Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

Oh god, I'm too lazy to go looking for the link and I'm sure others can provide it, but... Angrboda's tweet about us.

They said REALLY NICE THINGS.

This is actually all a bit achy for me, because I still associate postfurry with all the embarrassment and overreaction I was prone to stirring up in the LJ days, but...

It's agonizing in SUCH AN AWESOME WAY, like wiggling a loose tooth. Eee. I really liked Angrboda to start with, so glad to know they like what we do. =n__n;=

Current #moodsnapshot: danger potato.

Given a good nap and a good couple hours to work up to it, I am gonna GNAW YOUR PINKY TOE OFF RAWWWRRRR but just end up napping again halfway through. https://awoo.space/media/VVmDBuAfPqdXxCvZEcQ

Ah, this may explain it: https://scidols.wordpress.com/2018/01/09/this-google-doodle-could-use-a-quick-google/

The author seems to be correct, but he also seems to be kind of a pedantic alarmist jerkass, you've been warned. -_-

I can't help noticing that the Google Doodle of Har Gobind Khorana had letters on the genes this morning (and in search top results for his name), but they're currently blank.

Now I'm desperately curious where the error was. XD

(the above is my homestar runner/zork zero/wonder showzen crossover fic, hope you liked it)

meme. what do?
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Arc-Weld

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Not complaining about any individual or individuals changing their names/identities, BTW! A couple people had gotten that impression, and I wanted to clarify. No, that's just the cost of doing business in fandom! I'm just grumbling because I haven't sorted out my personal identity rolodex in far too long. :)

This is why I like Seattle. It gets me. Most feline place I've ever lived. https://awoo.space/media/jWPS149t6OC-2338D2U

#moodsnapshot: I just wanna close all my work tabs, grab the nearest one of you with canid tendencies, and play stick-fetch in the park with you all day. (Sadly, this is not a real offer.)

And then you have this here loser I'm living with, who doesn't even know that you're supposed to poil slurgs in wixxel grease. -_-

*puts head on desk, feedbag full of Oreo crumbs still strapped to his face, and sighs*

Speaking of which, I'm walking into an interpersonal situation that scares the living fuck out of me. So it's probably a good time to reaffirm publicly that fighting with friends is the last damn thing I want to do, or see, right now.

So unless you're being, like, a gamer douchebag or something, the White Flag Of Plushistan currently flies over my castle and I probably just want to give you a hug.

You know what I need to do one of these days?

FIGURE OUT WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE.

My social circle regrew so fast-- and we all change names so much because we're goddamned furries and kobolds & whatnot-- I have completely lost track of who's who.

It's got to the point where I'm often scared of pissing someone off by communicating with the "wrong" person, because everyone assumes I know who the fuck else that person is. >_>;;

But I also just feel like a shitty uncle for not knowing the kids. :)

"If you're going through hell, keep going... until the flames consume you. It would save us quite a bit of clean-up." -- more honest Winston Churchill

Bed for me. Now. Before the hoofings start.

I don't even want to discuss what I just watched @anthracite do to this GIF, but my mood has certainly improved. c_c;;

https://i.imgur.com/vSQ9LRj.gifv

"Ugh. Fine. I've got literally nothing else to do."

Well. That was the most honest rallying cry I've heard in my life, and pretty accurate to my own feelings.

I really appreciated that this episode ended on the most minor and ordinary of miracles. Peridot isn't magically rescued from her despair. She's basically just handed a trowel and told "well, then DO something about it."

Yeah, that's about right. Still love you all. Got literally nothing else to do.

Yeah, it's about like this in here tonight.

Party on, Peridot. I'm pruning out right there with you. https://awoo.space/media/J-vd8xxxRNfIEKso6zg

That was not a good arc to come back to. Driving around with an unserved cell phone, looking for a single bar of service so you can tell if someone even still cares that you're alive and you haven't terminally fucked things up with them, only to find there aren't any messages-- and there probably aren't going to be unless you go make a damn fool out of yourself AGAIN for ANY sign at all-- feels like the entire last year of my life in so many agonizing ways.

I miss so many fucking people. I don't even know what to do to fix any of it. I just want to jump into a storage tube and come out when things are better. Or do nothing but snack and watch TV until (a) humanity gets its shit together (b) I'm not terrified of my own friends (c) the apocalypse starts.

I'll be okay. This is just a mood and I just needed to dump it somewhere. But it's been a bit too long since the opposite moods have been available. :|