Alistair Young @cerebrate@schelling.pt

Wanted, T-shirt division:

A picture of Han Solo trying to sneak into the Large Hadron Collider, with the caption "That's not how the Interaction works!"

Ankle socks are slippers in denial. Change my mind.

One also wonders how they dealt with the problem of their hidden sietch water-hoards getting all algified and gross without losing or unusablizing some water in the process.

Backwashing the pool filter this morning, and having recently watched _Dune_, can't help but wonder what the first Fremen off-world must have thought when they encountered people throwing away gallons of water _just_ to clean some crud off their sand...

(Other than, y'know, crysknife to the face.)

#dune #water

Installed: anti-light protection barrier.

As an SF author, I have heard enough about drawing a hard boundary between SF and fantasy. Don't care about that. I am much more interested in drawing a hard boundary between "intriguing dreams of elsewheres and elsewhens" and "smug parables shitting on them".

Tl;dr mundanobation should be its own genre.

Typo of the day: "smuggling drags".

All Charlottes should have younger sisters named Charlittle. I have spoken.

If AI was really as good at satisfying literary whims as some claim, I would even now be holding in my hands a copy of Shakespeare's _þe Lamentable Tragedie of Saruman þe White_.

I should also say that the absence of this essential character is my chief disappointment with Dune (2021).

(In the absence of other evidence, I choose to believe that he lived a long and happy life after growing fat on the blood of Harkonnens.)

So, as you may have gathered from my last toot, I rewatched Dune (1984) last night.

And I have a pressing question: what happened to the Atreides battle pug!?

We just folded space from Ix.

A tornado watch has been issued! Everyone rush outside and watch the tornadoes!