idk i'm trying to be positive and uplifting with this but i'm also frustrated so that's hard!! care is important!! actual one-on-one real deep not-subtooting open emotional vulnerable care!! we should talk about care more and teach each other by example and build strong networks of support instead of weak ones of affirmation imo!! (and we are!! i'm just frustrated!! not at anyone here!! but like!! everyone else!!)
lyrics
I'm like a virus
Freeze frame
I'm in the winter
Of my game
I'm in the winter
There's no frame
There's only ice
In the middle of my brain
And I've got no time
A useless kid
A useless town
Bring your sick
And bring them down
A useless kid
A useless town
I'm in the winter of my game
Please please freeze frame
I am Osiris
I'm the same
I've always been the same
I'm wicked, I'm game
(No time... no time...)
--Tim Gane, "Cavern of Anti-Matter"
There's no lyric of this song that isn't a #moodsnapshot for me today. It makes me feel old, and fierce.
Tis the season to be bleepy.
"Mx. Oedipa? This is Neuroconstable Stencil. Listen carefully. The killer is calling from INSIDE your brain. I'm going to need you to chant with me. Namu-myoho-renge-kyo... Namu-myoho-renge-kyo..."
As Greer Selkirk awoke one morning from uneasy dreams, she found herself transformed, in her bed, back to a gigantic mammal.
It was no dream. Her room, a fine room for a peaceful burrower, only somewhat too large, lay quietly between six mottled walls of protein.
She slid back into her earlier position. "These atavistic bouts," she thought, "make a bug quite foolish."
Already, she felt the urge to daytrade, dominate, and share unsolicited opinions on media networks.
A little Hat Music, in sympathy with my fellow un-wintry folks: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVQxw6DBj-g
(cc: @acetone_kitten @anthracite )
(This cover might be even a tad better, actually: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w5AV3bvvyoI )
"What the hell do you mean, DMCA violation? It's a BLOOD TYPE."
"Yes, but you still based it on proteins developed in Minecraft IV. I'm afraid you have no case."
"Oh, god."
"I'm sorry, Mx. 41. We still have plenty of options. We can try to get this tried in a progressive jurisdiction. Take it to Jakarta Submarine, hope it's read by a Pyratbyran sapience..."
"What do I do until then?"
"I dunno. Pack your things and report to Notch."
Therefore when Tao is lost, there is goodness.
When goodness is lost, there is kindness.
When kindness is lost, there is justice.
When justice is lost, there is ritual.
Now ritual is the husk of faith and loyalty, the beginning of confusion.
Knowledge of the future is only a flowery trapping of the Tao. It is the beginning of folly.
--Tao Te Ching, Chapter 38
Tipsy
I feel like I stole a little of her thunder yesterday. I hope it was at least helpful to some people, me finally coming out and talking about my own suicidal ideations (which I promise you are WELL under control these days).
I didn't really get to know Natalie at all, and I'm finding I regret that more, the more I hear about her. If it would be healing for anyone to tell me stories about her, and how she touched this huge number of people, I'd be really grateful.
a penance of sorts
thank you again for listening tonight
(However, don't expect me to be any less cranky or misanthropic until... oh... maybe the second Tuesday of November in 2019? O:) )
🔥💫🐯(火星虎)
ɪɴᴄᴇɴᴅɪᴀʀʏ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ ᴄᴀᴛʙᴇᴀsᴛ ʀᴇᴢᴇʏᴀ
read this, pitiful humans:
http://egypt.urnash.com/parallax/