kiya

Section 52: 703 words. Done.
Section 53: 490 words. Not done.

Total for the day: 1193 words.
Total for the month: 9073 words.
Average daily wordcount: 648 words (and change).
Current hypothetical November duration: 77 days, 3 hours, 14 minutes, 22.79 seconds.
Rate differential: 2.57116.
Pointless mathematical fidgeting: at 100%.

Going to bed now in the hopes of rendering the sleep schedule slightly less horked.

One of my normally quiescent mailing lists has been fairly chatty of late, with people who keep saying daft things that I feel an urge to poke holes in with a sharp stick.

One of the things that provoked a breaking out of the sharp stick was someone who was basically arguing in favor of subvert-the-dominant-paradigm lifestyle polyamory and ragging on people who don't do enough to undo social conditioning or what have you.

As I said to the gang: It occurs to me that by denying the necessity of iconoclasm in a fringe subculture, I'm being a terrifically perverse stereotypical Aquarius. (Unpacked slightly: The fashion is iconoclasm, so I won't.)

Though to continue with the astrology, a bit of backhanded perversity is probably in the books, given that my ascendant is Scorpio.

I went thrashing about for something to read and started in on the potions book I ordered before I went to visit brooksmoses; it made a stray mention of moringa oil in the context of scents.

Scents good. So I go to look up moringa oil, to see what it is, and if it's available anywhere I can get it so I can learn what it smells like for myself.

It's amazing stuff (just to pick one of the articles I found). Fastest-growing tree known, native to India (and Africa), lots of its parts are edible, it can purify water, its oil has even more nutritious stuff in than olive oil and burns clean, it has antibacterial properties, it apparently can help with controlling diabetes, the flowers are edible (calcium and potassium), are used for tea for colds, and last most of the year for bees, its root can be turned into a condiment like horseradish (and one species has a starchy, edible root), it's successful in combating malnutrition in Senegal, the dried leaves are ground to a powder that's an effective dietary supplement . . . .

Oh, and the wood can be used to produce a blue dye. In case there was a need for anything else.

No, teinedreugan, I won't ask for one. I don't think we can get a tall enough greenhouse. ;)

When I rub the cats in the dark, not only do I get flickerings of sparks before my hand, but afterwards sparkles in their fur.

Humidity? What humidity?

teinedreugan put in SWII earlier today while I was moomphing about.

And, in observing, I have come to a conclusion.

Anakin is a Cherub, from In Nomine.

( Supporting geekery, cut for length and spoilers. )

This amused me. So I put it here where it might amuse others. :}

The skin cream I get because I'm married includes, in its little insert, a chemical diagram of its prime active ingredient.

This tickles me.

This can be blamed a little on a conversation on alt.poly in which the moral failings of Young Earth Creationists are being flogged at extreme length, and partly due to some unrelated frustrations, and probably partly having to do with having read To Reign in Hell recently, to make further reference to the massive Brust-reading extravaganza.

I think part of the problem with creation myths comes when people take allegory literally. Myths is myths, pigs is pigs. And then there are places where the allegory just runs just plain wrong. (The peeve here is the idea that one sex/gender/whatever preceded the other, or is drawn from the other, or something of the sort.)

( Ramblings on the subject continued )