Please do not perceive me.

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Cake day: June 8th, 2023

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  • It’s not.

    You have an account on a server (instance). That server has an administrator. I have an account on a different server, which has a different administrator. We can speak to each other in the middle from these two separate servers, via federation protocols.

    The administrator(s) on your server are loud and proud authoritarians and frequently silence any discussion of general resistance, among other topics that they don’t like. This is not a personal failure on your part; there’s not much way to know about it except to be told or to inspect the mod logs yourself. Now that you’ve been told, though, you have the opportunity to move to a server that actually respects your right to speak on the internet.

    Or you may elect to stay on LW and be banned or censored without warning, and be lightly associated with auth-left idiots for anyone who knows what the LW admins are like. That is a choice that can be made.

    If you are going to make a move, I’ll warn you that .ml is known for similar. Just about most anywhere else is hosted by sane people, frequently as independent projects, even more frequently as a direct response to LW and ML’s dumbfuckery.














  • My first name is a random set of numbers and letters and other alphanumerics that changes hourly forever

    My last name, a thousand vowels fading down a sinkhole to a sussurus, couldn’t just be John Doe or Bingo

    My address, a made up language written out in living glyphs, lifted from demonic literature and religious text

    Telephone uncovered by purveyors of the Ouija, then checked against the CBGB women’s room graffiti

    My social, a sudoku

    My age is obscure

    My ‘in-case-of-emergency’ is in the daisies chasing birds

    Employed by trillionaires with perfect teeth and pores, and people who open doors for the people who open doors

    My medical history is a course at SUNY Buffalo

    Charlatan psychiatry and troubleshooting undertow

    Nervous in the service still,

    I’m burger meat and purple pills

    “Here, thank you. We’ll call your name.”

    Sure you will

    • Aesop Rock, “Shrunk”


  • HORUS is by a long shot my favorite LANCER manufacturer. In a world of mega-corporations and mercenaries, I like to throw my lot in with the anarchist collective that likes to play with space ghosts.

    But yeah, definitely. It barely matters. As an engineer of some renown once said,

    "For instance, how am I gonna stop some big mean Mother-Hubbard from tearin’ me a structurally superfluous new behind?

    The answer? Use a gun.

    And if that don’t work, use more gun."

    And there isn’t a lot of “more gun” you can do than staring down the many, many barrels of a Raleigh or Monarch unit.


  • I fucking love LANCER. In most settings, you get your hands on a literal infohazard and most people would (quite rightly) probably try to keep that under wraps. Oh, we’ve discovered an AI that wrote itself, that can invert its cameras and blast you with a holy fractal pattern that will permanently blind organics and can straight up kill you right through the cockpit of your mech without any physical damage. In a sane world we park this thing in cold storage and hope nobody finds it for the next millennium.

    In LANCER? HORUS got their hands on this, and their response was “overclock it, and point it that direction”, and the result is the Gorgon, one of the most dangerous and badass ‘support’ units in the setting. AI copilot programs have to put a big fuckin’ censor bar over Gorgon units in the field, so their pilot doesn’t just straight up die by catching it in their peripheral vision. An extruded Basilisk unit on a Gorgon can stop a pilot dead in their tracks with a full mental stun even through the NHP-filtering censor, it just shuts your entire brain down. The Basilisk pattern is akin to looking God right in the eyes, it’ll burn out your neurons if unprotected and it’ll turn you into a drooling mess for a minute or two even when suitably protected.

    And this is a defensive unit!