Alistair Young @cerebrate@schelling.pt

Having assembled the necessary series of connectors to enable a current computer to talk to a 1980s peripheral...

Well. This is a story about airlocks.

#sf #writing

Among the depressing parts of uspol is that people keep coming up with meme reasons to oppose Kamala Harris, whereas in any halfway civilized society, her record of prolonging sentences to make use of prison labor, hiding exculpatory evidence, and covering up prosecutorial abuse should be more than sufficient to disqualify her from holding any office of public or private trust or authority for the rest of her natural.

TIL that in Korean as it is spoken in North Korea, there are two different honorifics meaning “comrade”, depending on whether the comrade you are addressing is of higher social status.

That’s a fundamental truth about communism right there.

"Doomsmugging", incidentally, is today's neoword for "as long as you idiots are going to burn the world, at least I can still have sarcasm and s'mores".

People are all "but this time you need to vote defensively/strategically/for the lesser evil" as if where we are standing right now isn't the product of literal generations of short-termist dipshits pursuing that exact strategy.

Congratulations.

You chose evil for the dumbest "pragmatic" reasons.

Now you have it.

Enjoy.

I just had a cog slip in my brain and wrote an article for my notes about the Imperial Navy and its "pretty officers".

I mean, not that they don't *have* those, but still...

#eldraeverse #writing

(Well, to be fair, they don't list the Oyashio-class attack submarines as "destroyer, subsurface". But they should.)

On another note, I for one am hoping the JMSDF habit of typing literally every ship as a destroyer variant of one kind or another persists through our expansion into space, just so that _someone_ will be operating "destroyer, comma, star".

"And now, if you look out the right side of the spacecraft, you'll see a bad moon."

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.