"It's not cosmic radiation...it's a reality !"
Whereas I'm not sure what that is. Green, fuzzy..I'm too far away for it to be distinctive. Something about wood ?
Thats all right though, so says a good friend. This distance between myself and reality apparently imbibes me with a unique perspective on matters organic. Perhaps, or maybe he is just trying to make me feel better about my detached existence.
Still, too many strings restrict and pull in directions not favoured. Mind you, drifting away is not an option either.
In essence, I am Wednesday's Child.
Meanwhile, back in Bava's world, those leather outfits sure do look good. Italian style no less. However, before that I present not a list of ingredients but rather a cake. Slowly baking
where is the Cavorite when I need it ?
Currently playing with Pascal's Triangle. Inevitably balls were involved.
Wondering if I should have chicken tonight. Now if only I could prepare food like that, life in my kitchen would be less, how shall I put it, adventurous.
Oh no, I've created a Farcebook profile. Why did I do that ? Slap me now.
Occasionally found world building. Or rebuilding parts of the world anew, with added, pixelated shine
frantically dreaming up designs for machines that will not see the light of day for 300 years ( Latest sketches involve a temporal relocator device, driven by big sails, a helical screw and composted tea bags. ( Green tea, of course ) In 300 years, they will look back at my sketches and tell me that it would never have worked this way, I should have used coffee instead. Given I don't like the stuff though, does this mean my inventions are perpetually doomed to failure ? )
Once upon a time I was terrified of the hot stuff, I blame this man for that. From that day on, following that primoid and swarfega embellished assault on my young senses, not even a sofa could protect me from dread spectacles of magmalicious. viscous crawl that played upon my eyes. But with adulthood comes fascination of nightmares past. So all you need to know now is I'm somewhat of a volcano nut. They are just so damn s*xy !
I'm primarily an essentialist and realist, so occasionally found to be railing against the absurdities of relativists and social constructivists as they pontificate ( with barely hidden political agendas masquerading as rational discourse ) on matters of human nature and topics scientific.
Currently reading:
Cycles of Time - Roger Penrose
Geons-Black-Holes-Quantum-Foam - John Wheeler
