Alvaro @OMGTehAwsome@queer.party

Better rip off the old #introductions band-aid so people don't think I'm a poorly written bot.

I'm Al. I'm an old school bisexual, just because they didn't have the word "pan" back when we were driving our hot rods to the malt shop and getting an egg cream for a dime.

I love indie comic books, comedy and cooking. My TV is always blaring something, since otherwise I get lonely.

I'm as broken as everybody else and my coping strategies are pretty terrible, but I make do.

Fuck... Cadence of Hyrule is really dang fun.

I'm not a huge non-fiction fan, but this was a pretty fun one. I'm glad someone got to tell the tale of Elizebeth fighting bootleggers and Nazis with her brain and a radio.

Ahhhhhhhh! Please, god, I just want something with contrast.

For the love of all that is good and holy! This is a *comedy*! Why is all modern TV unwatchable outside of a goddamn dark room?

Is it so wrong for me to want to be able to watch a dark, brooding show while the sun is still out? This lighting drives me nuts.

Had to share this awesome art I found while hunting for food downtown

“Cuties call my dick Chamomile because it’s hot, sweet, and a sip makes ‘em sleepy.”

(Thank you, @StephanieRose, for helping me fix this cursed joke that popped into my brain.)

Got home pretty late last night and knew dinner would take a while, so I ran to the bodega and grabbed us some pita and hummus to snack on during. Before we could finish I whisked it away, added some apple cider vinegar and a water to make an improvised dressing, which I tossed with some Brussels slaw and diced chicken. Topped with with crumbled pita chips for texture, of course.

The girlfriend declared it absolutely delicious.

I summoned my inner Martha Stewart and I feel stronk.

Kind of a neat view of how people can fall into a technical dystopia even with positive intentions. Marred by the fact that the main character could have literally been replaced by a pile of mashed potatoes.

The fucking Scrabble game I keep fucking playing insists uwu and yeeting aren't real words. Bro, have you even fucking heard of the fediverse?

I hope your whole day feels like reading a good book in a comfy chair, with a sleeping kitten on your lap and a cozy blanket around your shoulders.

Grisly, and a little interesting as far as Austin's local history, but it's a whole lot of fluff. Of course it just fizzles without any sense of completion, but what else would you expect with an unsolved crime?

So I got a new bug report in at work that reminded me of you, fediverse friends:
Trans Mode: Squished

Twas Androgyny killed the Cis-Hets.

Gosh... I'm a little sad that I didn't enjoy this book as much as I wanted to. It started off strong, but it almost starts to fight you along the way. The childhood section becomes obsessive about describing detailed bullying. Then we jump and the tone changes, leading to less than fluid adult dialogue and romances without a lick of chemistry. There are so many plot elements that just... don't pay off in any way.

Interesting world, I'll give it that.

"Jesus, now that's a face only a mother would love to sit on."

Context-free line from the book I just started:
"Ice cream was for assassins who finished their targets."