you know a fantasy character who would enthusiastically wear a pair of those weird toe-shoes?
Sam Vimes
Oh my god oh my god but imagine how excited he would be – He runs home one day from work, practically skipping – Sybil looks up from the dragon she’s checking and says “You look happy dear. Which lord has died now?” “Darling-” he replies, with the glint in his eye usually only found during rooftop chases, “Now even my little toes can tell what street I’m on”
Oh & he’d start wearing them to work and maybe some of the younger recruits would mock him but Carrot would overhear them and then before you know it it’s compulsory for every watchman to own and wear a pair of toe shoes on patrol
And the city criminals find it absolutely hilarious until they suddenly realise that watchman in toe-shoes are a whole lot quieter when sneaking up behind you on a cold, dark night than watchman in sandals.
And maybe some of the more delusional Ankhian aristocrats would start wearing them because they think they’re ‘in’ and it would really annoy Vimes because why would you need toe-shoes when all you do is sit around all day anyway? And one day he makes the mistake of complaining about non-watchman wearing them to Vetinari and so Vetinari gets his own pair made entirely in black and then suddenly the whole city is wearing them
And then one evening as they nod off in armchairs in front of the fire Vimes complains about this accidental fad he started to Sybil and she replies “Well, you are very powerful, dear” and all she gets in response is Vimes’ voice, muttered and slightly disgruntled, saying “No one should be that powerful”
Also known as the Marshbuck, the Sitatunga is a species of Tragelaphus antelope which is found throughout Central Africa, with its range centering on the Democratic Republic of the Congo, Cameroon, and parts of southern Sudan, Ghana, Botswana, Zambia, Gabon, Tanzania, Uganda, and Kenya. Sitatunga are typically known to occupy marshes/swamps and other wet habitats. As an adaptation to this, Sitatunga posses a shaggy, water-resistant coat which varies by color geographically. Like other antelope, Sitatunga feed mainly on plant and vegetable matter.
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#I don’t know if this is *the* weirdest thing #but on my closet shelf I have a balloon aviary #every time I go to a festival with a balloon-animal maker #I ask for a bird #and if I get one (some of them don’t know how to make birds) I put it in my collection #I try to get a different colour each time #they’re deflated but they still hold their shapes
Just one day after its successful Pluto Flyby, NASA’s New Horizons spacecraft sent back the first close-up photos of the dwarf planet and its largest moon, Charon.
Not only does Pluto have a mountain range with peaks 3500 meters high which formed no more than 100 million years ago – quite young for a celestial object in a 4.56-billion-year-old solar system -, but Charon looks completely different with cliffs and canyons (one being 7 to 9 km deep!).
The spacecraft also sent new information about Pluto’s outermost known moons, Hydra. We now know that it is about 43 by 33 kilometers with an almost entirely icy surface.
These discoveries are quite impressive, but are also just the beginning. It will take up to 16 months to receive and collect all the data that New Horizons is sending. The spacecraft is now continuing its mission into the Kuiper Belt – a region of space beyond the planets consisting mainly of icy objects.
In which I have the mind-blowing experience to end all mind-blowing experiences, at least until the next one comes along, preceded by a truly terrible dining experience.
Saturday!
What I meant to do: get up early enough to attend classes.
What I actually did: slept in til just before lunch time
Sigh. So apologies (again) to hypno-sandwich and also to daja-the-hypnokitten and hypnosisenthusiast, all of whom had classes that I missed. (Just keep repeating “it’s an UNCON”)
But man do I enjoy sleeping in. It’s one of my favorite things! So the next actual scheduled thing we (myself, Carneggy, and Kat) attended was the catered lunch, which was excellent. There were food and speeches, introductions and awards, and getting to know people. If you were at the table with us and read this please remind me who you are! Because, sigh, it is again all a blur. Part of that is I was still getting to know Kat and spent an awful lot of time focusing on her. Part of that is mind-entropy from not taking notes nightly. (No, that wasn’t a joke, I really did intend at one point to take notes every night.) So please let me know :)
After lunch I had intended to attend krullfelix2002 ‘s story telling class. Yeah, that didn’t happen either. Instead, we went back up to the room and…well you don’t really have to know, right? I’m sure you can guess that there was more getting comfortable happening. Right up until it was time to hit the one class I did attend in full, Carneggy’s Potato/Potatoe discussion. Which was fascinating. I am fairly pathological about being understood, and always try to use exactly the word that means precisely what I want to say, and have MANY MANY times ran into terminology issues where what I was saying and what other people were hearing differed. So very topical and appropriate to my interests.
Which is why I feel fairly bad about admitting that my favorite part of that class was before it even started, when hypno-sandwich grabbed my hair, and theleeallure grabbed my throat, and zanythoughts grabbed my hand, and between the three of them reduced me to a dazed and shaking semblance of a human being, who then had to spend most of the following discussion trying not to obviously shake while pressing my legs together and doing my best to just (fucking focus already!) pay attention to what Carneggy was saying.
I don’t think he minded.
And then it was time for the great meal debacle of MEEHU2 (part 1) – the trip to the Mexican restaurant. Which was chosen because it was close, and therefore faster and more time-efficient.
When the universe makes jokes, it really goes all out.
I waited tables for 14 years, I know of what I speak.
THINGS THE RESTAURANT DID WRONG
1. no splitting checks.
2. food taking almost an hour to arrive
3. food being less than room temperature but more than stone cold when it did finally arrive
4. NEVER bringing the check.
5. Making us late for Hysterical Literature
THINGS THE RESTAURANT DID RIGHT
1. the pineapple margaritas
Just in case you didn’t catch it, I was late to Hysterical Literature. We arrived a little bit into the first reading, zanythoughts performing hypno-sandwich ‘s story “ClickBate”, which I recognized right away since it was part of our first story challenge. What I didn’t realize was that much like in the original videos upon which this presentation was based, zany had a little help under the table. She got through the entire story, which was a real act of willpower! And not coincidentally hotter than hot.
But wait, do you, gentle reader, even know what Hysterical Literature is? Here, go check this out – but be warned, Stoya is definitely NSFW!
Hot, right? Well, in our version, each of us who read got hypnotic coaching beforehand to achieve the same result as Stoya’s hidden vibrator.
Here, as best I can remember, is the lineup that night. (In no particular order. Because reasons. Because I don’t recall who went when until the last of us.)
Solarianne reading from the MindPlay Study Guide (which weirdly seems to only be available in the UK right now)
ashcatred reading one of her own (unfuckingbelievably hot) works
RoseSpells and Doomsux reading from an absolutely hilarious radio play (the name of which I do not know, although it sounded very familiar) about trying to remember the title of a movie
IT WAS AMAZING. As you can probably imagine, most of us who participated have a certain flair for the dramatic even without the aid of hypnotically induced orgasms. I would go so far as to say that some of us who participated have probably been brought to near orgasm just through performing on some other occasion. (And please let me know if you have!)
After that I got to play a little bit of hypno egg with both Kat and orchid-girl, and found out that the writer of Harry Potter & The Methods of Rationality was interested in having me post a file of my reading online for him.Because his housemates were at MEEHU.
I fucking love this world I live in now.
And then Carneggy, Kat, and I meandered past the con suite and up to the room, and you know, got more comfortable with each other.
Wait–they–what–
…of fucking course Eliezer Yudkowsky’s housemates were at MEEHU. I shouldn’t even be surprised anymore: I already knew that my life (well, Brin’s life, anyway) was a perpetual Orange Volkswagen effect of hypno-fetishists.
(I was wondering where all the MEEHU recaps were. Then I heard you’d gone, and I looked, and apparently they’re all on your blog.)
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#shut up Brin nobody cares #reply via reblog #sexuality and lack thereof #nsfw #I still don’t have a rationalist tag #I tried to insert a readmore but I couldn’t get it to work right #oh well at least it’s tagged #in that case I should also tag it #long post
Brinens and Things 