“Though I may change, my heart does not, for I am but its reflection, and may that reflection be more true with every passing day”.

No clue where my brains pulling that one from, but it felt fitting. It feels like such a simple thing, the want to be accepted for who you really are, yet it brings a complex hurt when you realize how hard that can be to get.

When we finally finish building the FOSS space program and begin our trek across the final frontier untouched by capitalism, you’ll be left behind.

You’re allowed to help build it, but we will not allow you to stay on as a maintainer, sorry.

What a curious game. The only winning move is not to play.

Nah, even Satan is uncomfortable looking at that one. Sacrifice not accepted. In fact, resurrected.

Is this the step before or after being the age to want things to change, but old enough to be jaded?

I view it like the “discomforting uncle versus outright hateful aunt”. I still really don’t want to support him, but equally, fuck her, she’s out here on the fucking daily with her shit.

Plus, at this point, telling someone to pirate anything Rowling is like telling someone to breathe. You’re either doing it, or okay with the outcome of your actions.

Eh, it’s kinda down to personal perspective. In mine, absolutely a reasonable way to handle things if you love the art, but don’t feel morally comfortable supporting the artist.

I recommend people pirate Enders Game, because fuck Orson Scott Card.

When I prayed for Jesus to be packin’, this is not what I meant.

Oh well, least I still have Mohammed. Maybe Buddha, too.

They’re enclosure-mates!

That’s the great/terrible thing about parts of the U.S this time of year! You can do both in the same day! You can watch as the alerts for burn risk due to low humidity and high temperatures pops up alongside the freeze warning for the night.

It’s just the best! I fucking hate it! You stay in layers until the sudden onset of heatstroke. You get to feel like the Mad Hatter is in control of the thermostat, always ready to change layers.

Not just that, he’s absolutely unspookable without a spine! We should all aim to become spookimmune, and break the skeletons hold over us.

That makes a weird kind of sense. It was moreso the sixteen minutes that threw me, all I could picture was two of them having a staring contest for 16 minutes and then suddenly sperm and eggs everywhere.

That is either a very strange mating ritual, or that cuttlefish is a narcissist.

Are we sure you’re going to stay frozen for that millennia or two?

Or are you going to be like a sketchy gas station microwave burrito that halfway thawed before getting tossed into the proper section to refreeze due to climate change?

DEN WHY IZN’T IT RED?

Sometimes it’s not about being that person, but finding the people who draw that person out of you naturally.

Sorry for looking at this a bit deeper than I really should. Hitting on something I’ve been really thinking about lately.

Do I need to italicize the “fucking” part?

Who picks wool for their fucking socks?

There’s nothing sexy about wool.

EDIT: Fucking. Intercourse. Pun.

You got a real funny way of spelling Vampire the Masquerade: Bloodlines.

This is why people preferred Mulder.