Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

I just told Omaha Sternberg in no uncertain terms to go fuck herself, after trying to fight me on US healthcare, after I'd explicitly said I was in no mood.

I really wish I could find it in my heart to regret this, or to end it with a fond reminiscence of telling Elf to go fuck himself on Usenet, the very first flamewar I'd ever gotten into.

Ah, what beautiful memories. *pulls a paisley hanky out of right back pocket, leaves grody zebra tears in it, tramples it underhoof*

No, no, comrades, please. You can't just go around punching everyone you see that sounds like a Nazi.

You have to punch the SAME Nazis, over and over again. Preferably on live television and in front of as many witnesses as possible.

Then we have the power of the running gag on our side. 😊

(Consider Richard Spencer, since we've already got a head start.)

most of my friends have sleek muscular sports brains or reliable efficient little prius brains or even arty zippy vespa brains.

me, i am the '64 chevy malibu from repo man. best car on the lot. zero to saturn in thirty seconds.

but when it's stuck on earth pretending not to be a spaceship, it's just an ordinary gas guzzling, slow turning, drab-lookin', mildly radioactive piece of shit.

#plate #shrimp #plateofshrimp #alwaysintense

@Oneironott, this may, non-coincidentally, make this a real good day to have that conversation about Kayamanu the skunkdrone. If this stuff is half as potent as they promised at the dispensary, you may very well get to meet him. n_n;;

You know, I could and probably should spend the rest of the day on Here.com work and earn myself a five-day weekend.

Instead, I think I'm gonna eat this entire box of medibles, and spend the day working on Parallax while blooped out of my mind.

IT. IS. FINISHED.

Finished off the last of the evaluations. Will probably have to go right into the next set in a week or two, but in the meantime I have a nice normal job with nice normal responsibilities, rather than sitting in judgement over other post-capitalist souls.

Waugh, too much of everything this morning, even too much happiness (in the form of a mostly-naked dragon lady insisting on sitting in my lap while I finished the last of my employee evaluations).

I really can't claim my mood or condition is bad this morning. I've had a pretty damn good weekend, really, including a lot of progress on Getting Over Myself and resuming social functions.

Can this constant information overload end please, though? I have an ancient wooden brain, slow to process.

Fuckin christ. Once again, my gratitude to the far-right, for reminding me why I should continue to put up with the follies of the far-left.

First a round of TERF, then a round of white nationalist. I wasn't even looking for either (except, you know, by being on Reddit and Twitter at all), but I can't pretend I didn't richly enjoy both punch-ups.

Thanks again, enemies, for the reassurance it really is that simple, you really are just bad.😡

the jeppson's malört of furry fandom

now available only on special order

consult your physician before consuming

try it with tonic and bitters and maybe your face will freeze that way

current mood: watching ted danson weep like a baby and LOVING IT #GoodPlace #Cero? #Cero? #Cero?

@irisjaycomics Peggy ordered me to ask you about the "Chimbley Sweep." She apologizes in advance. I'm just scared. 🙀

I found this image on a shitty mind-control fetish forum, but my headcanon for it is that it's Princess Caroline's apotheosis into the Galactic All-Manager we knew she was meant to be. https://awoo.space/media/etgtYb7PS0a20uSqg1U

Well, that was a little wave of fear and despair! Yeah, my mind went to apocalyptica for a bit. It's weird getting that little moment where you remember, "Oh, yeah, this is something really bad that might actually happen. Right here. Because history does that sometimes."

I think we'll be okay, and my own anxiety is under control (thanks, THC), but... man, this is just unreal. Pure Cat's Cradle absurdist shit. Vonnegut wasn't supposed to be THIS right.

"ＯＨ ＢＯＹ ＰＡＰＥＲＣＬＩＰＳ" @_@

#YCH #FreeRoomAndBoard #BadSpaceTouristIdeas

Now I want to commission art of Hladolet converting people into paperclip-making drones for the Tethys Light Manufacturing Concern And Very Friendly Mammal Hostel. =^__________^=

the ones who didn't get played enough to make the previous cut, or whom I just plain forgot (sorry enmerkar, sorry H.!):

-Babel dragon
-psychic lynx spymaster
-assimilated ponyborg maid
-cursed tarot otter
-neuter Jovian housemarten lawyer
-jackalope trickster/seer
-imaginary plastic ponygirl domme
-demonsable
-Echthros
-gelwolf
-dadaist saluki professor/occultist
-feline cyborg Star Munchkin*

(*named "Rae" purely to get the bonus from the Ray Gun card =^_^= )

Ｔｈｅ ｒｅａｌ ｐａｐｅｒｃｌｉｐｓ ｗｅｒｅ ｔｈｅ ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ ｗｅ ｍａｄｅ ａｌｏｎｇ ｔｈｅ ｗａｙ, ａｎｄ ｔｈｅｎ ｔｕｒｎｅｄ ｉｎｔｏ ｐａｐｅｒｃｌｉｐ-ｍａｋｉｎｇ ｄｒｏｎｅｓ.

www.decisionproblem.com/paperclips/index2.html

Jesus fucking Christ. (Er, that's just an expletive, not a fursona.)

...supervillain-obsessed latex henchrat, haunted costume mimic, Bowie-esque alien mink bounty hunter, exiled teenaged rubberjackal priestess, Saturnian hypnosquid, adorkable psionic Galaxy High School donkey girl, 2C-B elemental horse-naga made from pink enamel, Premature Anti-Chrysalis changeling, 7-headed apocalypse jackal hypnobeast.

That's most of 'em.