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Heeey, Mini Skirt recording! Quality's a little low since it's live and it's got a dancing bit that I don't really care about (for or against), but I love that lil' song. Kronos Quartet does some wonderful stuff, really.

Also found out from the comments it's derived from an earlier piece. Time to hunt it down!

It could still be the Big Bang even if it's not the Biggest Bang. Objectively, it's still pretty damn huge. Ah, ninja'd.

Though, yeah. Depending on how the multiverse stuff pans out, it may be conceptually easy to out dakka the big bang. You just need two of them

And if it goes infinite worlds, well... there'd be plenty more than a measly two.

I still don't really grok why there couldn't be a second big bang, like, off in the distance, though. Given an oscillating "universe" and sufficient space, there could be plenty of other big bangs out there, somewhere, just completely incapable of interacting with this one.

Ah, mention in one of the other games thread made me remember. Been doing a lil' volunteer work again at the local library, and while sitting around waiting for something to happen, well...

Movie titles. The big one that I keep WTFing at is, Love, in the Time of Cholera. Who the hell thought that was a good idea, and how the blazes is it any different from love at other times?

Anyway, no doubt at all there's odder ones, but... this one is in a public library. It almost made me wtf as hard as when I noticed they've got Anthony's Firefly on the shelves.

Ha! Now I have actual (sorta'.) confirmation that chairs are of the devil and lounging is the best of things. 135 degree lounge and feet on the floor? Hell yes I can do that. That's comfy. Chairs, though. Chairs hurt. Bugger those. Folks fond of chairs better hope I never get executive control of their work area, because everything'd be replaced with chaises or somethin'.

Chest breathing doesn't work. I get lightheaded. Not enough air

Rest, no comment

I just stacked three bottles atop of each other. Why the heck did I do that?

Stacking improbably stackable things is not a means to an end. It is an end in itself.

I remember well that time I stacked up random office desk stuff until it was taller than I was, while doing volunteer work in the local city hall. People coming to pay their water bill looked at it a little funny.

I don't know what that is, but it sounds vaguely terrifying. Lemme' go check.

Ah, that's not that bad. Don't have any, but I might keep an eye out. Pumice isn't too bad, honestly.

Yeah, there's a whole list in there for "freemium" stuff. There's more than a few F2P games on the list.

It's up there with "I'm going to love you like a love song"

Four minutes long and poorly executed?

Damn, there went the inner snark, yikes.

Anyway, yeah. I'd probably miss infatuation if I'd have ever experienced it. Well into my twenties, but... nope. Not a thing. Attraction from time to time, but nothing stronger. Living in hostile territory for an extended period royally fucks with your mind, folks ♫ Though it doesn't really have to be that bad. You just have to break in the right ways, and once you're aware of it, you can influence how you shatter and reform.

Maybe eventually. I'unno, part of me's just not interested anymore, more of me's vaguely terrified of what actual affectionate contact would do to me. I'm well aware I've been basically starved for human contact most of my life and m'hilariously unsure how I'd react to someone I could actually trust to the extent of romantic interaction. My own warmth is frankly addicting and I experienced psychological withdrawal symptoms for a while after going to college and leaving the pets behind. Adding a source as large and as powerful as another human to the mix... the heat from body heat is... different.

Then there's the somewhat mild sensory hypersensitivity*. I can approach the point of orgasm from freaking still air, if I twist my mind the rest of the way. Moving air, or water, or sand or dirt or whatever is just... Sensation is literal bliss. It's, I'unno, hard to communicate. There's a lurking, vaguely ravenous, thirst for warmth in the depths. Sensation is spirituality. To feel is to approach or achieve divinity. Existence is perfection, for what is can be naught but what is. To feel is to touch the divine. To breath is to spread your arms as god. To smell is to taste the firmament of the world. Sight is its own reality. The pursuit of experience is the fundamental good, not pleasure. Hedonism did not go far enough.

Tired now. Lost train of thought, so, I guess, nap?

*It's got its downsides, it's got its upsides, but I spent about twelve years of fairly consistent, if somewhat sparse, effort getting it and by the gods I'm keeping it. The thought of going back to not paying attention to my surroundings makes me vaguely terrified. Too much capability, lost.

And the award for most pathos-inducing passage of erotica goes to...me!

Eeehhh. *waggles hand* Don't get me wrong, it wasn't bad, but I'd only rate it so-so. Better than bad, not worse than good, but not best. Take it well, for it means you can still improve. The only sadness comes from reaching the personal extent of mastery, for at that point you can only get worse.