Space Vixen's Log

Stardate 2025.01.25

The future is here, and although lawmakers don't want you to believe it, boobs still exist.

And thus, a new day dawns on a new year ahead.

Possibilities LOOM in the distance, their potential bursting with untapped unknowns; droplets of yes and no in an ocean of slumber. I'm excited for some, absolutely dreading others, and clarity remains a luxury out of my reach. I'm flying half-blind in 2025, and there's no magic potion or crystal ball to help assuage my nerves. So I'm just gonna brush my teeth, comb my hair, don my fake anime boobs, and face 2025 with a song in my heart, hoping my own courage will also infect those around me.

And I think courage is what's needed most right now. Even without a concrete plan, the freedom of the internet is once again under assault by US lawmakers trying to crack the fuck down on pornography, and there are several key problems with this. For starters, porn shouldn't be outlawed. Adults have a constitutional right to post (and access) whatever they want to, as clearly evidenced by Twitter pushing automated bot swarms to flood its service with misinformation and explicitly pro-right-wing proper gander while suppressing anything remotely leftist, or anything that might hurt Musk's precious ego.

But more importantly, targeting "porn" also incentivizes lawmakers and oligarchs with big money in their pockets to constantly redefine what COUNTS as "porn". Right-wingers already hate us queers on principle, and if they label everything about us as "sexual", they can easily push to have all LGBT+ material (yes, even innocuous shit like basic sex education or episodes of Steven Universe) labeled as "porn", and I shouldn't need to explain why that's such a dangerous fucking precedent to set. Keep those laws off my body!

If that weren't bad enough, all of this is taking place during the mass enshittification of the internet and technology in general. The push to include AI tools in every single goddamn piece of software on the planet is a cancer that only serves to weaken them. It's bad enough that Google search results are now plagued with approximated and inaccurate summaries written by its so-called answer machine, and now you can't even image search for famous boobie models like Shione Cooper or Hitomi Tanaka without ALSO being subjected to AI slop renderings that only loosely resemble them.

Aside from misinformation and falsification of resources, it builds distrust in our ability to research things, leaving the public uninformed and more susceptible to mob mentality. AI generation is a failed pump-and-dump scheme by technology investors that is going to cause REAL and LASTING damage to humanity's ability to learn or fact-check anything. Distrust of research and knowledge enables the banning of books, and wouldn't you know it, that all ties in directly to whatever lawmakers decide they can label as "porn".

I didn't intend on "freedoom" being the primary subject of this blog entry, but honestly, 2025 is off to a fucking ROUGH start, and this shit has been weighing heavily on my mind. But so has rebellion, and I intend to keep it that way.

Well, in other (sadly just as depressing) news, Neil Gaiman turned out to be a totally fucked-up piece of work. After reading the deep dive article about him and learning his parents were Scientologists, I guess I shouldn't be surprised, but that traumatic childhood is just an explanation for his behavior, not an excuse. On the brighter side, disavowing ever reading another book by him has really encouraged me to finally stop dancing on the volcano's edge about it and get back into reading in general. I have a not-quite-a-vacation trip coming up, and a 3-hour train ride is the perfect time to catch up on things I said I would read years ago and just never did. A real silver lining for that dark cloud.

As far as my own creative endeavors go, they've been just a touch stifled by the soul-draining madhouse it's been at work thanks to the return of the students. I have been steadily writing and posting new reviews - just put up a great one for Flip Flappers - and working my way toward revisiting some long-awaited classics that should prove very fun to dig back into. I also haven't forgotten my desire to draw that slime girl vore comic, which is now hotter than ever considering it literally involves eating the rich and spitting up their bones.

Perhaps most importantly though, I've already started laying the groundwork for my next album, and the initial song sketches are sounding pretty sick. I'm going to continue pursuing the psychedelic horizon I've been aiming toward, but I'm also adding EVEN MORE jazz chords, time signature change-ups, and maybe I'll finally work up the courage to ask some fellow musician friends if they wanna collab with me! Appropriately, the theme for the new album will of course be hot nasty kinky sex in a world at war with it, and each song is gonna correlate to some kind of so-called sexual deviancy. My working title for the moment is "Horny Jail: Hard Time On The Penal Planet".

Speaking of music friends, have you checked out my Links page yet? I think even in spite of all the cool stuff *I* post on this site, even cooler is the myriad of OTHER pages you can jump to from here. Reclaiming the internet starts with bringing back the concept of "surfing" the web, aimlessly zig-zag wandering from site to site like you're checking out shops at a local mall, and every site should have a Links page full of OTHER PEOPLE'S sites for any given web surfer to potentially continue their journey in search of whatever tickles their fancy.

This visual I'm painting of aimlessly cruising through a mallscape is definitely inspired by a game I'm playing called Broken Reality. It's a surreal vaporwave-themed walking simulator about traveling across public chat servers in search of Likes and unraveling a mystery about what happened to make it the unsettling late-stage-capitalist fool's paradise it has become. I honestly think it could be a spiritual successor to Jazzpunk. It's THAT good.

Ooh, and another game I played the hell out of recently was Deathbulge: Battle of the Bands. A wacky music-themed RPG that surprisingly DOESN'T rely on rhythm minigames, and uses a battle system reminiscent of Child of Light. Really loved the characters and the game's sense of humor, wherein every building you enter requires you to kick the door down, and you kick it so hard that when you enter the room, you can see the door broken and embedded in the opposite wall. Absolute joy of a game, so glad I backed the Kickstarter for it all those years ago!

Anyway, I should probably wrap this thing up. As I mentioned, I'll be embarking on a four-day trip soon, and I'd like to think I can polish up another review before then, but don't be surprised if I don't. On top of being utterly exhausted from work, my body seems to think sleep is wrong, so I've been left mentally limp lately. I might just kick back for the foreseeable future, maybe focus on some new songs instead. Well, whatever I end up doing, just know that I will do it with my head held high and my pants on the floor.

Be well, my fellow space cadets. Stay happy, stay healthy, and ALWAYS stay queer. Love you.