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And then burn it to the ground, violently dismember those responsible, mix the ashes and fleshy detritus together, and spread the mixture over a five square mile area. This will prevent the accursed things from reappearing for seven months and a month.

What sucks is that EVERY chapter in fanfiction ALWAYS ends in a cliffhanger. 

... nah. I'd say that, by the numbers, over the course of all the fanfiction I've read less chapters have ended on cliffhangers than otherwise. I'd probably wager one out of every three or four at most, if I had to throw out a wild guess. At least among the stuff I've read. Which is fairly voluminous at this point, heh. Somewhat more frequent compared to the published stuff I've read, but not terribly much.

How can microsoft make such a good free antivirus, but can't make sure their windows updates don't break things before pushing them to users?  A little annoyed in avast for failing so hard too, I used to recommend it, but now it slows startup to a crawl, and seems to malfunction every time I system restore.

Ah, the eternal AV software cycle. Why does it always seem to end up like that, anyway?

Eh, sometimes. Something similar, anyway. But that happens whether going to bed happens at midnight or noon, yeah. Not so much a "conscious night" thing as a "relaxing mind" thing, y'kin?

... arabian nights are like arabian days. I guess there's probably some sort of day cycle influence on cognition (all things being equal, we're diurnal critters.), but I haven't really noticed it. Thought processes change based on lack of sleep, yes, but that's only conditionally related to natural light levels. Otherwise, one time of day is much the same as any other. A particular behavioral set by and large results in the same cognitive reaction regardless of it being night or day, at least for me.

Wow that's some thick and grey gravy.

Also rather puny biscuits. I'm fairly sure I've ate that kind before, or ones that look suspiciously like them. Not on my top ten biscuit list. Good one tends to be more... vertical. Fluffy.

... most of that top ten list is home cooked. Having had both excellent scones and excellent biscuits, I will say without hesitation that good biscuits match good scones with ease.

Gravy looks about normal for sausage gravy, though. Not much of a gravy eater m'self.

Weird thing at the end of the article (Can it not be both?), but other than that... hell, hell if I know. From what I've seen, we do try to excuse our inability to help others. It's... I'unno, one of those deeply hypocritical aspects of most societies I'm familiar with, where, especially when young, we're taught that helping others and loving one's neighbor and etc., and so forth, and so on is all important and good and crap, but apparently when we hit the point that it turns out that, hey, it can be pretty hard to do that shit so we start trying to figure out ways to not. And then we notice the methods other people around us (in our peer group, or elders) are excusing betraying those early lessons and just kinda'... join in. S'very natural.

Devaluing others is just one of those methods, I guess? If you can't or don't want to help someone who needs help, despite being taught that you ought to, well, obviously the problem must be in the one that needs help, right? You, yourself, can't be a bad person, after all... right? If you were willfully refusing to or unable to figure out a way to do the right thing, then you'd be a bad or incapable person, but you're not, so there must be something about them that justifies not helping. Even if there isn't. And so it goes. Lot of times it seems like it's not even explicit like that, just a kinda' subconscious heuristic people run certain problems they encounter through. "The fault must not lie with me."

But yeah, people in desperate straights turning nasty is... pretty standard fare. For whatever reason, that's pretty normal psychology for us monkeys. Awareness of the behavior is the first step towards avoiding it.

And now it has gone from a snail holding a stick to an undulating mating ritual and my happy is gone, _{gone, gone. No, wait, there it is again. That's some lovely mucus honey *wink nudge*}