Julia Rez

On getting the 9-3 MOTed this lunchtime:

I feel that 'passing with some minor issues that could do with attention' applies equally to me and the car...

Choreographing a fight scene in a cafe that involves a sword lesbian, her transphobic semi-autonomous combat armour, and the woman she thought had abandoned her, who is wearing a mech.

It's a romance, obviously.

(Do I get paid for this? No. _Should_ I get paid for this? Fkn obviously I should)

It's weird how systems of patriarchal/political control can be designed to be arbitrarily fucking awful to someone, yet the people who participate in those systems for money must never be allowed to feel bad for that willing participation.

Haha oh god.

Perhaps my tendency towards acting like a damn buckaroo-game donkey is rooted in being ignored, personally and professionally, when I allow as how $thing doesn't feel right for me.

I mean, we can likely chuck in transness, and thus giving off girl-vibes, as well as a good handful of NDness, back when I thought I was cosplaying cis well enough to pass.

Having a bunch of comedy domains, and them being hosted by a friend is _totally_ 90s internets biz.

Bonus points for the hosting box being a currant-bun or some random BSD.

So, um, where's a good place to get some hosting and mail provision these days?

Assume I'm the sort of person who ran ISPs for about 15 years, hand-patched postfix to do IPv6 on HPUX11i, threw out bind in favour of NSD after HAR2009 ... The absolute worst sort of customer, basically, because I knew how stuff worked then and assume it still works like that now.

TIL about Lillian Lawrence.

The YT footage is just lovely.

(The entirety precedented wpeejah edit war, somewhat less so)

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=BdZVaCGtXs8

#trans

I have no idea what's going on here. It's like an image macro or meme from an alternate fifties.

Is this what 6-7 means?

... Somewhere I had written a bunch of stuff about a conceptual psych/noise combo named The Hypnic Jerks, so I have been searching all the devices where I write things.

It's in the music notebook which is upstairs and thus beyond the reach of grep.

Probably. Actually, if it's not there and just lives in my imagination, that's probably better.