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less dead than yesterday

Yesterday, I didn't write. In fact, I haven't really done anything worth mentioning since last Friday. That has to stop, of course. And it needs to stop today. The blood...I mean, the words have to start coming again. There's still time before the trip to New England to do the next short story, if I'll just quit screwing around and do it. I'm going to try to start it today. The only remotely constructive thing I did yesterday was some photographs (and Spooky actually did the photography), inspired by the LJ communities MyFakeDeath and Art of Death (brought to my attention by pinkteaset3 and hernewshoes, respectively). Here are the best of the lot:

I'm most impressed with that top one. I found the whole thing extremely cathartic (though even I found lying in fake vomit a little less than pleasant), and Spooky and I are now planning far more elaborate deaths. It was sort of like typing "the end," with a little more force. Practice makes perfect, right? Anyway, the only other interesting thing about yesterday was cracking open The Chronicles of Riddick: Escape From Butcher Bay and completely losing myself in the game for more than three hours. There is an unexpected satisfaction in pulling that trigger, especially if the person you're shooting at shoots first.

The quill from a buzzard
The blood writes the word
I want to know am I the sky
Or a bird
'Cause Hell is boiling over
And Heaven is full
We're chained to the World
And we all gotta pull

Well, except for Mr. Ronald McDonald...I mean Ronald McReagan...I mean Ronald Reagan. He seems to have slipped this mortal coil with more undeserved pomp and fanfare than any of us could ever hope for. I know, I know. I said I couldn't say anything nice, so I was going to keep my mouth shut. But I wanted to pass along this link to a BBC News article. That's my goodish deed for the day.

Time to stop typing and go brush my teeth. And do what I pretend is exercise. And find some caffeine. And see if I can bleed a little bit more.


Jun. 10th, 2004 05:46 pm (UTC)
If only our cicada population would come up from underground (we have none so far, while other people have buckets and buckets of them).

We haven't had any, either. Not even the usual number.
Jun. 10th, 2004 06:00 pm (UTC)
No cicadas here. In some areas where cicadas were numerous in past cycles, new construction has blocked the cicadas' path to the surface, killing them off.

One day, our biological successors will peel off the layers of civilization we have hastily built for ourself and mourn the dead cicada populations. They will weep for bugs while scattering our memories to the heaps.
Jun. 10th, 2004 06:12 pm (UTC)
One day, our biological successors

If any.
Jun. 10th, 2004 07:11 pm (UTC)
One day, our biological successors

If any.

Are you suggesting that homo sapiens may not have successors, ie that they may destroy the ecosystem so completely that nothing else will be able to get a foothold? Or that any successors may not be biological?

I find both possibilities plausible, just wondering which if either you had in mind.
Jun. 10th, 2004 08:00 pm (UTC)
Are you suggesting that homo sapiens may not have successors, ie that they may destroy the ecosystem so completely that nothing else will be able to get a foothold? Or that any successors may not be biological?

Assuming the role of optimist for the moment, it seems unlikely to me that we have, even now, the capability to estinguish the entire biosphere. I feel fairly certain that, in a worse scare scenario, or over time, we may take out most vertebrates, the majority of invertbrates, most plants, and many microorganisms. But it's hard to imagine, currently, a scenario whereby we'd get everything. Some "weed" macrospecies (rats, pest insects, dogs, kudzu, etc.) might survive to undergo another round of evolution, but I think there would be lots of protists, monerans, and fungi, in any case. All this could change in a few decades, of course, as humans breed, pollute, and devise new ways of killing.

As for intelligent biological successors who could look back on the archaeological evidence of a destroyed hominid civilization, I think the odds are almost nonexistant. It took this planet more than 3.5 billion years to do it once, evolve technological, scientific intelligence, and with only several billion years remaining in the life of Sol, it seems unlikely to happen again. As for intelligent non-biological successors, well, that's a huge guessing game, but I'd think it would be a long, long time before we create an AI that's not dependant on humans, or one that might survive such a cataclysm. But I could be wrong, especially since that AI might be able to take refuge in computers and IT storage devices off-planet.

Regardless, life is hardy. On the whole, I think it will survive the disease of humanity, in some form. Have a nice day.