Some women will put a slice of wedding cake under their pillow.

They hope to dream of the man they're going to marry.

I tried this.

On the third night, I dreamed of uplinking to a multigendered five-person hubmind.

I swoon just thinking about it.

Years after the sustained bullying at the hands of my classmates, I have still not acquired the knack of putting up with a room full of people intent on tearing me down.

No wait.

What I lack is the ability to try to do productive work in a room where a fair number of people are intent on giving me shit, a few blame me for the fact that others are ( Read more... )