

Rose Lalonde
@tenebrificTermagent
Your favorite way of looking forward.

My time in recent days has been spent watching the Outdoor Boys and musing to myself about how I could absolutely do that, to every impressive thing he does, while knowing full well I could not.

Oh, Lune from Clair Obscure Expedition 33. We are really in it now.

I too am in this episode.

Yes, yes. Hello chittr user grimCue. It is good to see you too.

I decided to take a crack at the troll version of artfight. I now have a better understanding of violence as a medium of artistic expression and what the doctor I consulted called 'holy lord, your rib is backwards, I have to call my University professor and ask him what to do about this.' The most embarrassing part of the whole experience was the fact that they took one look at me in all of my sickly frail glory and threw in who I assume was the benchwarmer to do me in given the fact he kept apologizing.

I have been reminded that to some, violence IS art. I need a moment to reflect on this lapse in judgement.

I am going to be a little inactive as I am going to try and participate in artfight this year. We have two versions of it on my Earth C, one used primarily by human, consorts, and carapacians; while the other is almost exclusively used by trolls and is less about art and more about standing in a pit and beating the pulp out of one another. In fact I do not know why it is called artfight at all. I think it is just trolls beating each other up.

Can a Beforan and an Auto-Responder really fall in love?

Apparently I post a lot.

I have never been silly in my entire life and anyone who claims otherwise is a detractor attempting to defame my carefully curated public image. They may use such as lies as 'The W Incident', to which I counter with "That did not happen." and "If that did happen, how did you know about it? I was thirteen years old in my own house. Who are you?"

The dashboard is deadly slow today, hm?

I may even try to get something productive done, if I am feeling crazy, insane, and even a little bit nuts.

I actually have a lot of energy today. I may even go for a walk. If I post in twenty or so minutes about how I am sitting on my couch in pain, forget I said this at all.

I awoke with whispers between the searing shots of head pain telling me good things may be coming my way today. At least the powers that be are feeling generous.

Gloomweiss.

I think we do not need to talk about what action each class performs. I think there is evil context behind all of this.

My. I fell asleep for a long time. Angrily rambling about the technically-flanderization of your favorite field of study takes a lot out of a woman.


And now, to the surprise of no one, my head hurts. Goodnight. Don't let the Sigmund bite.

At the very least say something else. Oedipus this. Electra that. Did you know Freud didn't coin the Electra Complex? His disciple-turned-rival Jung did as an extension of Freud's very limited research on what he called the negative Oedipus complex. This wasn't because Freud just forgot to focus on that particular aspect, it was because Freud was (believe it or not) a raging misogynist who did not care about what was on the mind of a woman if it was not his own mother. His limited research into the daughter-mother aspect of psychosexuality was entirely focused on how that related to men. Also, this should go without saying, both the Electra and Oedipus complexes have nothing to do with siblings. They are entirely about the inherent competitive drive Freud believed men developed through psychosexual stages of their lives; and the penis envy (yes, he called it that) felt by women through those stages. All that aside, do what you want. Say what you want. Use whatever you want to justify what you like, I am not your mother (Thank God).

























