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Oh yes, now I remember. swept away by possibilities and balancing schedules and learning music in my dreams, hours of library should-ness. At least I'm acknowledging my neglected toes, singing lots, doing headstands successfully, and getting paid to drive myself nutty (not to mention my lab students! woo
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You're starting something dangerous here, you realize. Soon people will want to know what to do with all their toes (your toes outnumber you, after all) and we'll start getting toe psychologists, individual toe analysers, toe whisperers, and all manner of things. It'll be a big craze, they'll get their own clothing range: Toe scarfs, toe wigs, little shoes for each toe's added comfort.
I'm not sure I want to communicate with my toes, y'know? Not if it involves all of that rubbish. I mean, maybe I'm running away from commitment here, or something, but I think I like it that I send a signal from my brain that we're walking now, or I'd like to push the tv button with my big toe, or whatever, and it just happens. No back talk, no wondering how my toe feels about it, it's just a fleshly little extension of the larger whole.
I always thought the idea of The Borg in Star Trek was quite cool.
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