Someone is DDOSing the internet archive, so we've been down for hours. According to their twitter, they're doing it just to do it. Just because they can. No statement, no idea, no demands.
Meanwhile, we literally rescued 400,000 dissertations from being pulped.
I like our side.
Hola, amigues y aliades LGBTQIA+ hispanohablantes en el eastside
¿Quieres hacer conexiones? !Estamos inaugurando un grupo social!
Por favor llene el fomulario: https://bit.ly/Union-queer-latina
Hello, Eastside Spanish-Speaking LGBTQIA+ friends and allies!
Would you like to connect? We are launching a social group!
Please fill out interest survey at https://bit.ly/Union-queer-latina
Remember, remember!
The nya of Nekoember,
The Catgirl treason and plot;
I meow of no reason
Why the Catgirl treason
Should ever be forgot!
Thoughts Before Bed
I was working on a video for our riffing group that used scenes from the last section of 2001, where Dave Bowman is the only human alive on a big ship orbiting Jupiter. Kubrick and Doug Trumbull really get across the absolute solitude he's in without really ever showing him.
I enjoy solitude. It's the only time I feel like my defenses are down and all the masks are off. It's made me very much a recluse, although not a shut in. I go out, participate in society, I've become incredibly public this last year. I like going out and doing stuff. But at the end of the day, I get to be one person alone in this apartment that's too big for me. And while I feel that solitude that Dave Bowman had out there all alone, I enjoy it.
I'm likely going to lose it before too long asI lose the apartment. And while I do enjoy living with Crystal and Lissa, I find that I'm already missing that solitude. They give me my space, absolutely, and I've always appreciated that. But I enjoy the real solitude I have here.
One of the things I'm hoping is that VR can deliver that feeling. Big spaces just for me. All contained in a little headset. I already have an apartment in VR, as well as a lonely cabin. I may try to rebuild this place, or even better, the house I was going to build in Texas before the land was sold.
Maybe a big old spaceship orbiting Jupiter like Dave Bowman.
Artist for Closetspace and A Wish for Wings
Creative Text Writer for MTG: Universes Beyond
Writer for Sea of Legends
One enchilada short of a Mexican Platter