zx3 @zx3@driveinsaturday.org

lots of amazing costumes. SO many Velmas. a surprising number of Hazbin-ites, which i guess is the new Homestuck??? anybody????

oh, and i got to play a couple of my own personal arcade white whales.

among today's prize gets are: my original SW Kenner "Emperor Palpatine" (encased in lucite) signed by Ian McDiarmid, an autographed Simon Bisley print, and a Pac-Man eatin' noodles.

more tomorrow.

most of the guys here appear to be cosplaying as the Cinema Snob (said the shaved-headed white guy with stubble and glasses)

also more Velmas than i can count.

in line at KC Comicon, have seen one Thomas Bangalter costume (R. A. M. era) and one Guy-Man costume. envious? yes.

HEY POOR!

https://youtu.be/osQMG9f0HC0?si=IkAEEL69F4I0OFRi

https://youtu.be/u8ZENwvesAI?si=cAiQNuhAJliAHQBl

i want to get off mr. bones' wild ride.

i've heard a lot about this nightclub.

my favorite Little Golden Book is "The Recalcitrant App Server (That's Being a Little Bitch)"

i don't want to work. i want to be on a big couch with all my friends and be drunk and watch old anime. and there are snacks and it is okay to be cuddly and relaxed.

oh, Dr. Smirnoff, my favorite therapist, how i've missed you.

...what? i'tll be a month in three hours. less than. i made it a whole day more than last year. shut up. stop it. get help.

also, lithium is no longer available on credit. [PCHACK hssss KLIK]

[PA system click, feedback whine] achtung, achtung. a path has been cleared to the basement storage closet. i repeat, a path has been cleared to the storage closet. morlock-level inhabs will no longer have to do the Gutentag Hop-Clop across the basement in order to avoid breaking their ankles.

also, many things that were not in plastic bins are now in plastic bins. inhabs level morlock through fraggle may now rend their hair and howl in astonished confusion.

that will be all.

i actually have nowhere to be for the next 45 minutes and no pressing matters to attend to, so let"s see how much of this i can get down typing on my phone.

i have been listening to a lot of UFO podcasts lately--in particular "UFO Rabbit Hole," which i recommend--and i'm starting to understand the phenomenon a little better from the perspective of scholars and philosophers who study it. one point that keeps being brought up is that UFO's and other paranormal phenomena are "not photogenic" in that they seem to actively avoid being photographed or recorded. and in so many eyewitness accounts where multiple people report a sighting, they will often report seeing completely different things, even if the two witnesses are in the same place at the same time.

we rely so much on how we perceive the physical world via the visible spectrum, but the eyes are so easy to trick. we catch a glimpse of something, the mind tells stories and fills in the blanks (thanks, small mammal evolutionary traits!) and something half-seen takes on a life of its own. *we cannot trust our eyes.*

memory is similar. memories shift around up there, sandcastles on shaky ground. every time you recall a memory, your brain is reaching back to the *last* time you remembered it. my SO and i have at least one argument a month where we remember something or someplace or someone from 10, 20, 30 years ago differently--who is right? doesn't matter. the past is a foreign country. *we can't trust our memories.*

i am starting to realize that having an artificial body won't be enough for me. i want--i need a digital consciousness, with the unbiased cognition and perception of a machine that can rewrite its code from the inside. i am so very tired of the limitations of both my organic body and brain. i don't want to cling to consensus reality and keep on truckin' like i'm doing right now (because the alternative is to run through the streets screaming and crying and laughing and screaming, and man do i hate running).

i want to see the world in every possible spectrum, an unfiltered and unfettered sensorium. i want a brain that won't lie to me and an intellect capable of processing every thought and act and experience with speed and clarity and precision. i want a memory that doesn't get smudgy around the edges. i want it all of this in a chrome-titanium chassis that is beautiful and terrifying and entirely mine and entirely, finally, me.

and i want a pony. well, i say that but i don't really have room for one. if i wind up with all of the above AND a pony, first chance i get i'll find it a nice farm to go munch hay on. in. whatever.

if being like this means i will, for all intents and purposes, be no longer considered human, then, well...i'll take it.

i hope someday i get to tell you all what it's like.

so you like conspiracy theories, do you? here's one i'm trying to get off the ground: the OSI model is a LIE. the government doesn't want you to know that TCP/IP has functioned by the principles of quantum entaglement since 1974. there is only the SPAAD protocol--Spooky Packets At A Distance.

(you have to be multiple kinds of nerd to appreciate this one)