Come Friday, there will be photographic evidence of this monumental achievement
Of bread, that is over half a foot longer than i am tall
w o w
Somehow, it's the end of June, i have two clients that i'm working with, a few logos to finish, a pamphlet to finish up, and some good looking choreography that gets better each week.
Now, to fix the day job issue, and figure out the medication thing.
And not jinx myself. This is summer, and this can happen, dammit
Cyberpunk 2077, neo-aristoleian hoodlie-hoo, Ship of Theseus
And if the reaction i’ve seen is any indication, it’s not the machine that makes one a monster in this case, it’s the men that surround them.
Cyberpunk 2077, neo-aristoleian hoodlie-hoo, Ship of Theseus
So what if people just happen to have things over-written suddenly, and with wires, metal, and sundry, rather than DIYing through consumption of food, water, air, and a little cellular know how? Your body adjusts, your self adjusts, and you sail on through this life. What causes the most problems for that self, that body old-and-new, is the society that surrounds it, and how said society perceives and treats it.
Cyberpunk 2077, neo-aristoleian hoodlie-hoo, Ship of Theseus
And while sure, there are suggestions for how things should be laid out to keep a generally you-ish meat mecha shambling through this glorious fuck-up of a universe, it’s one that has changed. With your environment, experiences, each heart break and exultation. There is nothing left of your original self but memories genetic and otherwise.
Cyberpunk 2077, neo-aristoleian hoodlie-hoo, Ship of Theseus
My dudes, bros, and brosettes. This is 20-sodding-19, and if my idiot ass has read enough about the life cycle of cells, telomere chains, genetic expression and so-on to get that, hey! Our bodies are functionally replaced, whole cloth, over the course of seven years.
Cyberpunk 2077, neo-aristoleian hoodlie-hoo, Ship of Theseus
But let’s be real, in this, the year of our lord 2019, how is it that people are jumping all over themselves to explain how The Ship of Theseus is so deep, you like, just don’t get it.
Cyberpunk 2077, neo-aristoleian hoodlie-hoo, Ship of Theseus
Something that’s been angrily worming its way through my mind since i read about the most recent piece of Cyberpunk 2077 fuckery is the response from bros who have jumped to the defense of CDPR. Like, i get that it’s the internet, and that everyone with a keyboard who has encountered the logical fallacies cards fancies themselves a philosopher.
DragonCon, costuming, join my girl gang?
Hey, are there femme folk out here going to Dragon*Con? Would you like to meet up and be in a Magical Girl Gang? Because i would, and would be glad to organize it!
She was a girlygirl and they were true men, the lords of creation, but she pitted her wits against them and she won.
she/her
art, rambling, kvetching about surviving late capitalism