It terrifies me that people are autonomous, that they're self-controlled. That there's not some meter you can watch, some way of measuring their inner workings, safeguarding against them deciding what you don't want them to ( Read more... )

(this is mostly directed to prickvixen, whose taste on the subject I trust ( Read more... )

Things are okay. Bit slow, bit quiet - I tend to kind of shut down when not in the regular presence of certain people ( Read more... )

I have a bookcase now. It looks all stately, full of my books. The top shelf is almost all comic book trade paperbacks. My parents would be aghast ( Read more... )

First thing's first, this is a post I've been meaning to make for a while: I feel pretty okay. I want SOME of these entries to not be miserable. I'm fine most of the time ( Read more... )

I've reached another one of those points where I have to start culling buddy lists ( Read more... )

I want to read a story about a hero who wants nothing more than to be evil - to be the hyperdramatic, handwringing anarchist-murderer at the center of every juvenile revenge fantasy - and yet they are forced to be the hero, because the naturally-occurring evils of the world are so much greater than the hero could ever wring from their tiny little ( Read more... )

Tonight I was reminded of something I've been aware of a while, but that seldom really comes to the forefront: One of my oldest friends, if not the closest, is dying of Cystic Fibrosis. The diagnosis means that yes, I've been aware of this and it has been happening since we first met, but it's finally really coming to a head. They probably won't ( Read more... )