Reading a book about slavery in the middle-ages, and as the author sorts through different source materials from different eras, I am starting to understand why so many completely fantastical accounts of "faraway lands" went without as much as a shrug. The world is such a weird place that you can either refuse to believe any of it or just go "yeah that might as well happen" and carry on with your day.
There was this 10th century arab traveller who wrote into an account that the fine trade furs come from a land where the night only lasts one hour in the summer and the sun doesn't rise at all in the winter, people use dogs to travel, and where children have white hair. I don't think I'd believe something like that either if I didn't live here.
the fact that we need 8 hours of sleep is ridiculous we should only need 4 and the other 4 should be used to be cozy in your bed and rub your legs together like a cricket and listen to music and think about your little scenarios
this year my challenge for everyone is to unlearn the association between love and morality. love is not something that is inherently morally good, and the absence of love is not something that is inherently bad. sex without love isn't morally bankrupt, it's just an action. people without love aren't less kind or less good, they're just people. when we can get past this false (and often unnoticed) dichotomy of good love/evil lovelessness then i think we are going to be able to take leaps and bounds in sex positivity, aro advocacy, certain discussions of mental health...
legitimately so scary that i just made a doctors appointment for 2025. you mean the far distant sci fi future 2025? you mean the pacific rim 2025? you mean i have to go to the doctor while giant robots are fighting the fucking kaiju? fuck all the way offfffffff
i live in a basement right now and the upstairs folks have a baby who is, i would guess, perhaps 18 to 24 months now. the sound insulation in my place is actually fantastic - when the baby cries i CAN hear it but i have to really try, you know - except when stuff, obviously, directly impacts the floor right above my head.
which is, i think, where baby's playpen is set up. because she is the world's smartest baby maybe, and her favorite thing to do is drop a wooden ball - perhaps bowling ball sized? (guessing) - directly on the ground and listen to it 1. bounce until it stops or 2. roll away. it's her time for dropping things. it's baby drop time. she will do this until she stops and i can do nothing to prevent the baby drop time from occurring.
she does this daily between 6-8pm for something like 20 minutes as well as intermittently throughout the day as she pleases. this is something i comment on to my friends when it happens. you know - it's baby drop time! which means sometimes,