Thank You, Science

Here's a trendy article: Caring for Your Introvert. It's got some great lines - Science has learned a good deal in recent years about the habits and requirements of introverts. But it also does this thing where the second half of the article loses steam and starts randomly insulting small talk. This is something I've seen lots of introverts do, and it bothers me.

We call ourselves introverts because talking to people who are new and/or numerous enervates the fuck out of us. Which is entirely true, as far as I'm concerned. Lots of people genuinely enjoy lots of things that are tiring, though (runner's highs and Arnold Schoenberg come to mind), so why the comparison between friendly banter and toxic fog?

Anyway, if anyone reads this article and still feels like an extrovert at the end, I'd like to hear about it. Also, the best comment thread I've seen so far is at Electrolite - the use of science fiction conventions as an example of social interaction is as adorable as a baby with Vulcan ears.

yami · 20:33 · 23 Feb 2020 · #
Filed under: Links, Personal

Cartoon Driving Television

We drove behind a van full of money on the way to the forest today:

photo: a blue van with dollar signs on the back windows


Thought about hijacking it somehow, but decided it would be more fun to go on a walk as originally planned.
Meanwhile, I've been having disappointingly mundane dreams lately. Mostly computer-using physics dreams, plus a couple nights ago, I dreamed I was watching a new episode of Gilmore Girls.

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yami · 20:42 · 22 Feb 2020 · #
Filed under: Diary, Dreams

Someone’s Back

I admit this is a cheap device for when I don't have anything to say. But since when has this blog been anything but cheap?

when two lesbians are going out and they say ladies first,.. who goes first?

When one woman, lesbian or not, says "ladies first" to another, it's an invitation to a slut contest. The women involved must quibble at length over who is the least ladylike, making crude noises and bringing up unwholesome details of their own sex lives. The discussion may even devolve into a penis size fight, though the penises referred to are usually tucked safely away in a bedside table.

what is a google?

"It's what you do when you see a booble," says the resident expert over my shoulder.

i luv dolphins

And you're not alone.

so...how was your valentine's day? get any tasty chocolate? *wink*

Well, yeah, I did, actually. Why are you winking at me like that?

i hate stray cat

I hate you too, you heartless squirming melted strawberry nougat shell of a human being.

what is ceiling wax, anyway?

It's the opposite of floor wax. Duh!

http://www.jwz.org/gruntle/freedom.html

Ah, the failings of Western Zen. How delicate! How blissful!

yami · 22:42 · 21 Feb 2020 · #
Filed under: Fan Mail

Return to Soda Bottles

Clothes made of polyester, or clothes without wrinkles. I clearly can't have both, so I must choose.

That was my one nice generic professional skirt too. I'm pissed. I hate ironing.

yami · 17:32 · 15 Feb 2020 · #
Filed under: I Hate Everything

Post, Post

The burning issue of the day is: do you like your chocolate boxes with or without a map?

yami · 13:00 · 14 Feb 2020 · #
Filed under: Crap

Theme of Bugs

There was a clump of hair near the top of the toilet bowl. Don't ask me how it got there, these things just happen when two people have long hair in one bathroom, but it looked like a bug when I sat down. So I spent my pee-time wondering if my pee was disturbing the bug, or if maybe toilet-bowl-lurking bugs aren't really bothered by that sort of thing. It was quite a step down from the History of England volume III (from Utrecht to Modern Times), complete with snooty footnotes explaining why Sam Adams was silly, which is my current bathroom book.

And on the theme of bugs, there was one in the library today with fluorescent green eyes. There was a pink spot between the eyes, bright pink, but that was not so important as the fact that the eyes were fluorescent green. And they say libraries are supposed to be free of distraction! Pah.

And on the theme of things I think that I think are normal thoughts until I actually share them with someone, I am frequently distracted by visions of my body crashing into pavement. Like if I take a set of stairs too fast, I'll have a kinaesthetic flash of how it would feel to miss the top step and fly backwards, crushing all the valuable homework and snack food in my backpack and earning a big bruise on my butt. Or I'll realize that in the universe next door I have just caught my hair on something, twisted in a bad way, and died. I always thought everyone had moments like that; my housemate seems to think I'm a morbid loon. Am I?

Oh, yeah, midterms. Thumbs down. Minus five. Yuck.

yami · 19:43 · 9 Feb 2020 · #
Filed under: Personal, Diary

Uh-Oh

My computer has been making revving noises lately, like it's trying to impress a pretty girl at a stoplight. I'm worried about what'll happen when the light turns green and it tries to drive off - the last time something like this happened, my power supply turned to slag.

However, I have learned to my delight that teaching at a low-income school will cause my student loans to magically disappear. Perhaps I should see about digging myself a bit deeper in debt to buy a laptop.

yami · 15:46 · 4 Feb 2020 · #
Filed under: Diary

Mystery Root

My bag of discount yams came with two mystery roots - or perhaps it's more accurate to say one and a half mystery roots.

photo: some tubers on a table

What are these things, and how do I eat them?

yami · 12:03 · 2 Feb 2020 · #
Filed under: Food

A Sad Hole in the Internet

Yes, it's very sad that the space shuttle exploded. Everyone is very very sad. Including me. Sad. Yes. But what I want to know is, where are all the paranoid conspiracy theories? I mean, come on, people, there was an Israeli on board.

Update: apparently all the paranoid conspiracy theories are on Usenet, where they belong. We've got smuggled missiles in the hands of the Jihand, the usual nonsense from Revelations, and some stuff in Dutch. O Great and Powerful Internet, I am sorry I doubted You.

yami · 10:35 · 1 Feb 2020 · #
Filed under: Crap