Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

(Also, the subpersona currently in charge of meting out Inner Justice is an 8' jaguar lady with the voice of Rosa Diaz from Brooklyn Nine-Nine, and while she's very nice when you get to know her, frankly she even scares the shit out of *me*... >_>; )

Well, at least I can say this is the least grumpy I've gotten during a holiday tolerance break. I've managed to keep my tirades mostly limited to Trump voters, and haven't gotten snippy with my parents even once.

Still. I can already feel my internal censor starting to get woozy. I've already had to redact a few "you and the horse you rode in on" type comments moments before hitting "submit." (Trust me, most of them would've deserved it.)

And there's some rowdy part of me that really, really wants to talk about What Happened This Past Year, maybe even finally break down and demand some concrete fucking answers.

But I know there are innocent people who would suffer if I did. So the responsible subpersonas have been swiftly brigged without trial, and will not be released until I'm back in Seattle, Glowtide has safely passed, and I am unlikely to see Certain People ever again.

The prisoners are having a real rough time in there, though. Any donations of media, toys, games, and <s>kittens</s> hygenically packaged changeling rations would be much appreciated. I'm not unsympathetic to their cause, but the law is the law.

This Flight of the Conchords bit always cheers me up:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EuXdhow3uqQ

Fuuuuck. Still reeling. I think that's legitimately the hottest thing I've ever eaten. (FWIW, the old record was a Level 5 macchi dopiaza at the Punjab Grill in Arlington, MA. Still grateful to this day that they took me seriously. :) )

This is one of my few concessions to machismo, I'll admit. But it's real nice to be able to stare toxic alpha types down and think, "Motherfucker, this femmy soyboy cuck has eaten things that would make you buckle in two and cry for mommy."

And I'll also admit... it's one of multiple reasons I'll be grateful to abandon Seattle for NOLA. If *Anthy's* people can't even hurt me good, there's no hope for America.

Mrs. Renfro's Ghost Pepper Queso is just straight-up murder in a jar. I think the endorphin blast at least restored my neurochemical balance, but... at what cost?!

The bone-deep Ohioan boredom is starting to set in. It's so bad, I'm almost pondering dusting off an old Tapestries character, if any of them are still unpurged.

No, what am I saying? This is madness. I think I'll just find some nice paint-drying documentaries instead. There'd probably be more action.

Just finished a very entertaining punch-up with a couple of Reddit Trumpies, but it's left me feeling a bit like the guy in this classic sketch...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kGex0kLgNok

I don't regret a thing, people seemed to enjoy my takedowns, but... lord do the bullshit-processing centers of my brain hurt.

Fine, let's meme.

Send me your assumptions about my fursona (based on my icon, userinfo, and assorted lore-drops here, I guess, 'cause Rez doesn't have a lot of reference art).

I'll respond with "Yes," "No," "Sort Of," or "RRRRRAWWWWWRRRRR."

When your elders lecture
With false-hearted prayers
Take them by their left leg
Throw them right down the stairs

Nope, this batch was straight-up pariah dreams. Went to a party, got cut out of every conversation, even got the subject changed every time I was almost about to find out exactly What Really Happened Last Year. Ended up unable to control my frustration and had a big ugly weepy-shouty breakdown in front of everybody.

It's okay. This is probably actually positive. This happens every year when I have my big Ohio weed-tolerance break and catch up on REM sleep. I get crazy vivid dreams and my brainvault spills right open. It's intense but it's really cathartic, and I usually come through it feeling a lot better.

Hugs would still be real good right about now. <3

Do the Germans have a word for "pleasant dream that is technically a nightmare, because it reminds you of a future joy that has been made utterly impossible?"

This reeks of urban legend to me, but it's still fascinatingly weird:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zero_stroke

At the *very* least, there are four:

#moodsnapshot

One of my bucket list items is to visit Australia. It's a lovely country and has a lot to offer (including the promise of a swift, romantic wildlife-related death), but my main reason is that I want to eat a whole spoon of Marmite in front of them, tuck in for another, and see the look on the lousy bogans' faces. XD

So... damn near *anything* is possible in the DC universe. We're all in agreement with that, right?

Meanwhile, Batman's narcissistic handwringing over his "code of honor" has conveniently let thousands of innocents die, just so his psychopathic playtime buddy can stick around.

I want to see an arc where some super-scientist or uber-psionic gets fucking sick of this and just performs massive, non-con psychic surgery on the Joker to FIX him.

Naturally, the premise is that Bats decides it's the surgeon who has to be hunted down and punished. The B plot is that the Joker is reassimilated into society and EVERYTHING'S WORKING OUT FINE until some busybody crusader decides to restore the status quo for the usual pseudo-humanist "BUT HIS SACRED FREE WILL!" reasons.

(apologies for all caps but all martian opera is in all caps)

YES, I LOVE RAWR!
ANYTHING GROWLY AND GROUCHY AND FIGHTY
ANYTHING SNARLY AND POUNCEY AND BITEY
YES, I LOVE RAWR!

JUST ASK THE GAZELLE THAT I TOOK DOWN THIS MORN
HIS JUGULAR VEIN IS ALL MUNCHED ON AND TORN
JUST CHECK MARTIAN YOUTUBE
WE WATCH IT LIKE PORN
I LOVE YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE FOOD