Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

i'm having "those 3am thoughts" at 5am but it's okay 'cause I've got jet lag and i have special dispensation.

i had a dream that we were traveling on foot from washington to west virginia as part of a fake tv documentary and the joke was everything just kept getting bleaker and bleaker until we were more or less just walking through a blank white screen. it was awesome.

my thoughts are full of loss and decay but not in a painful way if that makes any sense-- just watching the fades.

Home safe in Ohio.

Dear Eric Bolling:

"Grit, manliness, individualism, meritocracy, profit, providence, dominion over our environment, thrift, & pride in our country" are not actual virtues. They are merely means to dominance.

In the process, you seem to have missed that the founder of the religion you allegedly follow ALREADY laid out a list of virtues... every single one of which is, mysteriously, present in the ethics of yours truly the "godless" heretic, yet totally absent from your own list.

Die.

I was catching up on news and saw a Fox News story about an alleged UFO. And I had this horrible premonition that it was 2025 and Fox News had diversified into _all_ of the kook-fringe theories I used to study, back when other people's mass delusions still sounded fun. Vapid anchors presenting health tips for monoatomic gold. Steely-eyed pundits warning us about Niribu's impending path. Laura Ingraham promoting Breatharianism under an anorexia-proofed makeup shell. Doom.

J. G. Ballard's Crash is proving to be an unexpectedly delightful read for air travel. It's giving my rising misanthropy something to focus on.

(I don't really have any right-- aside from general dislike of crowds, and the senile couple who insisted on an off-menu order at Frontera Tortas-- to be misanthropic. My flight's been easy so far, and I should be home in a few hours.)

(for the sake of editorial balance i should note that otoh i had possibly the most fulfilling cuddle of my life last night with anthracite, and as noted i've got 2 week paid off of work, so when i say don't feel sorry for me i really mean it -- this is just one dead spot in a very complicated and still mostly arable ecosystem <3 )

Ever find something perfect, years after you're too jaded, broken, and tired to enjoy it? And all it does is remind you of everything you lost? Just dead nerves for it to stimulate now.

I don't wanna talk about it any further. I'm fine, I'm always fine, nothing left in that spot to damage any further really.

And it really was a trivial thing, honestly. It was a very small spot after all, at least in this dimension. Once the gate had closed, its other sizes just didn't fucking matter.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gEyP4Q8igQY

#moodsnapshot #mylawn #getoffit

Okay, seriously. If your bio has a line like "Allergic To Hets" or "Fuck Cis People" in it, I'll probably do 3-4 of the following:

* unfollow you
* block you
* dislike you
* put you on my list of people it would be okay to intellectually bully just a little bit for a good cause
* use you in casual conversation for years as an example of how social justice only makes some shitty people shittier

that moment where you're _just_ about to start worrying about your cardiac health, but your esophagus twitches and you let out an airy coffee-scented HWARF that immediately explains that tight sensation 😳​

basically my entire relationship with @anthracite​ https://awoo.space/media/SFBUYUWUs8k4q_j0Ato

This seems like a fine time to exercise Mastodon's "security through obscurity" properties and point out that Jeff Bezos is, in my opinion, one exceptionally shootable human being.

It comes to my attention that the search results for "Tina Belcher Horse TF" are negligible. Shame on you. Can't a girl have nice things?! Once my Xmas money comes in, I might have to pay one of you art-witch types to fix this.

#uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #greaterthananyforceintheuniverse

Sweet Antler Mother have mercy, I managed to dig up the original discussion where we drew up the wixxx* flags for Puzzlebox**.

I still giggle every time I see "no elves" and "elf-fucker." I wonder how many people thought I was serious about the MUCK-wide "no elves" policy? I was always sad there weren't more contraband elves there. :D

* (perverse equivalent of the "whatis" command from FurryMUCK et al; basically an index of kinks)

** (first attempt at a postfurry RP server)

I guess the first question is... SM:AC had "Build," "Explore," "Develop," and "Conquer."

What are the basic categories of our technology? Maybe Organic, Inorganic, Psycholinguistic (incl. aesthetics gender "techs"), and "Glow"?

(Could see "Glow" equivalent to "Dust" in the Endless series, or "Mana" in trad fantasy, covering both actual lightshows and "meta" powers most settings would call "magic"... Inspired by Thaminga's go, Glow could probably include "celestial"/"infernal" stuff too.)

After recent conversation with @Thaminga, I have the urge to attempt to draw up some kind of Civ-style tech tree for postfurries. Either from our actual microfandom's history, or some specific universe, maybe the 12F/13R world.

It'd probably be a hell of a lot like the SM:AC tech tree, albeit for a society that has better things to do with N-space compression than build missiles. >:D

(The point of the above is that being the Good Guys is not a fixed status. The board of this bizarre sociocultural strategy game moves constantly underneath our feet.

If there's one thing I learned from Buddhism, it's that things like Enlightenment, Virtue, and Social Justice are as relative and unfixed points as everything else in this cosmos-- and if you believe it has ever become inherent and final within you, you are either a bodhisattva or simply misinformed.)

The question we should all be asking ourselves is...

...what will the Wakeful Transgressive Youth of 2050 hate us for?

The Red Queen's Race of social progress will not suddenly stop once the current generation of old grey men is gone. I can imagine any number of issues, from bodily autonomy to neurotypology, that will keep us fighting amongst ourselves for centuries.

Age and progress will get you too. So. What's going to make the kids of 2050 shake their heads at you and curse?

Regardless, if they turn up to port the next morning-- or, if they chose the "combat" option, the morning after payment is settled with the clonebank-- they're bodyprinted a uniform, assigned a serial number, and sent on an expedition. "AWOL" is not a concept.

The message is clear: Mars will suffer neither fear nor ignorance. This, insists Coach Rezeya St. Hobbes, is how the Legendaries became the number one recreational warfare team in the Solar League.