Gobbin Halfglass, Failed Homebrew Maker

I literally just want to browse one website without having politics jammed down my fucking throat at every turn. I’m well aware that fucked up shit is happening, fucked up shit has happened consistently since the first asswipe who decided he was better than the rest of his species convinced people he was right. I don’t give a fuck which side you’ve decided you’re on, I can only offer platitudes which are useless in aiding your struggles anyway, and I don’t want your fucking one-sided propaganda and political tribalism in my god damned life and if the only way to remove those things from my life is to cut you out of it, so be it. I am beyond caring which faction it’s coming from or criticizing at this point. I’m going to make Tumblr my one politics-free space and I will curate my dash until it happens. I’m putting my fucking foot down and I will not apologize if anyone has opinions on this. In fact, I will likewise not hesitate to simply block anyone who tries to give me shit for daring to want to engage with the world without stressing once in a while.

I can’t even patrol in the hail. The damage would pile up pretty fast with the wind driving it this hard and I’m pretty fuckin’ sure my bosses would prefer not to be liable for that while I’m on the job. Not keen on enduring that myself, either. Pretty sure it’d damage my umbrella pretty badly if I tried to go that route. No way in fuck I’m asking someone to drive on what now looks to be a quarter inch of loosely packed hard ice crystals and I don’t drive because frankly cars are terrifying and wasteful and should never have been made a cornerstone of this society. Anything smaller will lose control even easier in this. So anything with wheels is pretty much out.

Once your sleep schedule adjusts your brain just kinda registers when you wake up as “morning” and you end up saying “good morning” to people at 2:30 PM and “good night” at 7 AM without really thinking about the fact that the sun should be on the other side of the sky when you say those things. It makes people look at you funny.

These things trigger something primal and positive in my mind despite the advanced technology. Mechs are the peak of man and machine to me. Nature and science colliding to produce something so much grander than either could be alone.

Crab shaped hovercraft with two clamps for interacting with things or grabbing onto docks.

Lobster shaped battleships with cannon claws.

Nautilus shaped cargo vessels!

Hermit crab shaped flying houseboats with a driver’s seat like a horse drawn carriage in front of the shell!

I really, really want to like Sonic as a whole more. Like the whole franchise. Grew up trying to hunt emblems and secrets in Sonic Adventure on the Gamecube. Listened to Crush 40 growing up because god DAMN Sonic Heroes and Follow Your Heart are bangers and I got a bunch of their music on CD one birthday after talking about how a real band did the game music I was always listening to. Apparently it’s in my blood because my mother, who I’ve seen hold a game controller maybe twice my entire life, got all the chaos emeralds in the original Sonic The Hedgehog game before having me. She shows zero interest in gaming my whole life and casually drops that info one day

But… I just cannot get past the fanbase, man. Not only because of the bizarrely intense gatekeeping that happens but because things get way too weird way too fast way too often. At this point even if I found a solid branch of the community with no flaws, it’s still tainted my perception of the source material.

Sometimes the bar is literally as low as “Don’t be insufferable” and some fandoms can’t even do that.

I’m also one hundred percent sure they’re waiting for us to get our collective shit together as a species before making contact. I wouldn’t want to step into the pile of shit that is global human politics either. Let alone elevate a species that’s still prone to waging large scale wars for arbitrary reasons to a spacefaring species.