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Missed dance class so I just went straight to Phoenix to pick up BEANWORLD BOOK 4!!! and some other comics. Think I'll read Kim & Kim first.

Fuck every single auto-flush toilet I've used on this trip. Without fail they have all decided that they need to flush in the time between me putting a seat cover on them and me lifting my skirt and getting ready to sit down. One did it three fucking times before I was fast enough.

This is why I usually still stand up to piss.

Oh geez it's been delayed and I'm not hitting Seattle until after midnight fml

I should have gotten an earlier flight to Seattle despite them all being two legs. I've been mooning about the Vegas airport too damn long today.


this is probably a long shot but if you know any Amiga-interested people in Japan please point them towards this big >free< lot of hardware and software available today only

Lyft driver: Last night I was coming out of a casino at 1AM. A hundred and three degrees. I felt ONE raindrop. It rains here so rarely.

Vegas: [starts raining]

I spent a few minutes after I got dropped off just standing out in the pickup/drop off area, enjoying the scent of ozone and the light drizzle. Bye, Vegas.

Sittin' in a downtown Vegas cafe called "Eat." Period included. I figure getting the fuck away from the Strip is more likely to have decent food. And less of an ambience of MONEY SUCKING VOID ALL AROUND ME.

I haven't been tooting much this trip despite vowing to choose that over Twitter; this is because Amaroq is a bit iffy with posting images, and that's been a lot of my tweets.

I have come to the conclusion that the further away you are from the Strip, the better Vegas is. The casino zones are like the worst iteration of Disneyland ever, where you have slot machines instead of rides, and all decor is a show of faux wealth. It is not enough to have a five story high LED screen between a pair of columns that are themselves covered in LED screen; this screen must primarily display "shimmering gold" themed animations.

Between the Carnival branding in the Rio and the Mardi Gras theme bits in Harrah's, I feel like I should be getting a discount for being able to prove I'm from New Orleans or something.

(I took the shuttle bus from the Rio to Harrah's, they're like owned by the same people or something I think. I dunno. Vegas.)

Las Vegas feels like what you get when capitalists try to do Burning Man. A huge impractical city in the desert, full of colorful lights.

Last night I learnt that there is a man whose day job is eating disgusting or borderline inedible things on Youtube. He has hordes of eager viewers willing to watch him eat a tiny raw cactus, or a cooked tarantula, or jet mustard and ketchup up his nose.

This is his living. Because this will get enough views to bring in the ad revenue.

Isn't the attention economy wonderful?

In other news this grip strengthener has migrated to my light coat's pockets and I am surprising myself by ACTUALLY USING IT now. It's a great fidget. Instead of walking somewhere catching up on Twitter to give my hands to do, I can give my fingers a workout. Switch from hand to hand a few times, put it in my pocket, and let my thoughts wander instead of playing the Horror/Porn/Amusement roulette of Twitter.

👉🏾Should I wear the dragon mask instead of actually performing "expressions"?

Things I asked myself while recording a brief Kickstarter video in front of my bookshelves:

👉🏾Should I move some books around to contrast with me better?
👉🏾Should I take off this book with GIANT SANS SERIF TYPE on its 2" wide spine?
👉🏾Why are there so many empty weed bags around the stacks of books in front of the shelves?

"This old dress doesn't fit any more because my tits are too big" is the best goddamn feeling in the world. Or at least it is for a transwoman like me.

extreme vehicular abuse O__o Show more