Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

Yeah, um, I think it's safe to say I finally got the hang of Through The Ages.

It still humbles, moves, and flatters me that people still talk about themselves in Puzzlebox warp terms. Not _everything's_ decayed, and it was definitely not all for nothing.

Now if we can just get y'all talking the same way about Parallax, friends, that's what I've been told the Terrans like to call a "career." ^__________^

I summarized the Pentagon Papers incident for some guy on Reddit, and another Redditor rewarded me with this neat inside story.

Strive in all things to be as big a nuisance to the system as this guy.

Watching an old Kids in the Hall. Bruce McCullough is cracking jokes about Canada and England being the 51st and 52nd US states.

How things have changed. Time devours all. I think I'm gonna have one more good cathartic cry, far too many cookies, and that nap I'd been threatening.

Enjoy whatever you are while you are it, folks. You too could end up here, covered in dust.

On Schadi! On Laika!
On Jwyl and on Marhime!

On Laudanum, Lucifer,
Pnoikelur, Tsouris!

On Ichschmerz! Ereshkigal!
Maybe Strangetheeka!

On Fernweh! On Kummerspeck!
Putzfimmel and Sigrid!

Your sentences have all been commuted. The brig is unlocked. Go wreck some shit up.

Have a blast, you little shits. I don't fucking care anymore. -_-

ended up foregoing the nap, had a lengthy and very good commiseration session with my awesome mom instead. she's got very much my temperament and bs tolerance and... yeah, i didn't know what a rough couple decades she'd had friends-wise herself.

it still sucks to feel like i've been locked out of the very group of people i brought together and not quite understanding why -- so i could at least know exactly what parts of myself i needed to fucking work on -- but if you all stuck around i guess some of the guesswork went okay and i'm not such a completely horrible person.

whatever. in this case, i lost an acquaintance who mostly only showed up looking for a friendly place to complain, and i went down defending my principles, because i am not gonna let someone play devil's advocate for someone who's idea of free speech includes running all hope of real discourse into the ground.

God damn it. I think I've had like three emotional circuit breakers thrown at once. I'm outta here for a while, and by "here" I mean consciousness. -__-

Have a better day than this, folks.

Every time a real scientist has to barge into a thread and debunk an alarmist, a blue whale waiting for real ecological progress dies of sheer frustration.

If you're seeing articles that tell you all our plankton are dying off and they provide 70% of our breathable oxygen and we're all hyperdoomed? I'd say ignore it. I'm seeing some pretty convincing counterarguments.

https://www.reddit.com/r/worldnews/comments/a8wdhj/scientists_raise_alert_as_ocean_plankton_levels/eceojdp/ (Counter-counter-evidence is, of course, most welcome. I'm still sorting through all this myself.)

Things are genuinely dire enough without turning every little climate factoid into a folk devil of imminent human extinction. Despair is comforting, but it's not a very good strategy for meaningful action.

(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?"