today I realized that I am literally the only person in the world who knows how to do my job.

o.O

lots of people: Linux sucks
also lots of people: *use Linux literally daily*
lots of people: Bing sucks
also lots of people: *use Bing literally daily*

today is my official start date for my new position (metaphorically moving next door, transitioning from writer to voice designer!), and I thiiiiiink I’m going to be putting Daugment up for presale tonight. Friday the 13th of January is a DAY.

my work muse dropped in to pet my faux-fur coat and to describe me as “a constant anomaly.” I’ve never been so happy with a description of me in my entire life

I feel strongly that in my position of relative power, it’s not my place to speak for the voiceless, but to use my influence to make room for all voices to speak for themselves.

so I made a new friend (slash…fan?! it’s weird) at work and she reminds me a LOT of That Person I have Extreme Dislike for – but like, when she does the exact same things, it doesn’t have the same sense of…idk, absolutist condescension?? as if there’s an open mind behind the firm assertions? also she writes about sexuality in Mass Effect so

making falafel for dinner. then work calls. then space pirates.