Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

ok station cafe listen up

careening from perfectly acceptable indie rock to insufferable screechfolk once is fine

careening back and forth again is an affront to my patience

and then immediately switching back to STEREOLAB the moment i start bitching about it to @anthracite on telegram...?

that's enemy action. you fuckers are watching me. not just here but at home when i play my tweedliest music for sad old socialists

🎵​ Warm leather ponies
🎵​​ Are an unrelenting force
🎵 Quick
🎵 Let's play chicken
🎵 With a horse

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5QErPDNcj4

https://boingboing.net/2021/07/20/so-i-finally-watched-bill-and-teds-moderately-enjoyable-adventure.html

I feel like Jason Weisberger not liking Bill and Ted 3 is the final accolade that this joyful little fracas of a film deserved.

Everybody knows it was made under the worst of circumstances, and I could have sworn everybody just kinda understood we were gonna grade it on a curve.

Leave it to Boingboing, the countercultural equivalent of a 4th quarter fumble.

I love y'all. This place has really felt like my last real Internet home and I'm glad you're all here. Can't and don't say it often enough.

So anyway. Moment of silence. Anna, it sounds like you could have taught me something. Maybe someone like you could help me find my way back someday. I hope... I hope you're somewhere, and it's infinitely weirder and kinder than this place. I'm sorry I only got to see you from a distance. It sounds like we were at least trying to play for the same team.

There was this moment at Transliminal when there'd just been a big party and I got absolutely bathed in affection and we had a great conversation about all these big ideas, some of which were MY ideas and I just remember thinking, "Now. Now would be the perfect time. Just take me now, before I fuck all this up, and let everyone remember me like this, before they figure out the truth about you, that you're NOT trans and you're NOT kind and you're NOT a genius..."

And... yeah.

Yeah.

I didn't know Oannablue, which makes me even more afraid this is going to come off as self-centered. Mostly, I'm just fucking angry all over again that they're lost and had to suffer, because it sounds like they were very good, and it all reminds me of my late brother Matt, who was also very good. Fuck cancer.

But all this love they're getting, I presume very rightly, is reminding me of how much I wanted to basically *be* them, the genderbendy wonder inspiring people to be weirder, who everybody loved because they were just so damn kind.

I set out sincerely wanting to be Fluttershy and wound up a Chrysalis. Just another selfish parasite and impostor, pretending to be one of the pretty perfect colorful ponies. And I got busted. And this is my fate. I'm lucky you didn't just freeze me in stone and be rid of me for good.

Between this and a well-meaning friend on Mastodon pushing the "Oh, even YOU can be trans, it's easy if you want it enough!" package on me...

Yeah. I just feel like I blew absolutely every legacy I've had and need to hide out forever from all the things i've fucked up. And I just feel like a big dumb hairy ugly lumbering guything mess.

If you've got a little love to spare for a dried-up old changeling, I could really use it today. *shakes the little coffee cup full of small-denomination hearts and tries not to let her fangs show as she smiles*

corn (2 12 oz. cans)

chicken (6 large skinless thighs)

green peppers (2, chopped)

chili (preferably ancho or guajillo)

*SIGH* (3 cups, world-weary)

onions (2 medium yellow or white, chopped)

i found some old pics of olive and snowy, sugarfoot's kittens that we raised this winter, and i just happycried for like five minutes

i miss the hell out of them but their new food dude is the sweetest guy and is so proud of them both. it's comforting knowing they're just up the street. their mom even got to meet the kittens' adopted uncle Smokey the other day.

i'm just so happy they're happy and safe and we broke their family's cycle of street life-- gods i wish i could do the same for their aunts, uncles, mom, and grandma

love you, my little boys

^_____________^

...

i really miss being a robot

(singing to Shadow:)

🎵 you're a little smaller than a fox
🎵 so you hide real well inside a box
🎵 you let out a little poot
🎵 and i pet your little snoot
🎵 odds are you'll still be a cat tomorrow

🎵​ secret kitty cat
🎵 secret kitty cat
🎵 you don't know about numbers
🎵 and don't care about your name

dum diddy dee dee

hua hua

dum diddy dee dee

hua hua

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this is definitely one of those "hoist the jolly roger and start cutting throats" days

I am in such a "destroyer of worlds," "i wanna decide who lives and who dies" mood this morning.

it has now been [0][0][0] seconds since Peggy and I last said the words "dog blog" to each other.

Also I have dog germs on my nose. THANKS, occasional cafe-buddy Luna. >_<

come on, New Orleans, you're in the fucking tropics-- it should be EASIER to get mango sticky rice here, not harder!

Starting up a round of the Annoying Gryphon Game was a really good idea.

https://twitter.com/zebratron2084/status/1414273601000325124

i have started my day in a manner befitting an empress*, with good weed and bad vodka with a 99c Jarritos mixer from the worst-best bodega on the planet

i am nearly prepared to conquer worlds; terrans, this is your notice

sometimes you just see a piece that you know you will never own, and it hurts a little bit, but it just feels good knowing this object exists out there *somewhere*