What if electricity is alive and evil?
What if Napoleon's brain was copied down to punch cards and used to create a Difference Engine?
What if the Knights Templar made coal-powered mechs?
There's a monster stalking our world and its name is Atlantis. Ancient astronauts came from Peru and colonized Europe, in plant based spaceships. Loki is an AI that likes to blow up planets.
Thea's life is complicated. Her dad just died. Her mom's ghost may have killed him. The hot guy she just met is a wizard. So is she. Vampires and shoggoths and C'thulhu, because Rhode Island.
They met. They fell in love. They beat up a Great Old One and saved the day. Now what? What happens after the happily ever after, and why do minotaurs and chimeras and asshole exes keep showing up?
How do you forgive your grandmother for trying to eat your soul and steal your body? How do you cope with knowing your parents had lives and made mistakes before you were born? How do you forgive yourself and move on?
Nazi wizards get their asses kicked. A trans wizard comes out to her friends. Peryton babies. Getting over that wizard girl you had a crush on. Life, and the mess of it.
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I haven't tweeted much lately for various reasons, so he's a thread of stuff that's backed up inside my weird head
1 - Always online single player games are annoying even when I end up loving the game. I get angry when I can't play a single player game cause the internet is down.
2 - I use Diablo 3 as the biggest example here, because it's the game I probably like the most that has this feature that isn't an MMO. It doesn't annoy me as much in Diablo 4, possibly due to the Multiplayer Open World focus of that game.
3 -- unrelated to that stuff, but man, I really dislike Star Trek's Vulcan culture. The whole idea of a culture that represses and seeks to expunge emotion and constant uses the word "Logic" to describe their thinking process irks me.
Okay, so now, after a day or so (I took my first dose of Vyvanse around 8 am) here's my report on how it's affected me.
1 - Actually went to sleep around 8:30, stayed asleep until noon. This is more sleep in one sitting than I've managed in two years.
2 - Cleaned the toilet.
3 - Went for a walk with @JulianJRossi and actually remarked out loud that it was a beautiful day.
4 - kept smiling at odd moments, because (and I only realized it later) I could actually experience joy. I've had anhedonia for years now.
5 - Outran the dog while we were out on the walk, so add 'can actually play with his dog' to the list of things I can actually do.
6 - Managed to overcome my weird 'can't ever waste food' hangup
7 - didn't get enraged when the local convenience store didn't have working debit
So, I’m starting a medication this week, because at this point my depression is so obvious that my pharmacist could diagnose it from the food I like to eat. Because I don’t like to eat any food at all. Or really enjoy much of anything. But I do still feel anxiety.
I am not yet on the medication, and worse, while the doc told me what it is, I was so anxious during our conversation that I have forgotten what it is. Worse still, I’m anxious about getting the ability to feel anything strongly back.
The past few years has made me really grateful that I couldn’t truly feel the depths of emotion that I otherwise would have, because life turned into an unremitting sea of horrors that I could not cope with if I could feel them.
Seeing people tweet about Waffle House and I'm again reminded of my permanent outsider status. No matter the subculture, as soon as I am introduced to it, I'm almost immediately sent to the outskirts, staring in.
Why does Waffle House remind me of this?
Back in the late 90's/early 2000's I had a friend named Meghan. She had a blog -- that's how we met, through our blogs -- and so, around summer of 2001 I decided to go on a trip and meet her. She lived in Chattanooga, Tennessee.
As part of this trip, I spent time doing typical southern things like digging a grave out in the summer heat, driving six hours to visit a friend in a trailer park and talk about Vertigo comics, and of course going to Waffle House.
I wonder what the 'super soldier serum' they're using in TFaWS is. It's not Erskine's formula because that caused radical physical transformation. It's not the formula Ross had, that required multiple doses. It's not whatever Banner used, that was gamma activated.
It seems likely it's whatever version of the serum Howard Stark had -- the version Hydra had WS kill him for. Or possibly whatever version of it Hydra tested on Bucky over the years.
And really, is it time yet to actually wonder WTF that serum actually is? Is it coincidence that the same government program that produced Steve Rodgers had a chunk of vibranium? Considering the heart shaped herb grants similar abilities, and grows in vibranium infused soil?
Piggybacking off of this thread, I just realized MCU Thanos didn't wish for 50% of all life to vanish. That was merely the EFFECT of his snap. MCU Thanos isn't a death obsessed madman, he's someone who believes himself to be coldly rational and willing to do what must be done.
So what did Thanos actually command the Infinity Stones to do, if not to kill half of all life? Well, that's the thing. They weren't KILLED, were they? They simply ceased to exist. Blew apart into dust. He didn't strike them dead and leave their corpses to rot, he unmade them.
People who were snapped away felt something, true, but it wasn't exactly death, was it? It was nonexistence. Which may be worse, but still, it shows a real unwillingness to actually get his hands dirty with the mass murder.