Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

U2/ZZ Top mashup, submitted without comment.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cBYQ7cMJhkQ

Orrery used to say something like "We will have always been here."

https://genius.com/Rebecca-sugar-time-adventure-lyrics

Damn you, Ms. Sugar.

#weepage

important pet care tip from my Reddit self (cw: higher math)

(that should be "reading quietly.")

https://genius.com/Langhorne-slim-life-is-confusing-lyrics

#bigmood

(I mean. It works. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c8H66Hyjqjo )

Though it did dawn on me the other morning, while sitting down with Peg and comparing NOLA vs Seattle rents, that there is a VERY large chance I will find myself living in a shotgun shack, in another part of the world, in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife, behind the wheel of a large automobile...

*bauhaus cafe plays an indie country cover of Talking Heads' Road To Nowhere*

"MOOD DEMON! COME NOT IN THAT FORM! COME NOT IN THAT FORM! IN THE NAME OF HOLY HANSEN, GANE AND SADIER, I BANISH THEE BACK TO THE SEATTLE CLOUDS!"

#FeelingOKThisMorning

Though to be perfectly honest, my _realistic_ gender self-image today is "basically Fred Melamed." :p

Also been pondering the hell out of that Bonobos #EvolveTheDefinition commercial. I haven't seen such a sequence of "yes, you are me" images... well, ever in my life, really.

I'm still really thinking I'm not conventionally trans. These days I feel like I'm somewhere between "enby," "ffs yes I'm a guy but please don't make me do that performative masculinity bullshit because I will fucking CLAW you, child" and "dago Paul Lynde." O:) But still eager to rock a red plastic skirt and boots.

Had a nice little thought last night. I'd been kind of rueing some of my missed opportunities for Sexy Postfurry Adventures, spinning the usual dumb J Alfred Prufrock kind of loser myth around myself.

But while watching the "Loners" in The Lobster sit readily quietly in the forest last night, it dawned on me: I got exactly what I wanted. I don't even know what to do with extrovert adventures. I'm getting intellectual adventures aplenty thanks to Peg, Noa, Kirt, Liv, and K. I'm quite sated!

Still enjoying some of the emotional surplus from finding out my Unfortunate Interpersonal Estrangement is not half as dire as I'd thought. Hope is still at the months-to-years range, by which point Peg might well have already dragged me to NOLA, but... I'll take what I can get. Still fairly chipper.

And overcaffeinated. And ornery. I've been eerily productive, liable to finish up my workweek two whole days early. Wanna get back to work on Parallax. Also wanna find some Proud Boys to maul.

The Lobster 2: An Animated Musical

(I'm also very impressed with my collaborator's skills as a director. @anthracite pulled a huge amount of emotional nuance out of a simple change in panel order, transforming an exchange between the protagonist couple from a trite sitcom "awww" moment into a demure and poignant act of reassurance. We sounded so much like grown-ups making entertainment for actual real people, it was awesome. ;) )

Had a super-friendly but super-meticulous back and forth with Peggy about Parallax panel and dialogue order that would make the Orson Welles "frozen peas" tape sound jazzy and carefree by comparison.

I AM HAVING SUCH A GOOD TIME 😺​

MEN BECAUSE WOMEN TO THE ARE LEFT ALWAYS RIGHT

I've had Mojave 3's "Trying To Reach You" stuck in my head all day, but I'm not in any hurry to dislodge it. It's not an earworm so much as an ear babelfish, or maybe a tame Ceti Eel, constantly reminding me things are going to be sort of OK.

My mood is very much like an indie country song today anyhow, reflective and bittersweet. This is a damn sight better than the "Positively 4th Street stuck on repeat" that it's been for the past few months.

While setting these people on (rhetorical) fire is fun, what I'm really looking forward to is cultural provocation.

It was nice getting a reminder this morning that we don't really have to work hard to antagonize these people. As the reaction to that Bonobos ad proved, just reminding them we exist kinda wounds 'em.

That's awesome. That sets the stage for all SORTS of Bugs Bunny trickster tactics. Parallax is a big red cape, and behind it is the brick wall of a Big Scary Future.

It's just...I smell so much vulnerability on these people. I smell prey that thinks "alpha status" would intimidate a tiger.

These people aren't scary. They remind me of me as an insecure 14-year-old fundie, desperately trying to keep an ideological house of cards together.

Except they're not 14. They think they're grown men, because they've been sold a concept of "growth" that favors height over depth. And all the places they're wrong about adulthood make them enticingly weak.

I just got paid to listen to a 20-minute long argument about what "fast food" is.

You know, on a certain level... these are my people. I mean, you lot are my Not-People and that's a whole different sort of love. <3 But for people who are (so far as I can tell) mostly Terran earth-people humans, these are my kind of sapients.