the sun is but a morning star

13 days until the vernal equinox

I sent Emma a PM about Dreamscape, in which she rents out space in a church and gets together with her friends and plays music and projects abstract hypnogogic images on the ceiling. Once, she said something about phone: 0, snow: 1 and told everyone to message her on Facebook, but she didn't get it. Ashley says that's weird.
So I go to Plan B. I call her, she mutters something and she says she'll call me back, that it isn't a good time. I get in something edgewise about sending a PM about Dreamscape to her but she never responded, so she sent me a PM saying the next one is sometime in April but she's not sure on the specific date yet. I'm also going to let Emma know what Ashley thinks of Atlas Lab once she gets around to listening to it.

Ashley's the same way I am: she would rather talk to someone face-to-face rather than with text and she even has a hard time talking to people on the phone.
When I said this, I noticed that she wasn't wearing her pendant.

I told Ashley that she can't be Claire in disguise because she wasn't wearing clothing with elephant motifs but that could be part of the disguise now that I think about it. But then again, she'd also know about Rick and Morty's third season.
When I said that, she was wearing her pendant. A few days later, it snowed overnight and it was dark but I'm pretty sure the ground was covered in snow; the next afternoon, all the snow had disappeared. I don't know what happened, but it probably involved reality-hopping to a reality where the melting point of water is 20 F.

She has seen a few episodes of Rick and Morty (I described it to her as if they used the Introspection Instrument to peer into my dreams and made a cartoon based on them)g including the one with Mr. Meeseeks but doesn't know when it comes on and if it does, she's either asleep or about to fall asleep, and called Steins;Gate a mellower, less surreal, less absurd, less oneiric, version and compared Rick and the guy from Steins;Gate, whose name she can't remember.

Hell, I watched three episodes the night before and I still couldn't remember the main character's name.

I had a thought about this but it only makes sense if you live on Venus, and while it's warm for Ash (that is to say, charred remnants, not the tree) Wedneseday, it's not quite lead-meltingly hot, and I'm pretty sure a terraformed (or alternate universe Venus of Carboniferous swamps and dinosaurs) Venus would feel like an exceptionally humid and hot Saint Ajora's Day during a cold snap.
I think my favorite hypothetical pre-Venera Venus is the world-spanning carbonated ocean. There's another hypothetical Venus of hydrocarbon seas. Or, in other words, a hotter Titan.


She told me that her favorite thing at the Peabody Essex Museum is this intricately carved tusk.

I dreamt of glass towers in City Hall Plaza, an exhibition of four themes over four days with art that included a tesselated grid of white lights, vitrines with red octopuses, many of them inside a jar, and shallow pools with these creatures that looked like bag-shaped kelp with tiny black eyespots that moved by inverting themselves and pushing water out, a screen split at a right angle with a bicycle wheel moving across. The woman at the desk was listening to Indian pop music.
And I'm wondering how my subconscious knows the difference between the Indian languages. I still woke up at four and then had another more mundane dream.

The woman with short plum-purple hair says she wants to own a fox and I told her that they're working on domesticating foxes so if you cryonically froze yourself and woke up in 300 years, that might work. She took a picture of her cat with a can on his head and he got mad every time she took it off of him. Sam is her twin though they don't look at all alike aside from having the same nose shape.

Emily's complaint about Trump is that he's cutting funding to research involving the effects of pesticides and other chemicals on reproductive health. I keep wanting to call her Sarah, maybe because she looks like someone I know named Sarah. Republicans are pro-life, in that you should be forced to carry a hydrocephalic or even anencephalic and inviable fetus to term but what happens to you once you're out of the womb is your problem.
Emily wants a baby beardie and I told her to just convince Matt that he was going to give her one but she says she's not that convincing and that altering telephones and microwaves to send messages to the past doesn't work that way.

Jacob's snack was very phallic-looking says TJ. It was a banana and a cucumber.

The gull has been released. Tiffany took a video of him walking away and then flying up to join the other gulls and there goes the box.

We have a rodo with no butt from a cat attack. Well, his tail feathers are gone and there's an evulsion at the base of his tail. There might have been a printout on the different types of wounds but I couldn't find it.
We're going to move all the rodos outside to bond and exercise.

There's evidence that the last mammoth populations on Wrangel Island were wiped out by inbreeding and genetic collapse.

Burning Question: you ever get the feeling that the Milo Defense Force is supporting him because Milo's defenses of pederasty justify this prejudice they have about GBLT people being predators and all the other negative stereotypes he's packed into one person.
Because I'm pretty sure this is exactly what Moira Greyland is saying.
I know why I waited for Ashley to weigh in on the Yiannopocalypse but I have no idea why I thought she'd say anything but "I know, right?" I have another burning question related to the Milo Defense Force and yet another burning question tangentially related to the Yiannopocalypse but the lousy Smarch weather fucked with my plans and you'll have to wait until next weekend.