That is such an excellent response to a nosy and invasive question.
My reply would be, “Only if you tell me yours first! ” That way, they know what it is like to be asked that question and might just get some insight on why it would be offensive to someone to be asked that question.
As for me, you lovely readers know that I am gender ambivalent. I feel that I am both male and female and feel absolutely no pressure to “choose”.
I am both genders, dialed up to 11. If you can’t handle that, that’s your problem. I will just keep on being fabulous and amazing without you. Your loss.
I think I will start referring to myself as “megasexual”. That kind of gets the idea across.
Or maybe “metasexual”, just to fuck with people’s minds in a very Gen X, post modern, ouroboros kind of way.
Go ahead. Ask what it means. My answer will astound and confuse you, as befits my status as a trickster.
We’re here to make you think.
Meanwhile, in my other world
One of my computer components arrived today : the motherboard. So that, at least, is taken care of.
That means the CPU and the cooler have yet to arrive. The cooler shipped today, so I am confident it will be here soon.
That leaves the CPU, which is the one component coming to me from the USA and therefore is the wildcard.
Amazon says my guaranteed delivery date is this Tuesday, the 23rd, and I hope it makes it on time as I have asked spuug to come visit on Wednesday and things would get rather awkward if the CPU does not show up to the party.
It is, after all, the guest of honor.
I still can’t seem to make up my mind and pull the trigger on a case that I want, though. For someone reason, ordering it feels like a far bigger deal than ordering components.
Well, I was just ordering the components my fuzzy friends told me to order, so… not exactly a lot of decision making involved.
And as we know, I might have a really hard time with decisions sometimes. Especially the decision to take action.
Aw, but doing things means leaving the stinking, septic shelter of the world inside my head, and that’s scary and hard!
I keep circling back to the idea that in order to grow and change and escape my fetid tomb, I am going to have to willingly plunge my soul into the fires of creation by facing all my fear and rage and self-loathing head on and endure all the suffering my depression will throw at me to try to break my will so I can emerge pure and reforged on the other side of the flames.
But it’s so much easier to just keep letting things slide, even though they slide almost entirely downhill towards death.
Not better. Just easier.
And life’s too short to limit yourself to that which is easy,.
More after the break.
Nothing fucking works
Pardon my growling, but I ordered from Donair Dude and they gave me a 591 ml regular Pepsi instead of Diet Pepsi and it pissed me off.
Now I lodged a complaint and got a refund on the drink, so justice has been served and material damages have been covered.
But honestly, I am so tired of little fuckups like this that I am in the mood to get me some frigging punitive damages for emotional pain and suffering too.
I was really looking forward to that Diet Pepsi, partly for the flavour, but mostly for the caffeine. I am still addicted to it.
I shouldn’t be. But I am. Granted, I drink a lot less of it than I used to when my legs worked and I drank a liter of Diet Coke with lunch and again with supper.
You know. To help with my writing. Writing is traditionally powered by caffeine, isn’t it? Granted, it’s usually in the form of coffee or tea, but the principal holds.
Most days, I don’t miss it too much. I usually only miss it when I am sleepy but I need to go somewhere and/or get something done.
It helps a lot that my body doesn’t seem to realize that the cola I drink the most is caffeine free and so when I drink it, the cravings are satisfied.
I hope my body stays dumb like that.
Now I need a way to lose this shitty mood…
Fields of green
I know! I’ll post some lovely G-rated pics.
Like how about this majestic fellow?
I couldn’t figure out where I wanted the sun to be or how to get it there. One of these versions of Stable Diffusion needs to include the ability to just click and drag picture elements to where you want them to be.
As is, it kind of looks like the sun is shining out of his butt.
I have a fondness for tuxedo cats. You know, the black cats with the white chest? Some of the sweetest (and biggest) kitties I have ever known have been in formalwear.
And that inspired me to create this sophisticated fellow.
In my mind, he’s a prosperous businesscat who owns a small chain of fisheries with a storefront out front that sells the freshest fish in town.
Caught fresh today!
Let’s see, one more…. how about this family snapshot?
That’s either a kitten with a teddy bear, if you take the traditional view, or a teddy bear with a kitten if you go by volume.
Either way, it’s very sweet. I do good work.
For what it’s worth, the kitten is, indeed, naked. But tastefully so.
What do you know, it worked. I feel a lot less grumpy now.
I will have to remember this particular technique. Solving bad moods by the liberal application of cute memes.
That’s just so “me”, ya know?
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.