I wanna know too!
you, my dear, are Jezziebell. <3
Tell them!!
you’re Annabee and I always imagine the most adorable cross between a hedgehog and a honeybee
Joel is Joelski, or Joelskers when I’m feeling particularly cat-like
I’m not telling anyone else’s unless they ask because some are…weird. particularly weird
I have such affectionate nicknames for most of you in my head. it’s ridiculous
someone was trying to argue with me the other day that people today are “better informed” and that the human race has only ever moved forward and I vehemently disagree with him.
he accused me of being pessimistic and said that “the moment you start questioning if we’re making forward progress is the moment we stop making forward progress” (which…no. that’s not how those things work)
but c’mon. better informed? yes I can get information immediately at my fingertips; however, the chance that it is incorrect information (as it has likely not been vetted by even an editor or agent) is SO MUCH HIGHER than if I went to the library and found a book on the same topic. I may have more information on more things, but it’s about people’s opinions, not facts, and when they’re facts they’re not VETTED facts, and I’m in a heavier state of confusion than I ever was (I can’t confidently pin this on the internet age entirely, because it could also be developmental though).
also, sure, it can be pessimistic to question whether we’ve made progress, but I prefer to see it this way: I am equipped with more or less the same innate tools, information resources, and ability to contact reliable human beings as every heroic person who has ever lived, if not more, so
um
I have no excuse.
some days I’m tempted to set up a second Skype account on the laptop and chat with myself about all the stupid things I could put on Tumblr
making up for my child breakfast with a very adult ham and gruyere crepe for lunch
it was one of the most gratifying moments of my sex life when we collapsed trembling afterwards and Jake said breathlessly, “you are good at brain.”
we spend so much time stimulating one another’s minds and they’ve become finely tuned weapons of pleasure.
I would not say I am good at brain always, but I am good at sex brain. (and, well, he taught me everything I know and knows so much more, so.)
I feel five for eating PB&J for breakfast but what are you gonna do
