Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

Many thanks to the Seattle libertarian who just won me $5 in the Milkshake Duck Races.

#nocontext

Today's #moodsnapshot: So-And-So from Teen Girl Squad #11 going "ummmmmmmmmmmm, 'kay" for about 10 hours.

So very many wonderful things to just enjoyably not have an opinion about. :p

o/` angry cat
angry cat
little white and green angry cat

teeth for bites
claws for rakes
keyboard for all of her hottest takes

fuck off!
says alba the angry cat

in the birdest sites
of your wildest dreams
see her patience drop
with your faith in extremes o/`

APPROXIMATE NUMBER OF CROWS IN LEVEL 3 OF NUCLEAR THRONE THAT WILL HAVE TO DIE BEFORE KINCAID'S STRESS LEVEL CAN RETURN TO NORMAL:

210

Yeah, fuck it. Maybe I'll march right back again, but Twitter is over for now.

When my own "friends" are giving me shit for expressing qualms about *physically assaulting* people... ordinary fucking kids who may be just about to LEAVE the abusive community they've been seduced into... that's toxicity, in my book. That's not "woke," that's "gone psychotic from sleep deprivation."

And that attitude is here, too, but at least I have better tools for keeping it at bay.

I suspect I am about to spend my evening doing some Judge Dredd-grade tone policing.

Interestingly, working on evaluations has almost entirely cured my tendency to get mad at my coworkers for screwing up.

Before we started doing these, it felt like no amount of effort was ever going to change these people's habits. Now I know that justice will be served someday, and it will include methods besides the chopping of heads.

(The fact that I'm the one ultimately serving justice here, admittedly, doesn't hurt. It's good to be sheriff. XD )

#acab

I'm noticing this new trend in comedy: furries who I PERSONALLY WITNESSED coming down on other people for their kinks suddenly getting really, really sanctimonious about trolling without bothering to mention their own shady pasts.

I keep reflexively trying to do the much more difficult job I've been doing for the last two months instead of the easy one I'm actually doing. Easy mode is harder than I thought. -_-

LRB is my new favorite fanfic subgenre: Rick Sanchez redemption drama, where he gets dropped into various fictional universes where people ACTUALLY GIVE A SHIT ABOUT EACH OTHER.

Heh, remind me sometime to tell y'all the story about Esche and Karna, our little fashie terrarium on PuzzleboxMUCK.

I am once again frightened by how much more I'm enjoying my day job than my social media networks. (No offense, Masto critters. You're by far the best of a problematic lot and this is the only place I'm still regularly enjoying. <3 )

After two months of employee evaluations, my regular rating and annotation work feels like... you know that point in old CRPGs where you're headed home and all the enemies that were deadly on the way out are pitiful on the way back, because you're leveled?

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.