cascade failure
Jun. 28th, 2018 08:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaThis post is late, partially because I have actual things in my life to deal with and partially because the weather and really everything else going on is once again taking its toll on me, and I haven't really learned anyone's name, so I am going to get everyone mixed up.
"I love the smell of dog food in the morning," someone said. Julia added "pounds and pounds of it."
Puff ate a towel.
Tortimer was mounting Truffles.
I told her about the Palmer-Kelly turtles and Julia was like "love knows no age."
Greg himself was like "this thing is a heavy motherfucker" and a raccoon got in between the doors somehow.
One of the interns was born on July 6. Julia was born on July 29, but nobody cares, except for people who celebrate Angry Shape Day, a day in which you toss circles at people who insist that circles are not really angry shapes. Julia was eating rotini and grape tomatoes and bell peppers and sausages. She doesn't use the upstairs shower because it feels like a snail is spitting on you, and heard whistling while in the downstairs bathroom shower late at night. My guess is it was a parrot in boarding she heard. Or maybe Jason. Except Jason only hunts in abandoned summer camps. And Manhattan (for like... 8 seconds). And space.
Kiwi Farms is the result of the center-right deciding they’re the arbiters of what are and are not social norms.
Michael called Pol Pot an authoritarian primitivist, in contrast with anarcho-primitivism, and I immediately thought of anarchocapitalism, which he thinks is like Somalia with its roving bands of strongmen but no actual government.
We released one blue jay and three robins. The blue jay flew the wrong way, that is to say, right at us, and tried to take us all out. In the wild, they'll go after foxes. Julia called the blue jay her child. The robins all flew off in different directions and landed in trees and we didn't have to chase after them. Robins like to eat fermenting berries and get drunk on them and eat earthworms that sometimes have lead in their systems. The word turd and genus name Turdus are not etymologically related in any way.
I think I saw Kyra but didn’t get a chance to talk to her.
She was dressed like Kyra, or at least, Kyra after she stopped dressing in clothing that was brightly colored enough to be seen from space, that is to say, patterned pants and a blue stripy sweater. I suspect that she jumped through a rift in spacetime. Maybe she got wind of my zodiac rankings and how I had a thought that maybe Belias or Chaos could be ranked above Mateus but knew exactly who to blame for that. Once she wore a t-shirt and a ring with Mateus' sigil on it and I think if she could have herself physically grafted to some kind of Lovecraftian fish thing, she would.
On the bright side, at least Kennedy's record was spotty at best. I mean, he's still going to be replaced with a new Scalia under 40 years old.
burning question: I’m afraid that when James Alex Fields goes to trial, the Pajamas Media propaganda machine will be working overtime and he might get acquitted. Does anyone else feel that way?
"I love the smell of dog food in the morning," someone said. Julia added "pounds and pounds of it."
Puff ate a towel.
Tortimer was mounting Truffles.
I told her about the Palmer-Kelly turtles and Julia was like "love knows no age."
Greg himself was like "this thing is a heavy motherfucker" and a raccoon got in between the doors somehow.
One of the interns was born on July 6. Julia was born on July 29, but nobody cares, except for people who celebrate Angry Shape Day, a day in which you toss circles at people who insist that circles are not really angry shapes. Julia was eating rotini and grape tomatoes and bell peppers and sausages. She doesn't use the upstairs shower because it feels like a snail is spitting on you, and heard whistling while in the downstairs bathroom shower late at night. My guess is it was a parrot in boarding she heard. Or maybe Jason. Except Jason only hunts in abandoned summer camps. And Manhattan (for like... 8 seconds). And space.
Kiwi Farms is the result of the center-right deciding they’re the arbiters of what are and are not social norms.
Michael called Pol Pot an authoritarian primitivist, in contrast with anarcho-primitivism, and I immediately thought of anarchocapitalism, which he thinks is like Somalia with its roving bands of strongmen but no actual government.
We released one blue jay and three robins. The blue jay flew the wrong way, that is to say, right at us, and tried to take us all out. In the wild, they'll go after foxes. Julia called the blue jay her child. The robins all flew off in different directions and landed in trees and we didn't have to chase after them. Robins like to eat fermenting berries and get drunk on them and eat earthworms that sometimes have lead in their systems. The word turd and genus name Turdus are not etymologically related in any way.
I think I saw Kyra but didn’t get a chance to talk to her.
She was dressed like Kyra, or at least, Kyra after she stopped dressing in clothing that was brightly colored enough to be seen from space, that is to say, patterned pants and a blue stripy sweater. I suspect that she jumped through a rift in spacetime. Maybe she got wind of my zodiac rankings and how I had a thought that maybe Belias or Chaos could be ranked above Mateus but knew exactly who to blame for that. Once she wore a t-shirt and a ring with Mateus' sigil on it and I think if she could have herself physically grafted to some kind of Lovecraftian fish thing, she would.
On the bright side, at least Kennedy's record was spotty at best. I mean, he's still going to be replaced with a new Scalia under 40 years old.
burning question: I’m afraid that when James Alex Fields goes to trial, the Pajamas Media propaganda machine will be working overtime and he might get acquitted. Does anyone else feel that way?
