ok so i was in the shower one time and my brain trailed off and i just started imagining what if the Enterprise got a distress signal that has been sent from the 21st century and when they look at it it's just stupid ancient meme shitpostery. like they think they've come across a really weird time-travelling anomaly and they put it on main viewer and they just get colossally rickrolled from 300 years in the past. it hasn't left my head for the past few days so now you must witness my vision
Data: Captain, it appears we are somehow receiving an unusual distress signal originating from the ancient year of 2024.
*Picard and Riker exchange looks*
Riker: 2024..? That's impossible.
Picard: Hm... Unusual indeed. Put it on main viewer.
Data: Aye sir.
and then the viewscreen activates and it's just this
i like autistic coded characters in general but usually if they face any flack for being that way it’s like oh you can’t feel things:/ you asshole…>:( which is fine but not very personally relatable to me. laois represents the much more common example for me which is ‘could you maybe be a little less excited about this it’s kind of freaking me out’
One of the main reasons why I silently freak out so much after talking to people in a group setting is because I listen to them (or at least try to act like I’m listening to them) but the very instant I open my mouth to speak, they start talking to someone else, or someone else talks right fucking over me even though they know I‘m trying to speak. Every. Single. Time.
And it’s not just so-called “neurotypical” people. Oh no. It’s neurodivergent people too. And the neurodivergent people I understand; but they also have to understand that not all of us are fast talkers and some of us need people to be patient or we will never get our information out. My brain-to-mouth processing speeds are extremely extremely slow and I cannot talk quickly to save my life unless I am reciting something I already have memorized. If someone cuts me off in any way before I am finished, my brain gets stuck in a buffering mode for three seconds at the very least, and more if they continue to cut me off when I’m trying to communicate “No that’s not the end of what I’m saying and that’s not what I even meant by that. Stop making hasty generalizations about a point you haven’t even heard through yet.”
But no matter who I am talking to, right before I am able to finish my extremely well-thought-out point that I’ve been formulating in my head for months or years prior in the mirror, I always, without fail get cut off because everyone gets impatient with my long pauses and doesn’t even want to attempt to listen to what I have to say because they think what they’re about to say in reaction is more important. And it’s not like I’m taking over the conversation or talking more than I listen; I’m just taking more time than they are comfortable with to say a typical amount of words.
And then those same people always tell me, in a somewhat patronizing tone, “You’re so quiet! You’re such a good listener!” Yes because that’s what you’ve made me. Why should I talk to you if you won’t fucking listen to me for three seconds. And no, after a certain point I stopped listening to you because why should I listen to you if you don’t ever listen to me?
Everyone’s nice to me and says they want me there at their social functions but they still subtly exclude me. God damn.
I suppose they want to look at me, or perhaps inhale my aroma. Like I’m a house plant.
last couple of weeks of fieldwork happened but were filled with chaos that included a crew of interns, hiring nonsense, permitting nonsense, and extreme weather including both a record-breaking heat wave and thunderstorms. we were bouncing up and down the east side of the sierra (at one point we crossed the CA/NV border, like, six times over the span of two days because the mountains we were in were very precisely bisected by it.)
the epic highs & lows of fieldwork included:
sampling in Death Valley National Park during the heat wave. this was actually less bad than when we were sampling across the way from Death Valley, because 8000 feet vs. 5000 feet of elevation is a very noticeable difference when it's over ninety degrees out.
we had a team of interns who were remarkably good sports and helped tide us over when our crew was briefly down to just 2 people!
i later found out that the interns had been, uh, maybe misled about how much work they'd be doing, which went a long way to explaining why they had a chronically exhausted air about them. that's academia for you i guess
got to see the ancient bristlecone pine forest on our days off!
ditched some gear in the field at one point bc i didn't feel like carrying a long metal thingy through an Active Thunderstorm while we were a couple hundred feet off a mountain peak
ditched our camp overnight bc didn't feel like taking the car back up a muddy road following an Active Thunderstorm, since the tires had real bad traction on mud
got told by a motel manager the night that we ditched camp that i? smell like pine? which. was not the worst thing. and makes sense given my constant layer of pine sap residue. but sure was an interaction that happened
got to swim in alpine lakes on our days off!
stopped taking my lunch breaks because it was the only way to even slightly keep up once our crew was back up to 4 people
and by 'keep up' i mean i was still consistently finishing 30 minutes behind the other
i don't. recommend this
a couple nights in various spots, we heard coyote packs yipping somewhere around our camp, which is a haunting and unexpectedly lovely experience. genuinely highly recommend waking up to the sound of coyotes at three a.m.
It is part midnight right now. I just posted my second-to-last final paper of the semester.
and I want to RESUBMIT IT!
To be clear, I am confident that my submitted paper will get a high grade (it fulfills the brief very thoroughly, and the professor is enthusiastically generous with his grading)
.... but it didn't have nearly as much thoroughness as I wanted it to have. So I'm going to add in more information and send it again in a couple days
I really love Alyson Stoner's battle yells in the data Xion fight
I've been thinking about how that fight has a special status--it's only unlocked (along with Xehanort) as one of the last fights you can do, it's Extra Hard with the HP-reducing attacks, and the way the battlefield becomes a sunset
And I think about the narrative interpretation I hold, which is that Xion represents Sora and Kairi's relationship ("Kairi as Sora remembers her"), and KH3 being about how it changes for them
Having to fight Kairi--the Kairi Who No Longer Is--as a "final boss" fucks me up so bad. "This is how it's supposed to be" feels like both an echo of Days Xion and Xion as what she represents wrt Kairi.
Kairi's battle yells are gentler overall--she has a couple of more intense ones, but she's softer than Xion. Xion is aggressive, full of grief that sounds like rage. She's fighting for her existence, even though she's not "supposed" to. (It's hard talking about a character born as a metaphor who became a real person bc when you allude to the metaphorical part you sound like an asshole T_T She became real through the love of Roxas and Axel (and the fandom), but that's not the battle being fought here.)
Believe it or not SK is a really important relationship to me. I'm aromantic, so I've never gone through a breakup--but I have had deep friendships change into something different over time, and I don't think I ever even realized how much that affected me until I revisited KH3. KH3's emphasis on SK's bond near the end means a lot to me--I read them as friends, but they love each other, and no matter what happens that love matters. If it was nothing, Xion wouldn't be so hard to defeat.
me when i make a spreadsheet of every single bts song (from group albums) and assign each song a category based on theme/message and then calculate how many songs are in each category and what total percentage of bts songs each category makes up
sometimes i forget that “gaster is from deltarune” isn’t a mainstream, commonly accepted theory and i’ll stumble upon theorists trying to figure out how he opened the dark fountain described in E17 and i’ll be like “i dunno, the normal way?” and then realize they’re talking about him opening a dark fountain in undertale
it's 2:43 am and i'm still wondering why god won't just let me beam my ideas into existence. like i love writing but why do i have to actually think about the words for the thing i wanna describe. i know what i want to say what do you MEAN i have to figure out how to say it. next you're gonna tell me i don't have unlimited stores of energy to draw upon