liaish @liaish@mastodon.transneptune.net

My nails look the way Madeleine L’Engle described the moonlight that pegasi drink and that makes me ridiculously happy.

It's a little bit of a day, and i am getting some things done that are "productive" in between bouts of pain.

But at least i am also re-reading Finder, and it's just actual magic? And it's been fun doodling Jaeger, so there's also that.

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

i have successfully ordered a six foot long baguette, and let me tell you all

i have never felt more accomplished in my life

Six feet of carbs

What a time to be alive

tfw you call out a company in your cover letter... "Before we get into it though, I have to ask, what do you mean by "*don't be a lazy fucker, push yourself"? (I've included a screencap for context)"

Huh. Just kinda caught onto to the fact that i pace my dance and cirque choreography at about the same speed as fight scenes in movies, and. Huh.

...and there goes all those good feelings. Thanks boss, for guilting me into doing a task that is legally questionable, and a pain to accomplish. i really appreciate that.

...i really, *really* wish someone else would hire me .__.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Before i get into this, let me start by saying that i am by no means an expert in genetics, trans folks or humanism, disability rights, ethics, metaphysics, or other sorts of neo-Aristotelian hoodlie-hoo.

With that out of the way…

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!

#dragoncon