Until some bastard up on Denali shot a football through it, just so humanity would feel loss for the first time in 15,000 years.

They grieved over a bulb cause they hadn’t lost anything else.

MOTHERFUCKER, YOU ARE A GIRL GODDAMN IT

Trans and disabled, so that limits my options a bit.

I think I’d just go back to 2011 and just vibe.

I’m playing it too, mostly I’m just struggling to go whack Heismay and instead just playing Monster’s Expedition yet again.

Monster’s Expedition never gets old.

I wish Metaphor had amounted to more, and I’m frustrated to see yet another calendar RPG.

It’s not a bad game, but it’s the same food they’ve made for decades.

Holy shit, fucking hell, now this is some goddamn wordplay!

I’m stealing this like the fucking British Museum.

March of the Dreadnoughts, from Final Fantasy XIII!

https://youtu.be/VZw9O0julsA?si=5CAsmLXxJLI-AmgZ

I think it’s my favorite instrumental piece of music.

Yup, there’s three rules about food:

1. Don’t eat what will kill you.
2. Eat stuff that tastes good.
3. Eat stuff that’s good for you.

As long as you never break rule one and only occasionally break rules 2 and 3, you’ll have a good time.

I’ve bought a house, got married, published two books, do stand-up and host a small game show, survived two strokes, transitioned, and have a lot of friends who think I’m tolerable.

I’m a trans woman, so I just keep my head level, pretend I don’t see them, and just walk on by, lest some low-information voter think I’m a child molester and try to get me.

That said, children are absolute trash at paying attention to their destination and their environment, so when they inevitably cross my path in the dumbest possible way, I stop walking until they figure out they should go around me. That way I don’t accidentally kick the tiny knee-high humans.

I was one, once.

I’ve mostly got English and Japanese. English is pretty hard. I’m just a turtle.

英語と日本語が話せる。日本語は簡単だ。亀だけです。