Day Ninety-Seven

-A woman asked me to deduct change from a precious purchase of hers off of her current total, handing me an old receipt for validation. I think the world may finally have found the ultimate shopping strategy.

-In the middle of her purchase, a woman wordlessly walked around the register, looked at my butt, and returned to where she had been and continued paying. As a man, I am not used to this sort of treatment. As a human being, I am very confused, and even more upset.

-A four year-old told me that she did not go to Walmart. I told her that this was probably for the best. It’s best if we try to teach them young.

-An elderly woman, amidst a series of vague yet disconcerting threats, angrily demanded that I do not scratch her purchase of two-dollar plastic tubs. Shortly afterwards, she requested I hand her the coin change first, only to pull her hand away as I attempted to do so and shout at me for dropping her change. I am not sure at what point it happened, but sometime in this shift I successfully crossed into the Twilight Zone. I look forward to my swift and safe return.

-I watched on as a woman purchased over $2,300 in home decor, picking up a mountain of gorgeous rugs, furniture, and general miscellany. She may not know it yet, but she has a new roommate, and he runs a blog about Target.

I just rewatched Big Hero 6 plus the bonus features, and I am still tickled that one of the heads of story (I think) explicitly says something to the effect of “The superpowers aren’t what make these heroes great. Iron Man isn’t great because of the armor; he’s great because he’s Tony Stark.”


Hi, excuse me, fandom, see these tiny maple candies? They are VERY SMALL and will probably not taste very good and I had to go LIKE FIFTEEN SUBWAY STOPS AWAY to buy them, expressly for Wednesday night, and now I think they won’t even last a DAY because I want to eat them so badly.

I’m in Big Maple’s pocket!


Today’s attempt to make RAWRtorialist happen: these super fun space dinosaur patches from designosaurYEAH (aka Karli and Jacques) on Etsy. Honestly, who wouldn’t want to support the Intergalactic Dinosaur Space Corps? 

Show here:

Triceratops space pilot wings patch

Triceratops spaceship patch

Velociraptor astronaut patch

These awesome designs are totally ready for launch. Sorry, not sorry. :) 

- Summer

To my followers:

If you are lgbtqai+, disabled, mentally ill, non-Christian, struggling financially, a POC, and/or an immigrant or family member of an immigrant, this is for you.

I live in middle Tennessee in the United States. I’m 27, genderqueer, biracial, nonreligious, able-bodied, mentally ill. I have a car and my own bedroom in a house with four other people (though it should be back down to just my sister, her boyfriend, and me by the end of this month, August 2017) and a cat.

If you’re ever in the area and need a place to lay low, we have an air mattress, a full-sized bed in my room, and another full-size bed plus a couch in the living room. I’ll feed you. You can shower here. The cops and SWAT and Christ himself can show up at my door, and I won’t tell any of them you’re here if you don’t want me to.

If you ever need an escort to a clinic or on any of the college campuses or – anywhere, really, I will do my damnedest to be there for you. If your vehicle breaks down and you need a ride to safety, I will do my damnedest to come for you. If you need a protest/sit-in/demo-buddy, I will do my damnedest to go with you.

Anyone, including people who don’t follow this blog, can message me. Reach out, and I will do everything in my power to help you, protect you, and support you. I won’t let you face this alone.


SVTFOE Goofs and Gaffs

What am I gonna do with Toffee? 

1.  The tasty solution

2. Miscellaneous Miscellany 

3. Toffee vs the real lizard

4. Any of Toffee’s appearances could be improved with more gymnastics

5. Bouncy trouncy flouncey pouncey fun fun fun fun fun

6. He was just trying to dry the dishes - he panicked

7. Oh Marco you RASCAL

Seriously, what am I going to do with this lizard?


So you may have noticed that I have vanished from Tumblr for a while. I apologise for doing so without letting you guys know what was up on my end. I don’t really want to dump a bunch of stuff about my personal life on you guys, as most of you are here for Homestuck nonsense, not the nonsense of my own situation XD

Nevertheless I feel like I owe you guys some form of explanation. What it boils down to is that my mental health isn’t super hale these days, and that has kind of blindsided me, because I’ve been pretty lucky in that regard for most of my life (or so it seemed at the time). So I’m trying to figure out myself and how I should carry on from here forward. It’s been challenging and draining, and will probably continue to be.

I have really enjoyed reading Homestuck and conversing with everyone in the fandom, which has been surpassingly welcoming of my non sequitur appearance on the scene. I honestly hope I will be able to continue my liveblog soon, but I have to admit that I can make no such promises. 

With luck, this will be nowhere close to the last you hear of me.


I went to a philosophy discussion group at a Unitarian Universalist church in Virginia today. Somehow, that sentence strikes me as utterly hilarious, and I have no idea why. It was held in a large high-ceilinged room with floor-to-ceiling windows, silk banners with children’s paintings clumsily sewn onto them on the walls, a covered piano in the corner, and nothing else aside from the circle of folding chairs in the center. At the beginning, the moderator, a bubbly enthusiastic woman, lit a candle in the center of the circle and “did a reading”. Throughout the discussion on fate and free will, @dataandphilosophy and I exchanged glances whenever someone made a particularly awful point, or just when we found something funny, which was at least half the fun for me. I seem to have developed a reflex around the phrase “rich white boys” that makes me want to disregard anything surrounding it, which doesn’t seem to be a particularly bad heuristic.

I knew, but perhaps hadn’t fully appreciated, just how much most of the discussions I have in this community are based on a shared groundwork. We might disagree, but we at least mostly agree on the battlefield, and for them I had to try draw a map of it from scratch with a few sentences. It’s good to get out of one’s bubble on occasion.

I got complimented for my clarification at the end. I also, in nearly the same breath, got asked if I had been raised Jewish. I fully confess that I may have made more Jewish cultural references than I should have, just for the irony of doing so the first time I’ve ever been in a church as anything other than a tourist somewhere like the Sacre-Couer. I, the atheist, was also the person who mentioned god the most. I may have also found this more amusing than I should have.

After most everyone had left, as we were standing around talking, I heard piano music, and glanced into another room to see one of the people who’d participated in the discussion, a woman with dyed blonde hair that had struck me as somewhat unoriginal, playing. I couldn’t tell if her music was good or not, but it filled the empty room nevertheless. I grinned at her, and she grinned back, and then I had to leave. On the train home, one of the rationalists that had arrived with me talked to me very enthusiastically about baseball, the Yankees, and how more rationalists should be into sports. Right before I left to transfer to another line, he received a text from his friend that he’d been asking for updates that the Yankees had won their game.


“Can I ask you a weird question” is one of my least favorite lead-ins to a conversation because I live in constant fear of how weird the question is going to be. I’d rather be obliquely insulted by my friends about my chest size a thousand times than have to field one real-life inquiry into whether I draw comics about cat yaoi on the Internet!

Catharsis Achieved

So I’ve managed to calm down from the state of agitation I was in when I wrote that earlier update. I’m still intend to continue Homestuck liveblogging tomorrow, but I wanted to take a moment to reassure anyone who might have been concerned by that anger-post from earlier. I am okay. Not much actually happened, to be honest; I just got pretty stressed out. It’s been a pretty unfortunate week in general and today was emphatically not a pleasant addition.

On top of the actual hectic and stressful events of the past few days, I’ve honestly been feeling overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people who have come out of the woodwork to follow me. Don’t get me wrong; I am thrilled and humbled by the fact that you’re enjoying my work, and it’s incredibly encouraging to me, but also I never expected to be under such scrutiny so quickly, while I’m still so new to the field and fumbling in the dark more often than not. And when I physically can’t liveblog or am too tired to do it well it feels like a betrayal to all you who gambled on my growing into the enormous task I’ve chosen for myself.

I’ve more or less ended up rambling, but it’ll probably be good to have this stuff off my chest. What it boils down to is that I’m honored beyond words that so many have chosen to see where I’m going with this and I’m simultaneously petrified I’ll flub something critical or not be able to follow through. I’m not very good at putting this kind of thing in to words but, thank you everyone, and please try to bear with me.

Now I’m exhausted, so I’m going to trundle off to the safety of my bed and more or less die until tomorrow morning. Best wishes, everyone!

PS: Since I’m already rambling, I’d like to invite anyone who wants to to talk to me whenever you want. Unfortunately I can’t get to know everyone who has followed me, but I do want to talk to you! I didn’t start this project to isolate myself from the world. And no one should be intimidated to interact with me, as a few have told me they were. I’m just a weird nerd who doesn’t quite know how technology works and who somehow ended up writing about reading Homestuck years after I should have gotten into it.