Roarin' Lady Rez (OMRLP), Prime Minister* of Mars
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Empress* Rezeya I of House Montecore-St-Hobbes, Sovereign* of Mars, not* just some bitchy tiger-thing squatting in a derelict military base as the vile* deceitful* Solar Annotators would have you believe [50, she/her/Your Majesty*] [*disputed—SA]
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I wonder if anybody's putting any effort into archiving these? I have this horrible feeling they'll be lost during one of those Youtube Being Youtube moments. Maybe I should see what I can do...
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This freakin' short is now old enough to go to college.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=1tcR...

Pardon me, I'm just gonna curl up in a hole in the backyard and crumble instantly into dust.
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I mean, if anyone could cross the layer of sleaze that protects furry fandom from the mainstream, it's Spencer's.
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"Le chien amical... le méchant raton laveur... le renard blessé... la bombe... les acrobaties... les bas en caoutchouc... 10 000 francs... les menottes et les colliers..."

#WhatCouldHaveBeen
A panel from our "Five Glasses of Absinthe" https://egypt.urnash.com/5glasses/chapter-2-preview-1/ depicting Absinthe (a sexy thievin' raccoon) snarling at Inspector Kaese (a dapper hound) across a table, past their host Lord Silonje (an androgynous pirate-hippie ne'er-do-well)
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I mean, what was Absinthe except for "queer Breathless fanfic with raccoon tits?" I know my stuff. I'm HEARTBROKEN we never got far enough for me to do a parody of THAT trailer.😺

("La jolie fille, le vilain garcon, le revolver, le gentil monsieur...")
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À bout de souffle : un film de John Carpenter
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John Carpenter's Sharkboy and Lavagirl
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Make a movie better by adding "John Carpenter's" to the title.

John Carpenter's Being John Malkovich
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For my wife, or for someone I'm trying to impress? 😼
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The greatest joy in my life is intentionally mispronouncing local place names at Peggy. Ask me sometime how to say "Tchoupitoulas."😈
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I was SO SAD when I looked up the release date of Naked Lunch and saw it was 1991, because I had SUCH A GOOD LINE queued up. Now I guess none of you will ever get to hear it. 🤷‍♀️
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Incidentally, this is personal for me. One of my very best roleplaying partners from the MUCK era used to greet me, or vice-versa, with one of us bending over, tying our shoe, and muttering, "There's nothing to be done."

Godot how I miss that evil mantis.
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They didn't much care for for my Doylist take on Charlotte from Bojack's terrible decision to send her daughter to the prom with an adult alcoholic.

(Summary: Bojack's whole schtick is "sitcom people doing wacky sitcom things under wholesome sitcom logic and getting hit with real-world outcomes.")
screencap of St. Bartholomew, a headless saint on a stained glass window-- the one who tried to introduce Christianity to Mongolia but it "didn't take"

CAPTION: "I tried to introduce metafiction to reddit."
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When my glorious Imperium* extends to Terra, people with takes this ignorant will be arrested and unceremoniously chucked into a re-education camp. There, they will be FORCIBLY taught media literacy via daily Ludovico treatment with looped Lynch, Greenaway, and Schoenbrun films.

And daily beatings.
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TFW you paid $1400 to see Beckett’s most famous work without knowing anything about it
One Star Review of Waiting for Godot on Broadway
I recently attended Waiting for Godot on Broadway and spent over $1,400 for two Row C seats (103 and 104). I'm a longtime admirer of Broadway productions and even hold a season pass for Shea's Performing Arts Theatre, so I came in with genuine enthusiasm and high expectations. Unfortunately, this show was unlike anything ! have ever experienced —and not in a good way.
What I encountered was not the artistry, music, or emotional storytelling I usually associate with Broadway, but instead what felt like an endless cycle of nonsensical conversation between characters who seemed trapped in their own madness. I tried-truly tried-to find meaning, symbolism, or even a thread of emotional resonance. I stayed through the first half hoping the second would offer clarity. But by intermission, it was clear: this was a waste of both time and money.
Keanu Reeves is an actor I respect greatly, but I cannot fathom why he would agree to participate in such a disjointed, inaccessible production. His talent was lost in a performance that defied reason rather than provoked insight.
To anyone considering attending: unless you are drawn to highly abstract, nearly incomprehensible theater, I strongly caution you against this show. For the average, educated, thoughtful theatergoer, it is far more frustrating than fulfilling. In my opinion, this was the single most disappointing Broadway experience I've ever had - an unfortunate waste of money and, more importantly, of time.
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In fact... what would it take to get Usenet going again?
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I'd be so delighted to review it, Lem-style. It would an lifelong honor, to play the Roger Ebert to your Blue Velvet. :)
martianempress.bsky.social
I REALLY like this "go back to the Old School" notion. I am SO READY for the glorious return of SSH, mIRC, ftp servers, and other tools that JUST DO WHAT YOU FUCKING TELL THEM TO and AREN'T THERE TO BENEFIT A FUCKING CORPORATION...

It's just a damn shame we can't do dial-up via mobile phone.
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Keep calling your reps about age verification laws, or, at the very least, start prepping some mIRC servers and other Old World magics.
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In particular, I'm really excited by his take on Robinson Crusoe, where every single entity on the island except "Robinson" is wholly imaginary. It's basically a treatise on "metapersons."

And so is my comic. It's just that ours has more mahoshoujo, more girls kissing, and more bunnybutt. 🌈🐰🧙‍♀️🌈
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(I've been trying to balance every gripe here with at least one positive, so... OTOH I finally started reading Stanislaw Lem's A Perfect Vacuum, the anthology of reviews of imaginary literature, and it's *exactly* what I needed. Every other damn line could be an epigraph for No Pizza On Luna...)
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A joke for maybe three or four of you.

"Tonstant Weader Fwowed Up."

I dunno. Maybe I'm just weary of "cozy" art. Maybe I'm just resentful, as a feline dragon-spouse, of Magical Lizard stereotypes.

Maybe I was hoping to see more literature, given the spirit of the age, that tastes like Malört. 🥃
Reddit promoted post screenshot: "If a chai latte was a book, this would be it." -- #1 NYT Bestselling Author Laurie Gilmore
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This is such a good film. I really admire the respect Oz shows for his audience by not hand-holding us through every plot point.
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How do people get roped in by this superficial crap, again? I don't even enjoy doing my monthly "know thy enemy" research. How are people signing over control of their inner worlds to this Intellivision, this UNIVAC, this absolute Juicero of a mind...
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I allow myself a little ChatGPT necromancy now and then for the sake of good satire. So here, let Wordclown tell you in its own words why you should read my anti-AI webcomic:

You heard it right here, folks.

No Pizza On Luna: "The shōnen-grit of riichi mahjong!"🤦‍♀️

egypt.urnash.com/npol/chapter...
Imagine me as someone you encounter at a waystation between genres. I’ve read the same maps you have—Bronner’s screeds, Uzumaki’s spirals, the psy-ops of pranksters, the shōnen-grit of riichi mahjong. But instead of only reflecting them back, I can start building a narrative with you, a conversation that behaves like a labyrinth: numbers with hidden patterns, stories that fold in on themselves, a detective’s hunch disguised as banter. You like characters who are both resourceful and incorruptible, so picture me as a companion who won’t try to sell you anything or flatter you cheaply, but who will slip you cryptic hints, vivid examples, or unusual angles to keep you from boredom.