all these short posts lately are partly the product of lack of time, but i'm also just not feeling much of a need to spill my guts and try and sort em out lately. is just as well, to be sure - it's such a messy business. 
the #1 reason i'm glad i'm not translucent like a cavefish: internal suburn. was walking back from darden, thinking about cavefish - they've just cropped up in my mind again lately, and they do intrigue me. so very vulnerable... but you can only live like that in the darkness. i know this with a certainty i lacked before. i'd been rather wistfully imagining being able to see the interior of my breaths, and then i thought about how the summer sun would be able to beat directly down upon the surface of my intestines. i began to wonder whether my intenstines would chafe or itch or burn or redden or if they'd simply begin to deteriorate without any sign. whatever wistfulness i'd been feeling vanished immediately. it was fantastically amusing.
still, to be able to hold up a flashlight behind your beating heart and see it light up like a chinese lantern... damn that would be cool. and there'd have to be so many new shadow puppet possibilities... i'm sure there's stuff inside us we could learn to wiggle at will that we don't even know about right now. and people could get multi-layered tattoos, and the clothing industry would go utterly insane setting up new quasi-taboo body parts and putting them on display. bit that might suck would be all these people feeling like they had to figure out new exercises to give their innerds more shape and definition, probably regardless of whether such a thing were truly possible. and diets would take on a whole new twist, heh.
cavefish are a thing i muse upon off and on - i go through phases, i guess. is often triggered in connection with the wonderful story of henry sugar (dahl). also, as cool as it would be to have tails, that one's grown old enough to be merely frustrating. transparancy is at least still somewhat novel.
the tinfoil eyes are less appealing than a practical point of view, but still really intriguing. i wonder if they do anything? they *are* shiny - why not just have more transparent skin there? they also look vaguely conductive... i wonder if they're sensitive. if a person had cavefish eyes, would they spark if the person shuffled across a carpeted room and bent his or her face near the doorknob? 
is another way to make myself laugh, i guess - shocking the hell out of these poor imaginary blind cavefish people...
on an unrelated note: i used to be the kind of person who would eat each and every plain cereal piece out of a cereal like lucky charms before i'd allow myself to eat a single marshmallow. i used to have rigid discipline and focus. in that psychology experiment with the kids and marshmallows and immediate vs. delayed gratification, i would have most definitely been one of the ones who held out and got the extra reward and went on to do well in life. it worries me now, because i have become a person who eats each and every marshmallow out of the lucky charms and throws the plain cereal bits away without eating one. it is dining hall food, so that mitigates it somewhat, but it still troubles me somewhat. my focus is shot to hell, and i'm not the only person who's noticed. i used to be a really really repressed person, and i've been working on letting that go, but i hope i haven't broken any useful parts of myself in the process. it scares me. the thing is, i don't want to go back to eating all the cereal pieces before the marshmallows out of fear, because that is decidedly pathetic. but i need to figure out how to pull myself together for the important things...
speaking of which: my hair, which has risen to unprecedented importance... heard today from my supervisor that the issue of my purple hair did indeed come up during a meeting yesterday. is really just more emphasis on the idea that i need to do something unpurplizing to it soon. everyone i've talked to has spoken out in favor of black tips - completely unambigous results! so i guess i'll try to work that one out this weekend. i hope keeping part of it purple doesn't come off as an affront. i want to hold on to at least some of the purple, but i also just really don't want all-black hair. so it's not like i'm simply trying to flout the rules or anysuch. we'll see how it goes - i'm ever the diplomat and my hat should arrive in the mail sometime this weekend.
though naturally, if the purple & black stealth combo does pass muster, i should be able to raise the purple left to me back to a higher intensity and maintain it there without raising any complaints. yay the hat!
got invited to a coworker's party... would like to go if i'm free. i do like my coworkers. i eagerly anticipate my emancipation from the closet - in may. but for now, it's all good. signed my criminal histrory release papers today in prep for the formal job offer. am feeling less peon-like by the day.
now to shower and prepare to explain the basic workings of flash to people tomorrow.
the #1 reason i'm glad i'm not translucent like a cavefish: internal suburn. was walking back from darden, thinking about cavefish - they've just cropped up in my mind again lately, and they do intrigue me. so very vulnerable... but you can only live like that in the darkness. i know this with a certainty i lacked before. i'd been rather wistfully imagining being able to see the interior of my breaths, and then i thought about how the summer sun would be able to beat directly down upon the surface of my intestines. i began to wonder whether my intenstines would chafe or itch or burn or redden or if they'd simply begin to deteriorate without any sign. whatever wistfulness i'd been feeling vanished immediately. it was fantastically amusing.
still, to be able to hold up a flashlight behind your beating heart and see it light up like a chinese lantern... damn that would be cool. and there'd have to be so many new shadow puppet possibilities... i'm sure there's stuff inside us we could learn to wiggle at will that we don't even know about right now. and people could get multi-layered tattoos, and the clothing industry would go utterly insane setting up new quasi-taboo body parts and putting them on display. bit that might suck would be all these people feeling like they had to figure out new exercises to give their innerds more shape and definition, probably regardless of whether such a thing were truly possible. and diets would take on a whole new twist, heh.
cavefish are a thing i muse upon off and on - i go through phases, i guess. is often triggered in connection with the wonderful story of henry sugar (dahl). also, as cool as it would be to have tails, that one's grown old enough to be merely frustrating. transparancy is at least still somewhat novel.
the tinfoil eyes are less appealing than a practical point of view, but still really intriguing. i wonder if they do anything? they *are* shiny - why not just have more transparent skin there? they also look vaguely conductive... i wonder if they're sensitive. if a person had cavefish eyes, would they spark if the person shuffled across a carpeted room and bent his or her face near the doorknob?
is another way to make myself laugh, i guess - shocking the hell out of these poor imaginary blind cavefish people...
on an unrelated note: i used to be the kind of person who would eat each and every plain cereal piece out of a cereal like lucky charms before i'd allow myself to eat a single marshmallow. i used to have rigid discipline and focus. in that psychology experiment with the kids and marshmallows and immediate vs. delayed gratification, i would have most definitely been one of the ones who held out and got the extra reward and went on to do well in life. it worries me now, because i have become a person who eats each and every marshmallow out of the lucky charms and throws the plain cereal bits away without eating one. it is dining hall food, so that mitigates it somewhat, but it still troubles me somewhat. my focus is shot to hell, and i'm not the only person who's noticed. i used to be a really really repressed person, and i've been working on letting that go, but i hope i haven't broken any useful parts of myself in the process. it scares me. the thing is, i don't want to go back to eating all the cereal pieces before the marshmallows out of fear, because that is decidedly pathetic. but i need to figure out how to pull myself together for the important things...
speaking of which: my hair, which has risen to unprecedented importance... heard today from my supervisor that the issue of my purple hair did indeed come up during a meeting yesterday. is really just more emphasis on the idea that i need to do something unpurplizing to it soon. everyone i've talked to has spoken out in favor of black tips - completely unambigous results! so i guess i'll try to work that one out this weekend. i hope keeping part of it purple doesn't come off as an affront. i want to hold on to at least some of the purple, but i also just really don't want all-black hair. so it's not like i'm simply trying to flout the rules or anysuch. we'll see how it goes - i'm ever the diplomat and my hat should arrive in the mail sometime this weekend.
though naturally, if the purple & black stealth combo does pass muster, i should be able to raise the purple left to me back to a higher intensity and maintain it there without raising any complaints. yay the hat!
got invited to a coworker's party... would like to go if i'm free. i do like my coworkers. i eagerly anticipate my emancipation from the closet - in may. but for now, it's all good. signed my criminal histrory release papers today in prep for the formal job offer. am feeling less peon-like by the day.
now to shower and prepare to explain the basic workings of flash to people tomorrow.
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mackenzie_k:
Perhaps sometime I can make you sushi, it would be My pleasure
mackenzie_k:
well just let Me know when you would like to get together, and what type of stuff you like in your sushi and I can whip some up for ya