gallusrostromegalus:

elodieunderglass:

aimofdestiny:

kalikatze:

weareinquisitor:

we-are-viking:

weareincarnate:

we-are-medium:

wearepsychicwarrior:

weareassassin:

dare-to-dm:

dungeons-and-drama:

kramergate:

heres a neat little quiz for getting your real life stats

http://www.kevinhaw.com/add_quiz.php

tell me what you get

heres my fucking embarrassing textbook nerd stats

I would ask to reroll me.

Looks like I’m rolling a particularly death prone bard!

Damn. The Mun’s Dex is too low to be an Assassin.

Ironically the mun is completely incapable of being a psionic warrior as my con is too low, though I would not be a bad wizard or psion.

Your stats are:
 STR:7
 INT:18
 WIS:14
 DEX:6
 CON:6
 CHR:13

STR:10
INT:16
WIS:14
DEX:11
CON:12
CHR:14

strength 8

intellect 17

wisdom 14

dexterity 7

Constitution 12

charisma 18

I don’t know what any of this MEANS but I ADMIRE it very much (frames with hands)

I think I might be stronger than that, because I was basing the thing of “how much you can lift over your head” on various babies or cats I can lift over my head, and I was like “well babies aren’t standardised measuring equipment” so I rounded it down.

BITCHIN’.  Gotta get back into yoga and weightlifting but OTHERWISE PRETTY BITCHIN for a level 1 Bard.

Your stats are:
 STR:10
 INT:15
 WIS:13
 DEX:10
 CON:12
 CHR:10

Pretty balanced, I like it.

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gehayi:

gehayi:

The problem, basically, comes down to health and home repairs. I’m still trying to rid my credit cards of debts incurred twelve years ago when I was disabled by staph. And after that…well, I live in an old house that needs constant repair, and I literally don’t have the money to fix it. This is what I’ve been hit with this year:

  • A termite infestation.
  • A leaking oil tank. This ended up costing me a fortune in repair calls, replacement, and installation, and the repairmen had a devil of a time getting it down the cellar stairs. I gather that the original tank was placed first and the house was built around it. And I have been saddled with a five-year installment loan because that was literally the only way that the oil company would sell me a new tank.  I currently owe 3,782.16. I don’t know how I’m going to pay it off.
  • Mouse infestation. This led to yet another contract and more debt–as the exterminator wouldn’t come if I didn’t agree to it. And mice and rats terrify me. I couldn’t sleep.  I couldn’t eat.

Last year I had water coming in through the kitchen ceiling. That required the entire upstairs bathroom to be renovated and repaired. Water still leaks into the boards in the front hall when it rains. And I have two dying trees in my yard that would take out my house or my neighbors’ houses if they ever fell.

This has also been a year for equipment wearing out. My computer wore out and needed to be replaced. After that, my phone died. I’m disabled, and the winter tends to exacerbate my health problems. If I need to call 911, I have to have a functioning phone.

The odds are that my refrigerator will be the next expensive piece of equipment to die. I can’t afford to replace it. I also can’t live without it.

And now it’s getting close to December, which means two things–oil bills (which have to be charged to an already burdened card) and taxes on the house in January.  $4,000 worth of taxes.  And another $4,000 next July.

I DON’T HAVE THE MONEY. I’ve got about $350.00 in my checking account right now, and another $2200 or so in my Money Market (which is my account for taxes). And with the current tax bill in Congress, I may not have even Social Security or Medicare much longer. I don’t know what I’m going to live on in 2018–or how I’m going to survive without medical care.

I haven’t worked this year, so I don’t have any income beyond Social Security.

And I’m strapped. Worse, I’ve got about $27,000 in debt to pay off.  That’s on top of the $8,000 I need for taxes.

A friend of mine who goes by the screen name of ZeldaQueen suggested that I offer to write, to edit, and to review in exchange for donations.  I think I could do that. So this is what I’m offering in exchange:

When I reach $8,000, I’ll have enough set aside for taxes–at least for next year, though I desperately need some kind of steady income so that I can pay bills for the foreseeable future–and I’ll post at my Dreamwidth journal a snarky in-depth summary and analysis of “The Castle of Otranto,” which is the first Gothic novel. It is over the top, melodramatic, and gloriously absurd.

If I reach $10,000, I’ll post at my Dreamwidth a snarky in-depth summary and analysis of a play that I genuinely love, “Macbeth.” The analysis will include facts, details and trivia not usually covered. (For example, did you know that Lady Macbeth was based on a real woman? One with a backstory that will make you see Lady Macbeth and her husband through new eyes?)

If I get enough to pay the taxes AND pay off all the credit card debt (because why not  shoot for the moon at this point, am I right?), I will do something that I swore I would never do. I’ll review The Brick. That’s right. Victor Hugo’s “Les Miserables.”  I’ve read the unabridged version (which this will NOT be) and…let’s just say that I think the musical is far better. So if you want to see me being miserable over Les Miz, that’s the goal to aim for.

As you can see, I’m trying to offer something for everyone: thorough analysis for the bibliophiles, help and research for students, and appreciative humor aimed at three stories that I genuinely like. (I’m not fond of The Brick, but I do enjoy the stories of Jean Valjean and of Les Amis.)

If you can’t donate, please at least spread the word and forward the fundraiser around Twitter, Facebook, and Tumblr. The more people who hear about this, the better the chance that I’ll still have a place to live this winter.

Thank you very much. I hope to God this helps.

P.S. If you can’t donate, please at least spread the word and forward the fundraiser around Twitter, Facebook, and Tumblr. The more people who hear about this, the better the chance that I’ll still have a place to live this winter.

P.P.S. Depending on the success of the fundraiser and reception the proffered reviews get, I’m considering starting a Patreon project. 

Here’s the tentative list of what I’m offering:

Essays on writing.  What to do. What not to do. Common problems. Qualities that I wish I saw more in published fiction and/or manuscripts.

Proofreading. Line editing. Substantive editing.

A new review series on Dreamwidth and Tumblr. I’m thinking of calling it Gehayi’s Required Reading List.

 And again–please reblog. I need all the help that I can get.

Thank you.

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And thank you again.

I don’t often signal boost fundraisers of any kind, but.

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wishingformemoria:

ohphil:

IF YOU’VE NEVER HEARD THIS BEFORE, I FEEL SORRY FOR YOU HONESTLY (x)

discourse-me-never:

I think lots of the “turn everything into markets, make markets control everything, have housemates pay each other money to decide questions of how loudly it’s acceptable to play music at 3am, always give people money rather than giving them things so that they can decide how to spend the money, treat literally everything as fungible with money” crowd have an astonishingly bad case of typical mind.

I find it really actively painful to pay for things with money. 

Decision paralysis is a thing. It is an unpleasant thing. I do not enjoy being stuck in decision paralysis at all. It feels like my brain freezes up with anxiety and my mind’s gears get stuck and I can’t quite think over the sound of the different options echoing repeatedly around my skull.

When it is just decision paralysis over “do you want this apple or this pear”, it is not that bad.

When it’s decision paralysis over “assign a number in Money Units to how much you want this apple”, it’s really painful. Because my intuitions suck at figuring out exactly what the “money” number represents in terms of how-much-I-care, and so I can’t use my instinctive “that sounds like a good trade” / “that sounds not-worth it” heuristics at all. Plus I have fairly intense anxiety over how much money I possess, on account of how if you run out of money then you die, so my system one just doesn’t think that any item could possibly be worth buying for any amount of money no matter how small. In addition, my preferences do not exhibit any of the properties that pro-market people claim they are “supposed” to have, like non-circularity and consistency and decreasing marginal returns.

So when I have to deal with money, there are… a few options available to me:

1. Refuse to pay any amount of money for anything, ever. Hoard the money. Remember, if you run out of money, you die, so money is infinitely valuable. Never give up any money without a fight. Buying food is OK, providing you’re starving and will otherwise die.

2. When presented with a choice about money, panic and decide randomly.

3. Attempt to use some comparison point, such as “for £10 I could buy a box of cookies; do I want this more or less than the cookies?” and attempt to ignore the fact that my willingness to spend now varies wildly depending on how hungry / in-the-mood-for-cookies I currently am.

4. Suppress all desires to buy anything except food and necessities, reminding myself that it is Virtuous to be careful with money. When I eventually am forced to give in and buy something, switch off the inhibitions, and then helplessly watch myself as I immediately give in to every purchase impulse I’ve ever felt and spend money I can’t afford on curious-looking gadgets and rainbow scarves and cookies.

5. Before making any decision about money, spend several hours constructing an elaborate spreadsheet that estimates the prices for getting everything I desire and then puts them in priority order and decides how to distribute spending based on that, and updating the spreadsheet with all my recent purchases and all of the ways my preferences have been fluctuating lately and all the new desires I’ve acquired.

6. When presented with a decision about money, such as whether to buy an item at a certain price, attempt to actually figure out how much I value money so that I can understand whether the thing is a good deal. Spend the rest of the day crying and panicking while I try and compare all the different things I want and realise I cannot afford a tiny fraction of them, and try and put a numerical value on how much it would hurt to lose all my prized possessions, and run calculations showing that I might run out of money and starve in two years’ time, and realise that food will never be as cheap as I need it to be, and nobody will ever pay me as much for my prized possessions as I value them. Completely forget about the fact I was supposed to be deciding whether to buy the thing, because I am now busy having an existential crisis.

7. Pretend money doesn’t exist, and beg for my friends to bail me out and buy me the thing.

Participating in markets that force me to use money is always going to cause me to suffer. I do not care if that market could theoretically satisfy my preferences better than if I just made like-for-like deals with my roommates and negotiated things with arguments about morality and followed ‘politeness’ rules. Being in this market will make me suffer because I will be constantly stuck making decisions using the algorithms above.

Maybe you have plenty of money and so making decisions about it isn’t painful or scary. Maybe for you, making decisions about money is easier than negotiating like-for-like trades, because it abstracts away from thoughts about how much you would hate starving versus how much you would hate never having nice things versus how much you would hate being unable to enforce your boundaries. Maybe you find it very intuitive to translate “five dollars” into an amount-of-caring that your system one can understand.

People like me do not find that easy. If we hate putting monetary values on things, it is not because you just need to explain the concept of money-as-unit-of-caring a little better or because we just don’t understand that things are fungible or we’re too stupid to be able to quantify anything.

I will very happily specify a number of apples that I will trade for your pears, or an amount of chores I’d be willing to do in order for getting the nicer bedroom, or a concession I’d be willing to make for you in exchange for a concession I’d like you to make for me.

But money is the unit of Not Dying. Please do not force me to think about the strength of all of my preferences relative to the strength of my preference to Not Die. This will mostly just make me panic and declare that money has infinite value and twist myself up in impossible knots and have a panicky breakdown every time I have to exchange money for food.

This is similar to how I feel (although thankfully a little less extreme). Markets might be good at a more abstract societal level, and when you don’t have the opportunity/time to ask people what they need giving money is better than giving a potentially useless thing, but I definitely wouldn’t want to turn my shared flat into a market, because then I’d end up miserable a lot because paying for mere comforts doesn’t seem worth any amount of the unit of Not Dying.

ETA: I wonder if some of the difference in attitudes towards money can be explained by people who have stable employment vs. people who don’t, and if so how much.

Sex and flirting in Japan (originally from lj user supacat)

jumpingjacktrash:

the-real-seebs:

rairii:

asukaskerian:

supacat:

“homasse asked about the differences in flirting styles in the different countries I’ve been in, and Meg asked the same question only about sex (-_-);;; um, I don’t travel the world treating it like a smorgasbord of guys, sampling various ones from each country (tragically). But I can talk about Japan, and it’s pretty different. So…”

Flirting in Japan

Flirting seems like a misnomer. It’s more like an absense of flirting. If you like someone in Japan, there are a couple of different ways of showing it and/or approaching them, none of which really resemble flirting in the west. 

1. Nanpa (the “pickup”)First off, only guys do nanpa; in the rare case that girls do it, it’s called gyaku-nan (“reverse nanpa”), but I never heard of gyaku-nan actually happening, it always seemed like it was more of an amusing theoretical idea, rather than something girls really did. 

Nanpa only refers to the case when you don’t know the other person at all, and you want to pick them up. Nanpa is direct. “You’re cute. What’s your name? Do you have time? Let’s go somewhere.” That is the classic script of nanpa. It can be shortened to just: “Kawaii yo. Jikan aru?” If you hear that, you’re being nanpa-ed. Of course, if you are a non-Asian foreigner, you will probably never hear that, because Japanese guys are too shy to try and nanpa a white or black woman. Most Japanese guys are too shy to nanpa at all. If you ask a Japanese if he has ever done nanpa, he’ll probably say, “ZOMG! No way! I’m too embarrassed!” since nanpa is direct, and mostly, if you are Japanese and you like someone, you embark on a series of subtle, indirect stealth manoeuvres, because liking prohibits action, especially for women, but also for men. 

Why is this the case? Japanese social interaction is all about intuiting the other person’s wishes without discussing them openly, at the same time that they are intuiting your wishes without discussing them openly, so that although nothing is ever verbalised, the two of you will always exist in a compromise position of equilibrium. If you like someone, that intuitive part goes into overdrive, because you should be able to understand everything about that person without them ever telling you, and you should be able to please them without ever asking how, even more than you would with a normal person. So it’s more important than ever to be indirect. Which leads me to: 

2. Negotiating through a third partyAgain, it’s not really flirting, but since flirting is showing your feelings openly–that is, pushing your feelings onto another person, which is direct and rude–it’s better to show no sign to the other person and meanwhile exploit the back channels. Sort of like in high school. So that convoluted human chain whereby: you like Hiro and you tell Junko that you think Hiro has a nice smile knowing that Junko will intuit that you want to know if Hiro likes you back, since Junko is friends with Goro who is friends with Hiro and Junko will talk to Goro and Goro will bring it up with Hiro etc etc etc etc etc etc. Once everything is confirmed, Hiro will ask you out. (The girl ask the guy out? Ahahahaha. Be serious.)
If you don’t have a third party to negotiate for you, you may be forced to use other methods, all of them so subtle that a westerner may not even notice them at all.

3. Subtle signals
– Shyness. Pronounced shyness is form of flirting, since it’s a sign of liking, especially from girls, but also from guys. She interacts with everyone else more than him, she doesn’t sit next to him, she doesn’t talk much to him, she doesn’t initiate anything with him. – Attentiveness. You make life easier for the other person without being asked to. For example, when you got to a restaurant in Japan it’s normal to share food, so flirting means not ordering what you like, but ordering what s/he likes, which you already know without asking, because you’re observant. Stuff like that.- Eye contact. It’s the opposite to the west, where you gaze deeply into someone’s eyes if you like them. Direct eye contact is a bit rude in Japan at the best of times. If you’re flirting you look down and away a lot.- Indirect compliments. I can’t think of a good example. It’s pretty rare to give direct compliments and even more rare to compliment someone’s looks. (It’s especially rare for guys to compliment girls directly.) I wish I could think of a good example! I’ll come back to this one.

Sex in Japan
It’s really different. It’s just so completely different. The first time I had sex with a Japanese guy was easily the most bamboozling experience of my entire life. 
Before I launch into anything, I should say that while I lived in Japan for five years, I have had sex with only a select few people, and that was within long term relationships, so it’s not as if I have personally taken a wide sample. But I had a network of Japanese friends (mostly female) and every time I encountered a cultural difference I immediately pumped them all for information, asking my millions of questions. I make generalized statements only when something that I personally experienced was confirmed as The Norm. 
The biggest difference is that sex in Japan is not a mutual sharing experience with both partners spontaneously doing whatever they feel like or enjoy whenever they feel like doing it. Sex has rules and sex has roles just as every social interaction in Japan has rules and roles. There is an active partner and a passive partner. Active means moving; passive means unmoving. In heterosexual sex, the active partner is always male, and the passive partner is always female. In gay sex you work out your roles beforehand: the seme is active, the uke is passive (for gay guys); the tachi is active, the neko is passive (for gay women). If you are familiar with seme/uke conventions from yaoi manga, you can use them as a way of relating to what I’m talking about, because those conventions are not a fictional construct, randomly decided upon by a group of yaoi mangaka. Straight people have sex like that too, in reality. 

So there is an active partner and a passive partner, which causes various flow on effects. You can’t have “Whoo-hoo! Go for it!” sex because both partners are constrained by their roles. The passive partner (obviously) because she can’t move, and the active partner because he has to take care of the passive partner, instructing her on what to do and exerting himself so that she has a good time. 
Japanese guys are generally more stressed out by sex than western guys and that is because they are responsible for the sex; as the active male, the sex is their burden, they have to do everything, it’s all up to them. Sex equates not only (sometimes not even primarily) with ‘fun’ or ‘pleasure’, it also equates with ‘work’ and ‘obligation’. 

I also can’t emphasise enough just how passive the passive partner is. The way a woman kisses is by submissively opening her mouth, not moving her tongue unless she is cued to do so; if she’s really feminine she won’t open her mouth at all, until she’s told to. Sometimes women will move around a (very) little during sex, but mostly not at all. The slang term for a woman who lies completely still in bed is maguro (tuna). For me, with my western sensibilities and preconceptions, calling someone a ‘tuna’ in bed sounds like an insult, conjuring up images of cold dead fish, but in Japan that word has a very positive connotation. Tuna’s an expensive delicacy.

Part of what was so bamboozling the first time I had sex in Japan was that I didn’t know there was a Way of Sex, with strict gendered roles, and I just was happily doing my own thing, throwing my partner into total confusion. Seiji told me much later that dating me made him feel like he was gay, because I was active in bed, and he couldn’t connect that with anything except masculinity.
When it came to the guys I dated, even though it was completely outside their experience, they sort of (kind of) eventually adjusted their thinking and accepted the fact that I was active (because I was Foreign and Foreign Women Are Different) but the thing I could never completely change was the fixed idea they had that someone must be passive. Yes, I could be active in bed, but they had no template for how to react to that other than the female/passive/uke template. So at best we could alternate “active periods”, and though the lines between active and passive blurred a little over time, they never blurred completely. And total shutdowns still happened: thirty seconds tick past and my partner hasn’t moved at all … oh, okay, I get what’s happened. 

If I’m making cross-cultural sex sound like a bit of a nightmare: yeah, it was. In this case, once I worked out what was going on, I thought all my problems could be solved by a simple conversation or two, explaining the more free-form nature of western sex, and encouraging my partner along the lines of, “You don’t have to act a certain way, you can act however you like! You can relax! Enjoy yourself! Doesn’t that sound great?” but that was also a failure to understand the Japanese psyche. It’s not liberating for a Japanese person to be told there are no rules, it’s frightening. I was inadvertently terrorizing my partner by dropping them into the middle of a scary foreign wilderness and telling them to make do without a map. 

Sex and hygiene
Sex in the west can be spontaneous, but sex in Japan isn’t, or at least, not in the same way. In Japan, you can’t get in the front door and immediately start stripping each other’s clothes off in the hallway. Well, you can, and your Japanese partner will probably acquiesce because they are Japanese, but deep down they will be hideously uncomfortable and thinking, “Sex? But I’m not mentally prepared! I haven’t done my kokoro no junbi! And she hasn’t had a shower! And I haven’t had a shower! This is kind of gross!”
Shower is important. You should shower directly before and after you have sex. Before is more important than after. This makes me sound like I only ever dated people with OCD, but it’s the norm. The way I first found out about this was in conversation with my friend Natsue.

Me: I was at Seiji’s place hanging out and he randomly told me that I could use his shower if I felt like it. Don’t you think that’s weird? Natsue: *cracks up laughing* Cat, that means he wants to have sex with you! If a guy mentions having a shower, he is saying that he wants to have sex. Me: But isn’t it kind of rude to imply I needed to shower first? Like, it was a date, obviously I had showered before going over to his apartment! Natsue: Well, I suppose so… *sounding unconvinced* … but didn’t you say he lives in Yokohama?Me: What does Yokohama have to do with it?Natsue: Well, you went on the train to get there … it’s better to have another shower. If a guy had sex with me without showering first, it would make me really uncomfortable.
Sensing yet another cross-cultural disaster in the making, I began the investigation, hitting up all the usual suspects for information, including my friend Tomoko, who was dating a western guy called Andy.
Me: Sorry to bring this up suddenly, but does it weird you out that Andy sometimes initiates sex without showering first?Tomoko: YES! I’m so glad I finally have someone to talk to about this! Cat, are all westerners like this? It’s so dirty and I can’t relax! It makes me feel like we are just animals!
After I heard basically the same story from all my Japanese girlfriends, I went back to Seiji.

Me: First of all, westerners don’t always shower or have a bath before sex. However, I will try to accommodate you on this because the idea of sex without showering seemed to horrify everyone I talked to right down to their very bones. Secondly, when you suggested that I shower the other day, and I said no, I was not rejecting you. I didn’t understand that it was your Japanese signal that you wanted to have sex. If I had understood that, I would definitely have said yes. Seiji: *spits tea all over the table*Me: …this is one of those deeply unspoken Japanese things that I’m not supposed to talk about directly, isn’t it.Seiji: Yes.
Another thing that is considered rather icky and unhygienic is ejaculate. Guys are really embarrassed by it. They will be desperately scrabbling for a tissue almost before you realise they’ve come at all, since it is really bad form to get ejaculate anywhere, without cleaning it up immediately afterwards (and immediately means immediately). This is yet one more thing that men are responsible for as the ‘active’ partner. The more of a nice, polite guy they are, the more stressed out they will be about it. It’s also yet one more way that the sex is prescribed and controlled; the guy can never really let go, because even at the moment of climax, he’s already worrying about cleaning up, or trying not to make a mess in the first place. 

… okay, wow, I have been writing and thinking about this entry for more than an hour, and I feel like I’ve barely scratched the surface, so I’m just going to stop here. Flirting in other countries I’ve been to should be easier to write about, I might come back to that in a separate post. Meanwhile, if there’s anything else you want to know, feel free to ask.

culture is so weird

christ, it sounds like a nightmare.

This is extremely interesting (cultures! cultures are so weird!) and also made me think about the role this might play in the weeabo-nerd-autism overlap – of *course* very specific rules around relationships and rituals that leave enough time for everyone to prepare mentally for what’s coming sounds appealing to people who don’t do well with unscripted, spontaneous social interactions.

(I really wonder how Japanese people *learn* about the Sex Script, though, and how this interacts with cross-national access to porn. Is western porn just horrifying and weird to Japanese people? But I’m pretty sure Japanese porn also doesn’t exactly follow that script… is all of that just intentionally playing on the taboo? Is there a kind of mainstream Japanese porn that has all these elements and where everybody gets it?)

fierceawakening:

just-shower-thoughts:

What if homosexuality is nature’s way of coping with over-population?

…I honestly wonder this sometimes myself.

This doesn’t seem to make sense, surviving genes don’t care about overpopulation.

Although I suppose that having non-procreating individuals in a group who further the survival of other individuals who share some of their genes (e.g. siblings, nephews/nieces, etc.) could have been especially advantageous in situations with scarce resources, so…. maybe kinda?

thesecretlifeofavettech:

drownedwednesday:

champawattigress:

From the Vet Behaviour Team

This is serious. Most bites actually happen with familiar dogs, and parents in the same room. You are setting your dog up to fail by placing it in these situations. Let’s try to set everyone up for success instead!

Even the sweetest of dogs can have enough and snap just out of pure frustration.
Most dogs will give you a million warnings before they resort to biting, so watch your dog’s body language and know when space is needed.

There are lots of good, reasonably safe child-dog interactions in this world and lots of kind dogs who genuinely like interacting with kids and don’t mind them.

But a look at the body language in those pictures makes it very clear that these are not in that category.

wirehead-wannabe:

nostalgebraist:

You know, back when I was in college, I never did understand what motivated so many people to major in chemistry.

I’m not knocking chemistry as a field, there, I’m sure it’s a fascinating world unto itself once you get into it.  But how does one “get into it,” starting out as an 18- or 19-year-old choosing a major, with at most a freshman-level class under their belt?  Physics appeals to those who want to understand reality on the deepest level and those who just want to build the coolest possible shit.  Biology is life.  What’s the romance of chemistry?  Explosions?  Poisons?  Pharmaceutical drug discovery??

Not a chem major, but for me it’s about a sort of… knowing how things fit together? I don’t really know how to describe it. Like you say, it’s very much an intermediate between small-scale physics and e.g. biology.

I kind of feel like there’s maybe a slump between high school/first semester college chemistry (atoms! covalent bonds! electrons! ideal gases!) and more advanced cutting-edge research and engineering where you just have to slog through a bunch of abstract and neither “fundamental” nor immediately applicable concepts.

IMO explosions and poisons are both pretty interesting. So are which stuff is flammable and which isn’t (and why), what everything is made of at the smallest level, why various cooking things work the way they do (why are egg whites transparent when raw but white when cooked, what is the white foam stuff floating on cooked spaghetti or rice, how does baking soda work, what are safe dyes to use in food…), which household agents you can safely mix together (although that might just be poison gas, really), which glue works on which materials and why, how waterproofing wood works…

I’m not into chemistry and hardly know any, but it does seem appealing.

Also, Breaking Bad happened, so. Drugs and how to dissolve corpses.

A PLAY ABOUT MAN’S SEARCH FOR MEANING IN TWO ACTS

marrasart:

ACT I

Cat, a lifeform specialized in detecting small prey animals and catching them: *sees a mouse, chases it, catches, eats it*
Human: “Wow evolution has made such a great hunter, look at it! Amazing!”

Cat: *sees a laser pointer dot, frantically tries to catch it but cannot, as it is just light*
Human: “lol too optimised for wanting to catch things am I right”

***

ACT II

Human, a lifeform specialized in using and making tools and seeing if tools are good for different tasks: *sees a knife* “Aha! Someone made this sharp tool to cut things. I see, it’s really good for that!”

Human: *looks at his own body* “Who made this?? What were they thinking? There’s some bigger hidden meaning behind this right? What am I made for… What is the purpose of my mortal life? Am I good? Am I bad? Is there a God? I keep looking for my destiny but alas, I can’t figure it out….”