEW CONTENT

IT'S NOT EVEN OUT OF EARLY ACCESS YET

THE NEW LORE IS HILARIOUS

WHEN WILL THEY STOP OH GOD MAKE THEM STOP

NEOW YOU BASTARD WHEN WILL YOU DRY UP THIS RIVER OF NEW CARDS I SEE BEFORE ME

ALSO I WANT ORANGE PELLETS, A NINJA SCROLL, AND A YELLOW PONY

The kid was on the 44 bus to Ballard. She saw a Large Woofer out the window, and spent the rest of the bus ride insisting, quite loudly and repetitively, "DOH DOGGO DE DAH DAH!" Easily 150 times by the time we got there.

On a worse day, with fewer spoons, she might have annoyed the hell out of me. But today I'm fairly chipper, so I just nodded approvingly at her observations from the back of the bus, receiving her as the anarcho-monarchist champion everyone on that bus needed to hear.

Made two single-serving friends this morning. The best kinds, too: a kid and a cat.

The cat is a little grey cutie who apparently hangs out in the alley behind our house. I spent a few minutes chatting with him so I could get close enough to see if he had a collar (he did), and got myself ferociously nuzzled.

Peg assures me she sees him out there all the time and he seems pretty well-fed, so I wished him a great day, petted him some more, and left him to his Shed Adventures as he disappeared.

Okay, this gaming event sounds fuckin' radical: https://www.reddit.com/r/SeattleWA/comments/8zeox2/watch_the_skies_or_what_the_heck_is_a_megagame/