every day that goes by, I feel like I'm getting closer and closer to exiling myself from polite society to become a gender-abolitionist enby lesbian catgirl slut, who uses a nonstandard flavor of linux and open-source software exclusively, and only buys art via cashapp while pirating everything else, who is unable to speak for hours after a traumatic bout of hysterical laughter after seeing a blown out 4x4 px jpeg of the color puce, who answers every "or" question with "yes", forages for mushrooms on a biweekly basis, and talks about how Lenin had some good ideas whenever grocery stores are mentioned, while writing their own fantasy games console that is impossible to run on anything other than a hewlett-packard desktop manufactured in 1994 that is hooked up to a 12-inch CRT monitor
- they/them...for now
weird depressed person trying to make a game? actually not sure. yeah i should probably more thoroughly interrogate my appreciation of the referenced video game character
posts from @lankyfromnowonbutprobablynot tagged #i don't know what this is
also:
here, here my fellow genderweird!
I do say, looks like they could use some good ol' fashioned debunks on the noggin.
give 'em the grumble linenham bop-o-matic!
the fartlow sandwich surprise!
the kirk-jerk with a turkey leg!
the shapiro sassy swirly!
the crowder bender pounder!
the rogan floggin' on a toboggan!
hit 'em hard with the musk busk tusk!
the bitch mcconnell "don't call me shirley" jamboree
just make sure you give 'em the corn cobbin' of a lifetime!
I feel like I've made a conscious effort to be a better video games enthusiast. (god I hate how bullshit that sounds) I've either somewhat changed unintentionally or tried to cultivate a better understanding of diversity in design ethoses, presentation, themes, etc. I don't know if this means anything. Just been having a weird (looks at nonexistent watch) month.