yay more plastic we didn’t have enough

Still less than your mum

P1: I cannot cope with the idea that my mind is a mundane physical process

P2: God is… wait, fuck we aren’t doing god any more

C: It must be quantum

There’s no outer edge of a gravity well. It just tapers off, infinitely.

Imagine a big frozen lake, with a post stuck up from the centre, and a rope tied to it. You’ve got big wet-iceblock boots on, but you have have hold of the rope.

If you’re just standing still, then reaching the post is stupid-easy, you just haul on it, and you slide right on in.

But now imagine you’re not just standing there, you’re whizzing hell for leather round the edge of the lake at 50 MPH.

You haul on that rope with all your might, it doesn’t get you into the middle; all it does is stop you flying out into the weeds.

You simply can’t get there from here, your turning circle is too damn big.

That’s orbit. That’s how it works. If you’re going past a thing fast enough, you can’t turn hard enough to hit it.

It’s not hubris, it’s neediness. Some people have a desperate need to be speshul, not just matter, not just a process, but something magical and ineffable and inherently intractable. They want their non-overlapping magisteria back, and they use ‘quantum’ as a little reservation it can hide on.

free onion ring

(… I linked that exact video above…)

Yep, I’m kind of obsessed with them (her? Not sure of pronouns). It’s like putting your brain in a rock tumbler: weirdly soothing.

Fuck yes, controlled chaos exactly.

Like rocks bouncing crazily down a mountainside, but somehow precisely aimed at the same time.

And at the other end of that spectrum, Bach and other early music. Which is maximally-bamboozling minimalism; you stare at it like a hyponitized chicken wondering how he can wrangle infinitely deep pattern out of like three notes.

Can I recommend heavy breakcore / jungle as an alternative to metal?

Exhibit A: Femtanyl (previously known as lilyniku, more awesomeness to be found under that name)

Exhibit B: collection

Quick let’s feed it to cattle by the ton

If I send someone a text, I don’t expect them to read or respond in any given timeframe. I don’t get to just demand their full attention on the spot, and I fully appreciate that they may not be in a position to hear or respond to their phone bleeping at them at any given moment.

EXCEPT

If someone sends me a text, and I respond to it within seconds, then yes, I expect them to treat it like a conversation.

I will never understand these people that hit send then immediately throw their phone out the goddamn window so any response no matter how fast stays on delivered for the next hour.

My siblings and I were raised by an abusive narcissist who spent most of her free time screaming at my dad, when she wasn’t emotionally abusing and neglecting us.

But of course the cultural narrative was that men are only and always abusers, and women are only and always abused - so we normalised it; our whole reality bent around the notion that she was the poor innocent beleagured victim just doing her best to survive.

We took a vast amount of damage because an interpretation where she was the abuser simply wasn’t available to us - instead of forming defenses against her, we rendered ourselves more vulnerable.

I don’t take kindly to being told to go fix women’s problems first before mine will matter.

Imagine being told that your pain matters less because not as many people who look like you suffer from it.

You don’t form longterm memories while asleep; you lose the last few minutes before you drop off, as well. Short-term memories are held, but they don’t get stored.

And the same applies while you’re dreaming - nothing’s getting recorded. You can pull it out of short-term right after you wake up, but that fades right out.

When you do remember dreams, it’s because you remember remembering them while you were awake. If it was vivid enough to go over hard enough, then the second-hand memory gets stored.

Ah, see, my family, now…

They’d refuse to let you play a word, on the grounds that you could surely get a better one, here give me your letters a minute.

Or they wouldn’t let you play a word because it didn’t ‘open up the board’, whatever the fuck that means.

I rapidly learned to not play with them.

Just think of it as full-sensory tinnitus :)

The only good way to play scrabble is by adding the rule that you must play the funniest word you can make.

Hurt people hurt people, as they say - and that cuts both ways. Yes, you should be kind and supportive if you can, but you aren’t obliged to put yourself at risk in order to do so.

Malignant narcissists cause significant, ongoing harm to those they get their hooks into. They may have a terribly sad backstory and lead unpleasant lives, but that doesn’t help the victims any.

BPD abusers tend to be less evil-karen on the surface, but their need for ongong validation is just as intense, and they will harm people just as ruthlessly in order to maintain their supply.

I don’t think it’s unreasonable to point out some red flags to let people steer clear of that risk.

Yeah, lived through the first 25 years of my life subject to rampant unchecked cluster-B abuse, and nobody even told me things weren’t meant to be that way.

I don’t give two shits about intent, the impact is the same regardless. Like an overly curious bear or something.

See it, recognise it, walk in the opposite fucking direction. And if it follows you, you scream and throw rocks.