"Don't ask for help. You're all alone."
A sunny day, still not quite back to the warmth that keeps me happy. Our high today was 80˚F (so, I'll take 5˚F more, please).
Up at 5:30 a.m., just coffee. I was too sleepy to cook. I read the Tesla biography for a bit until I was awake enough to try and write. But then – this is what happens in science fiction (at least for me) – adding new words to the story was very quickly subsumed in the quest to answer a thousand intertwined questions. See, there are intelligent ways to talk about the possibility of time travel, even travel into the past. But it's hard. It strains the brain meats, especially given my background in geology and biology, not quantum physics and mathematics. Closed timelike curves, the Novikov self-consistency problem, Gödel spacetime, and so forth. Because...I just want to avoid my time travel falling into all the old idiotic traps that science fiction so adores. But! Trying to get the science rightish means fewer words today, time spent on physics I wanted to spend on characterization, and so forth. But...lest you despair...progress was made. I laid back down at 7: 30 a.m. and dozed for an hour, waking again just before Kathryn.
Then, this from Twitter, which really says a lot about where I am right now: Then there's that day when you realize you could spend the rest of your life happily studying the forebrains of squamates.
~ Oh, and ~
Just when you're sure Roland Emmerich has shown us the most batshit crazy thing the mind of man can conjure, look, something even dumber, Moonfall
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Yeah, so...SCOTUS, the leaked document, and the things I have not yet quoted nor commented on. I will keep this brief, because I do not need to stoke thje anger just now. I have been angry for days. Remember, I'm one of the people who, as soon as Clinton lost, was 100% sure we'd see Roe v. Wade overturned and sooner, rather than later, and this still hit me like a load of bricks. And, in part, is the brazen, fucked-up language and logic of the thing. You know what, fuck it. Read this. And read this, too. Cutting to the chase, part of this nightmare is that the industry that sells babies has long since run out of a reliable supply of white infants, and that's their chief earner, by far. Making abortion illegal will boost their supply substantially. This isn't paranoid conspiracy or science fiction. This is the way the system worked through 1972. Much money will be made from forced pregnancy. And to quote Margaret Atwood, "Enforced childbirth is slavery."
And insisting that "This is not okay" won't save the day.
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You know, whatever else I was going to say, fuck it. Who cares. One step forward, at least one step back. And, you know, the joke that Bill Maher made the other night that had folks in a tizzy, "Suddenly getting the right pronoun right doesn't seem so big." No, what he said was not insensitive to anyone. It was just the truth. Perspective, people.
For most of the country, the age of coddling is over.
I leave you with the platypus, trying to make sense.
Oh, and Spooky went for a walk and saw a fox. I'm going to miss our woods.
Later,
Aunt Beast
6:27 a.m.
Up at 5:30 a.m., just coffee. I was too sleepy to cook. I read the Tesla biography for a bit until I was awake enough to try and write. But then – this is what happens in science fiction (at least for me) – adding new words to the story was very quickly subsumed in the quest to answer a thousand intertwined questions. See, there are intelligent ways to talk about the possibility of time travel, even travel into the past. But it's hard. It strains the brain meats, especially given my background in geology and biology, not quantum physics and mathematics. Closed timelike curves, the Novikov self-consistency problem, Gödel spacetime, and so forth. Because...I just want to avoid my time travel falling into all the old idiotic traps that science fiction so adores. But! Trying to get the science rightish means fewer words today, time spent on physics I wanted to spend on characterization, and so forth. But...lest you despair...progress was made. I laid back down at 7: 30 a.m. and dozed for an hour, waking again just before Kathryn.
Then, this from Twitter, which really says a lot about where I am right now: Then there's that day when you realize you could spend the rest of your life happily studying the forebrains of squamates.
~ Oh, and ~
Just when you're sure Roland Emmerich has shown us the most batshit crazy thing the mind of man can conjure, look, something even dumber, Moonfall
---
Yeah, so...SCOTUS, the leaked document, and the things I have not yet quoted nor commented on. I will keep this brief, because I do not need to stoke thje anger just now. I have been angry for days. Remember, I'm one of the people who, as soon as Clinton lost, was 100% sure we'd see Roe v. Wade overturned and sooner, rather than later, and this still hit me like a load of bricks. And, in part, is the brazen, fucked-up language and logic of the thing. You know what, fuck it. Read this. And read this, too. Cutting to the chase, part of this nightmare is that the industry that sells babies has long since run out of a reliable supply of white infants, and that's their chief earner, by far. Making abortion illegal will boost their supply substantially. This isn't paranoid conspiracy or science fiction. This is the way the system worked through 1972. Much money will be made from forced pregnancy. And to quote Margaret Atwood, "Enforced childbirth is slavery."
And insisting that "This is not okay" won't save the day.
---
You know, whatever else I was going to say, fuck it. Who cares. One step forward, at least one step back. And, you know, the joke that Bill Maher made the other night that had folks in a tizzy, "Suddenly getting the right pronoun right doesn't seem so big." No, what he said was not insensitive to anyone. It was just the truth. Perspective, people.
For most of the country, the age of coddling is over.
I leave you with the platypus, trying to make sense.
Oh, and Spooky went for a walk and saw a fox. I'm going to miss our woods.
Later,
Aunt Beast
6:27 a.m.