Last night, shortly after she’d fallen asleep and while I was still up, Esther woke up with a jolt while shouting
“crime!”
in a sort of accusatory, “there it is! It can’t hide from us any longer!” tone.
She then fell asleep again, after muttering that she couldn’t remember why she had said it and that she’d presumably been having some sort of dream involving crime.
Esther: Who was that math guy you were talking about, who got his Ph.D. really young? I think it was Nathan something?
Me: … hmm … Nathan Myhrvold, maybe? Did he write “Modernist Cuisine”?
Esther: I don’t think so. He was, like, astonishingly good at many different areas of math?
Me: oh, Terence Tao!
Esther: you are to being a boyfriend what Terence Tao is to maths.
Me: …
Me: <3_<3
Esther and I were talking about what it would have been like if Christianity had never gotten started, and we got on the topic of how Manichaeism had once been Christianity’s main competitor and there was a time when it looked like it might overtake Christianity.
I was thinking “the alternate world where Manichaeism became dominant the way Christianity is in our world” would be a great setting for worldbuilding, and then I was like, “OK, obviously someone must have done this already.” Anyone know about anything like this (fiction or just alternate history writing)?
the radical doctrine of only dating people who are nice to you and not people who are mean to you
(this does not solve all the problems, as i have discovered to my cost. but it solves hella problems. would recommend.)
I had an awful dream last night in which Esther had a manic episode and her personality became unrecognizable, and then after being given an antipsychotic she became less agitated but still behaved like a totally different person and I was told by the psych professional present that “her old self might never come back” and I would just “have to get used to it”
It was wonderful to wake up from this and realize not only that it had not happened, but that I was in the real Esther’s room and she’d be home from work in two hours
As usual for my bad dreams, it was hilarious in retrospect: Esther’s altered personality manifested as “she seemed to find me boring” and “although I just wanted to have a quiet evening, she immediately threw a wild party which was depicted, via the usual bad-dream-hyperreality, as being the Platonic Form of the wild party – guzzling of whiskey, lines of cocaine, constant blaring bad electronic dance-pop, threesomes involving multiple porn stars taking place where everyone could see them, etc.”
Matthew Barney, creator of the Cremaster Cycle, was there, because apparently my subconscious thinks that Michael Barney would be present at the Platonic Form of the wild party
After I had gotten the guests to leave and was trying to calm down and get to sleep, I had trouble turning off the annoying dance music, which was because it was coming from a giant machine (somewhere between a boombox and a DJ setup) in the hallway outside the apartment. Having found it, I could not figure out how to turn it off, and resigned myself to moving it somewhere further away. I carried it into a bathroom and (in a sudden burst of frustration) hurled it across the room and over the stall doors, and a guy using the stall responded by saying “hey, please stop enacting violence”
Hatereading Jim of neoreactionary fame/infamy is one of Esther and my’s shared joys, and this recent post caused both of us to nearly collapse with laughter when I read it out loud today, so I feel I should broadcast its existence more widely
(CW for PUA stuff, and for very explicit racism out of the blue at the end, the “women really want [stuff] even if they say they don’t” attitude in full disturbing form, and for what I can only unhelpfully describe as “Jim being Jim”)
Contains a anecdote about Jim taking his girlfriend and her good friend to a resort in the hope of having a threesome, which goes about as well as you’d expect – but is only brought up to set the scene for, well, I’d better not spoil it
If you aren’t familiar with Jim of neoreactionary fame/infamy, he’s very … uh, distinctive, and that blog post is, yes, what he sounds like all the time
Hello this is once again definitely not Esther
I am definitely not lying in bed being an adorable sleepy boy right now
And it is my birthday so you should all tell me how great I am (which is very)
i am the prettiest lil human, also prettiest lil horse, everyone should throw status at me for how great i am
also this is totally definitely me typing and not esther stealing my laptop while i went to the toilet
I’m in Dublin waiting for a connecting flight and in 2 hours (or maybe 3 accounting for immigration) I will be in Esther Land, kissing Esther, as one does in Esther Land
(!!!!!!!)
I just drank a giant cup of coffee and so I may make a few shitposts in the next half hour, after which I will disappear for a while and then at some point your dash will be revitalized with new Iodised Salt Shipping Content
Am now in Esther Land but have encountered brief delay, free wi-fi is available, commence shitposting interlude
