Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

Q: "Hey, Dawn Sr.? Your mom wants to bail on Seattle and drag me to New Orleans. Is she nuts?"

A:
Situation: 6 Disks [space cat]
Influence: VOID(!) [nothin]
Past: 4 Cups [bored lady]
Present: Chevalier of Wands [rhino samurai]
Future: 2 Coins [nekkid op-art lady]
Outlook: Chevalier of Coins [crazy rich fire lady]
Self: Ace of Swords [mask lady with gears]
Others: FORTITUDE [pillar lady w/lioness fren]
Psych: Queen of Cups [rubber queen in reflection]
Theme: HERMIT [portal jester]

Huh.

It tells you a lot about me that (a) I don't carry a phone and (b) the only reason I kinda want one is to photograph my daily Tarot spreads for y'all.

(Oh, and if it's any consolation, future spam is mostly just depressing because they have it better than us. Unless, you know, you have a real strong attachment to humans or a problem with FALGSC or something.)

(those who faved the original, please excuse my identity crisis; I'm a Martian on the streets and a Mooncat in the sheets, and yes, that's every bit as suboptimal as it sounds. =^_^;= )

I should really get my antennae reactivated. I had them turned off when I went Earth-native, mostly because spam from the future is REALLY depressing, but it turns out there are a whole lot of people on 21st-century Terra who really deserve a psychic mauling. =>__<=

Today was a great day, really. We got to hang out with @PhoenixTril, which makes any day good! Everything is going fine except for deep emotional stuff that's currently resting inertly in The Vault.

But fuck, am I frustrated at my brain and how much effort it takes to cajole it into being productive.

Oh. RIGHT. I guess they would be natural enemies.

This came up in an image search, and now I'm just wondering what Kermit could have possibly done to piss off Sarah Huckabee Sanders so badly. (Beating people up for trying to educate kids sounds more like a DeVos thing, honestly.)

I should make some kind of Neptunian culture hero OC. I've always considered myself an exceedingly poor candidate for otterhood but dammit, the Neptunians are one of the last vestiges of my shared paracosm, and I should do something to own that.

The rest of the world doesn't have to acknowledge that I was the First Neptunian, but... dammit, I think *I* want to. Maybe some kind of shady Zaphod type who just kind of founded it by accident on a bender, then forgot.

What flavor are you?

What flavor am I?

(I mean metaphorically, ya goofballs. <3 )

spoiler alert:

cute yes, but it's ear semaphore for "betray your species and join us, humans"

You bastards. You absolute bastards.

https://www.google.com/search?q=%22Bar+entier%22&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiCqrXS7-3cAhUE-lQKHReVALAQ_AUICygC&biw=1134&bih=817

(I had to do research into what "bar entire" meant on a French menu. I did not realize I would be confronted with an ENTIRE PAGE OF FISH WHICH I CAN NOT HAVE AND I AM TOLD MAY NOT EVEN EXIST BEHIND THAT GLASS PANE. There are now claw and bite marks all over my monitor and I demand compensation. =>_<= )

NO, SERIOUSLY. DON'T FUCKING AWOO*.

*WOLVES EXCEPTED

Inspired by a Reddit thread, I kinda want to revive my high school friends' tradition of putting up those "leave a penny/take a penny" dishes for decidedly non-penny items in random places.

Muffins. Troll dolls. Hot Wheels. Guitar picks. You get the idea.

important announcement*; tigers (*blatant lie)

"Then, during the Third Migration of the Last of the Mastodon Supplicants, they chose a new form for her, that of a giant Rawr! Many Anons and Pepes knew what it was to be crushed in the maw of a Martian tigress that day, I can tell you!"

#introductions
#areyouthefishkeeper

(Aww, we lost him last August. Godspeed, Nutmeg. Hope that wasn't your ninth, and if it was, I'll see ya in Bastet's eternal catbed.)

(Every time I look at this pic, Nutmeg reminds me of Jonathan Banks. I can almost see him on a late-night stakeout in a plain white van, meticulously cracking and eating sparrow heads out of a bowl.)

#moodsnapshot

(Yes, the number on his cake is accurate. Nutmeg's seen some shit, man.)

Need to talk to people about some stuff soon, but this is not the day.

Nobody did a thing wrong. This is about parts of me that may have fallen off & getting up the nerve to ask for help trying to reattach them.

Or about learning to have a happy life with them missing? I don't even fucking know at this point. I've totally lost the ability to gauge how much this part of me even matters.

It just stings, lately. Phantom limb stuff. And I suspect I'm a less pleasant person without it.