My friend Riddle was streaming for the first time in a few days. He’d had technical difficulties and he managed to overcome them at long last. While we were all watching him draw, chatting with him, he linked the chat to a tumblr post that I felt like might be a very good thing to share, even if it’s only ten or so people reading this.
Seriously, this is an important bit of text that reading through can help in ways you might not realize until you actually have a look through it.
I have a hard time starting work. This doesn’t mean getting
up in the morning and going to a job. Hah, I don’t have one! Be jealous of my
lack of sustaining income ye wage slaves! (what I wouldn’t give to have a
steady occupation). What I mean is I’ll have a daily goal set for myself, let’s
say writing so many words. I know I can do it. I’ve proven that I can. I have a
mountain of content I’ve created that speaks to the fact that I am capable of
such a feat.
I’m not even talking about starting a project. ...
When you look at everything that goes on across the whole of the franchise, from TOS to Discovery, even including the novels and other non-cannon source material, you’d think that there would be far more cases of mental breakdown among Starfleet officers than you see.
There are episodes where officers mind-meld. Their bodies rapidly age or they’re turned into children again. They end up sharing a body with an alien consciousness. Sometimes there’s a need to temporarily play host to an alien symbiant like what goes on with the Trill. What if you encounter a probe that makes you live out an entire lifetime in an alien culture within the span of just under an hour? ...
There’s a comedian by the name of Craig Ferguson. He’s
Scottish, used to host the Late Late Show, and has done a fair bit of voice
work. In one of his standup specials, he talks about people converting to Catholicism.
He jokes about how these converted Catholics feel like they need to make up for
only turning to the faith later in life by being “extra catholic”.
It’s a terribly funny bit where he demonstrates a convert’s overzealous
enthusiasm at practicing the faith to the point of becoming obnoxious to
I kinda feel like that’s where I am.
It wasn’t until I was in my mid to late twenties that I
realized “Oh, hey, you know how you like girls? ...
I’ve been a big fan of Stephen Colbert for a long time. Not that long ago, he had the cast of Queer Eye on the Late Show and I enjoyed their collective interview. It was something I didn’t know I needed in my life. I had dismissed the show as ‘just more reality television’ because it wasn’t science fiction or animated or stand up comedy or a number of other things I’m interested in. And because I tend to stay as far away from reality television as I can. After the interview, I decided to give the show a chance.
Today started off like pretty much any other Saturday for me. Lazy morning, woke up later than probably I should have, grabbed the laptop and tooled around on there for a bit, checked twitter and a few websites to see what I had missed. I got up, pulled the sheets off the bed to throw them in the washer because I try to wash them every week. It’s a ritual I use to try and stave off acne since I have issues with breakouts if I’m not fastidious about it. Also, happiness is just getting out of a steamy shower in the dead of winter and climbing into bed with freshly laundered sheets. ...