Welcome to I Hate The Internet, Episode Forty Billion
Marvel fans! Jess wrote Daken/Lester fightfic. I think everyone should be reading fightfics because it makes a nice change from porn, but I appreciate that not everyone WANTS a change from porn. Ever. At all.
(Just finishing reading Natalie Angier's book about the basic science stuff everyone should know. The last chapter is astronomy, which is a lovely science in part because NO ONE CAN WEE IN IT. People wee in biology a lot, which is a shame because it is my favourite, but they can't wee in astronomy because there is NOTHING about "stars burn because gravity and nuclear fusion" that gives anyone a handhold for piddling endlessly about how this is suggesting that X group of people are really babykilling demons. In all honesty the majority of my interest in various sciences right now - with all the scientists, you brilliant beautiful people, taken out - is that it is not ABOUT human interaction and whatever headaches quantum physics, molecular biology, or dear old chem. may cause, at least mitachonrial DNA does not result in a snotty lecture about how I should be saving the world. Cells will continue to divide regardless of the moral standing of the being in which they exist; the stars burn without thought of bootstraps, debts, or voting patterns. And Radio 4 comedians complain about Brian Cox? Dear god he is taking my mind off the impossibly convoluted hatefulness that is human-level interaction, don't stop him.
Myrgh. I am not happy with people today and it's (at the time of writing) not even 10am yet.
I am also beginning to see what my more reticent and less forthcoming friends mean about being worried that expressing any opinion at all will lead to immediate conflict; instead of feeling too shy to say anything I'm just too fucking angry with the predictable argument - and people will argue about anything, even comparatively frictionless things like "stars are wicked awesome to look at" and "wouldn't it be neat if I could get through an entire day without wishing death on other members of my own species or myself". I see the attraction in activities like knitting even if knitting itself is beyond me, because fingers that are involved in twiddling wool are not involved in typing arguments (this is why making jewellery is awesome).
Have just come across the phrase "luxurious carnage" in my readings, and promptly put it on a post-it so I can pilfer it for a poem. That is a magnificent two-some.
Having finished with Natalie Angier's book and finished therefore shouting at people about redshift and inadequate explanations, I'm reading As Meat Loves Salt because of swear_jar and an overpowering need for some bastardry. Have just demonstrated my amazing inability to consistently identify multiples of three [I CANNOT COUNT, OKAY, LEAVE ME ALONE] at work, but no one seems particularly fussed. Trying not to turn into the queen of grumpyknickers over THE ENTIRE REST OF THE HUMAN RACE. Self, you have a novel by your left hand, just pick it up and read it and ignore the plebs. IGNORE. Ignore.
(Just finishing reading Natalie Angier's book about the basic science stuff everyone should know. The last chapter is astronomy, which is a lovely science in part because NO ONE CAN WEE IN IT. People wee in biology a lot, which is a shame because it is my favourite, but they can't wee in astronomy because there is NOTHING about "stars burn because gravity and nuclear fusion" that gives anyone a handhold for piddling endlessly about how this is suggesting that X group of people are really babykilling demons. In all honesty the majority of my interest in various sciences right now - with all the scientists, you brilliant beautiful people, taken out - is that it is not ABOUT human interaction and whatever headaches quantum physics, molecular biology, or dear old chem. may cause, at least mitachonrial DNA does not result in a snotty lecture about how I should be saving the world. Cells will continue to divide regardless of the moral standing of the being in which they exist; the stars burn without thought of bootstraps, debts, or voting patterns. And Radio 4 comedians complain about Brian Cox? Dear god he is taking my mind off the impossibly convoluted hatefulness that is human-level interaction, don't stop him.
Myrgh. I am not happy with people today and it's (at the time of writing) not even 10am yet.
I am also beginning to see what my more reticent and less forthcoming friends mean about being worried that expressing any opinion at all will lead to immediate conflict; instead of feeling too shy to say anything I'm just too fucking angry with the predictable argument - and people will argue about anything, even comparatively frictionless things like "stars are wicked awesome to look at" and "wouldn't it be neat if I could get through an entire day without wishing death on other members of my own species or myself". I see the attraction in activities like knitting even if knitting itself is beyond me, because fingers that are involved in twiddling wool are not involved in typing arguments (this is why making jewellery is awesome).
Have just come across the phrase "luxurious carnage" in my readings, and promptly put it on a post-it so I can pilfer it for a poem. That is a magnificent two-some.
Having finished with Natalie Angier's book and finished therefore shouting at people about redshift and inadequate explanations, I'm reading As Meat Loves Salt because of swear_jar and an overpowering need for some bastardry. Have just demonstrated my amazing inability to consistently identify multiples of three [I CANNOT COUNT, OKAY, LEAVE ME ALONE] at work, but no one seems particularly fussed. Trying not to turn into the queen of grumpyknickers over THE ENTIRE REST OF THE HUMAN RACE. Self, you have a novel by your left hand, just pick it up and read it and ignore the plebs. IGNORE. Ignore.