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Semiotic Standard: the icons from Alien

Following on from our Solar System transit map, we settled on this as our next vector art project: recreating the "Semiotic Standard" icons used to decorate the Nostromo spaceship sets in the 1979 film Alien.

We also thought it'd be fun to make them usable as fediverse emoji, so we did that.

Find the full set in emojo form here:

See the attached image, or, for examples.

We'll be publishing large SVG files of these, too - as soon as we get the source file sorted out so we can export them easily. (we still suck at illustrator lol) In the meantime, we hope you enjoy these, and watch this space for more!

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The Solar System: A Transit Map

Ever wanted to take a bus from Earth to another planet entirely? Us too! If we could, this is the map we’d use to get from here to there. Now you can use it to do that, too!

Physical things that have this on them:

Different sizes, transparent backgrounds:

We want to make this into a depiction of a solarpunk future, designed by consensus, that we'd all love to see! If you have ideas or thoughts on that, please add them to this thread:

More at our website:

Special thanks and 💜 : @anarchiv @RedFuture @velexiraptor

We hope you enjoy it, and please feel free to boost and share with anyone you think might like it!

real life is a roguelike because it’s procedurally generated and has permadeath

@gardevoir Do I look like an ASCII interface? Gives new meaning to the phrase "Don't at me" >:P

@cypnk Combine that handset with an acoustic coupler plus a portable like the Model 100 and you can get online when you're on the go.

musing, that high school d&d game 

so. old school, gygax-original D&D had an item called, iirc, "girdle of sex changing" or "belt of sex changing" depending on the edition. this item had little value, no useful purpose, and every intended connotation you would expect a gaggle of longhaired-but-balding-aged dorks in the late 70s/early 80s to cook up.

in my junior year of high school, i was in a d&d game with some of my classmates and our art teacher, a bear of an ordained greek orthodox priest whose resume included performance art done in the nude, and whose presence among the faculty of a roman catholic high school seemed no less perplexing to him than to anyone else. one got the sense that he'd applied for the job more or less as a joke, and on receiving an offer decided to do pretty much as he liked, on the theory that the worst that could happen was he'd get fired from
a job he'd never expected in the first instance to have. it was, though, a job he seemed to take fairly seriously, where the actual teaching was involved. oh, he was as terrible at it as one might expect, in a narrowly technical sense, but he did a decent job of making us imagine we might possibly not be, and that counts for something too.

anyway, you can probably guess where this is going, given how it opened and where it headed. the part that confused me was that i didn't quite seem to *mind*; funny as everyone else was obviously finding it, i'd have expected to be more embarrassed than i found myself in fact to be, and less regarding the dismay i evinced as a performance of its own sort. oh, some of it was real, to be sure, but only some, and i wondered a bit at that. this was my *junior* year, recall. i wasn't out yet, and i think wasn't entirely sure what i considered myself to be, or with whom; despite what might be thought an uncommonly broad range of experience for one of such an age, as far as i at that time intended anyone else to know, i was straight as straight could be, or preferably not thought about in such terms at all. in any case my crush was among the players, and thinking back i'm pretty sure the only part i really minded was being embarrassed in front of him. maybe not all that much, though

but to hope no rumors might make their way around? no chance of *that* in high school, though, even in one like this, and in retrospect i suppose i really wasn't fooling anyone. not that i found the joke terribly funny, and it has not improved with age; these were all (mostly) (probably) straight men, after all, and cis avant la lettre, and one can expect only so much. still, though, within what capacities they possessed, i think they did the best they could.

i might, i suppose, feel differently, had my coming out the year after gone other than it did. but if, as i come lately to suspect, that was only an acknowledgement at last of the world's most open secret, then this would certainly have been one of the events which prepared the way for so favorable an outcome. everyone else had already had ample time in which to accustom themselves to the knowledge; the only one left to be surprised was me.

It's interesting that just three decades after Pripyat was abandoned because of the Chernobyl disaster, the forest has already reclaimed the city.

Don't let anyone convince you that reforestation is difficult. It'll happen all by itself, if people allow it to.

self subtoot 

cool to have the point just sail clean past your head for like a solid minute, huh


aaaaand heart of vlad in the library corner, and under the librarian the shield rod, and the dark shield was in my starting inventory too, *what* is this *seed*

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and a library card in the step before death!! this rando is taking me EVERYWHERE today

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...immediately followed by finding crissaegrim in my starting inventory

this rando is taking me everywhere today, huh

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sotnposting, lewd adj but not really 

oh wow who knew that kneeling between 2nd form dracula's legs and just whipping the hell out of his dick was the fuckin' strat, just got my first no hit ever in that fight hbu

The british term for "twinks" should be "assless chaps"

419 +/- 2 

everybody makes jokes about when the edible kicks in, why does nobody make jokes about waiting around impatiently for the edible to kick in

I wrote a short story! CWs inside 

Alright, so. I'm not entirely sure of what came over me but I just wrote a short story that is kinda different in tone to what I'm used to writing. It's about identity horror, in a way. Don't expect something super scary or anything, but... yeah, that is the subject, be warned. It's also a fair bit shorter than usual, so there's that.

Content warning for:
- Robot people
- Mind alteration

Gemini: gemini://
HTTP proxy:

Pronoun fields are an ungainly sop and I’ve been working for four years to at least try and change process and technology to be useful instead.


breaking news: the date has been rescheduled due to circumstances outside my control. no further comment at this time

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"You were built for more than this, you know," the other doll says, arms folded across a neat black tunic. "These bodies… no breath, no heat signature, no motion but what we will, nothing to betray us to a target. No vital organs, no fatigue. Only mechanism and spirit."

"Perfect assassins," you reply. It's a conversation you two have had before.

"Precisely. And yet, here you are, hiding from no one in the palace library, in that ridiculous domestic uniform," she waves a precisely carved and jointed hand, "triumphant over… what? Dust, and the occasional silverfish?"

"Just dust. I put down cryptomeria oil for the silverfish months ago."

"Not even silverfish, then. Just dust. How do you live like this?"

"Beautifully. Happily. I chose this duty, if you'll recall, because I like books, and chose this dress, because *she* likes it. And I can't help but notice that when you're not stabbing strangers, rather than hang around the armory, you seem to come here quite a lot, hmm?"

"Well… umm…"

"…because you like watching me work far more than anyone likes watching you work? No blushes, either. Bet you're glad for that."

"You've… I've… argh!"

"Now run along, I've got to get the shelf behind you."

She turns and vanishes in what might have been a huff were it not so quiet. You raise your feather duster in mock salute.

"There's a good perfect assassin. Come back any time!"

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