Holy shit. Someone named Isabel Fall took "I sexually identify as an attack helicopter" as a writing prompt and produced one of the most fabulous cyberpunk, post-human, trans-human mindfucks I've read in a long time. This is extremely my shit
Rewatched Errol Morris' documentary "Fast, Cheap and Out of Control." I remember it as a hot mess about robots, naked mole rats, topiary and lion taming. And 20 years later I think I'm seeing more connections in between the four threads, but it's still a bit WTF. A glorious and rich WTF, and certainly worth the rewatch. I think the underlying thesis is feedback loops and how they are used. I'll need to watch it again.
The book that inspired Cats is in the Public Domain in Canada and you can download it here:
When I was in like first or second grade, I had to write a description of my mother. When ever someone would ask how old she was (including me) she would respond with "I'm 92" spoken in some voice from the Goon Show or some such. And of course I added that to my description, much to the consternation of my teacher who pointed out it was physically impossible. Being 6 or 7, I had no clue, and just said “that’s what she says.”
Anyway. Today would have been her 92nd birthday.
Leave no genetic trace behind.
Bi cis male. He/him. Mostly harmless.
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