aberranteyes left something out of today's essay on London Fog. For one, he didn't mention her support of the Queer Nova Alliance. (Then again, this is understandable, in that he hasn't previously mentioned the QNA, and in that her support was quiet, so as not to make a publick example of the reasons for that support ( Read more... )

Somewhat heated discussion of nova-related issues between myself and aberranteyes. Those of you who read my journal, but not his, may find it... interesting.

Apparently I share this birthday with terific_athlete (belated Merry... um... Decemberween, Homestar), the_dr_faustus (rumor has it he was destroyed in considerable detail; any man's death diminishes me, as Donne has it, but I find I can bear that particular diminution with enormous fortitude)... and bloody_tired, whom I met briefly last Election Night, but with whom I apparently share ( Read more... )

Well, I've been putting this off for long enough, and now I've officially committed to do something about it. As of last night, it's been four weeks since the paraversary, to coin a phrase, of what aberranteyes pointed out as perhaps the most spectacular mistake of my life.

( I don't think it was the grandest, but I'll give him 'the most glorious'. )

While going through the archives of the webcomic in which mmsophia appears, I happened to notice these two pages, in which Lorelei's friend Leo Bowman is given an engine for his truck that "seems to regulate energy drawn from the quantum fluctuations in 'empty' space... forming an almost unlimited source of energy ( Read more... )

When he posted this on Tuesday last, aberranteyes claimed we didn't have to believe if we didn't want to. Speak for yourself, baseline; I rather do have to believe it, I'm afraid.

Free energy sounds rather familiar to me, you see. I'm not sure, from mouserr's description, whether this is more like the hyperfusion theorized, on my home timeline, by the nova physicist ( Read more... )

So, having had it recommended by a friend (based on this post, I decided to give the iGod a try. This is what we had to say to each other.

( Annabelle Newfield is dead, alas. )

...The Colony. O frabjous fucking day! Calloo! Callay, damn it!

Why couldn't it have been someone relatively sane, like Toren or Leo or even James? Does it still do that trick it worked out, I wonder, of injecting baselines with its own substance, forcing them to bear a weight they weren't made to carry?

At least the baselines back home have ( Read more... )

PHEDRE à OENONE
Le voici. Vers mon coeur tout mon sang se retire.
J'oublie, en le voyant, ce que je viens lui dire.
-- Racine, Phedre (II.v)

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