Kistaro Windrider @kistaro@dragon.style

This seems like as good a time as any to remind folks that I'm otherkin. I don't need to preface this with some explanation about how identity is all in your head and is whatever you make it; my cosmology allows for past and parallel incarnations, a universe that we can only begin to glimpse at from over here while physically incarnate on earth, and allows souls to acquire a form - which does not have to match their incarnation. I am a dragon, I have been a dragon for aeons, and I will continue to be a dragon after this planet's star burns no more.

None of us are bound to any one place or time forever. Incarnation is transitory, but souls are eternal; a consciousness is an indivisible spark of will and experience, but it has no power to act or experience anything on its own; incarnation is the only way out of an insensate hell. (Or an insensate nirvana, if you are better at keeping company with only yourself than I am.) Incarnation is, to a first approximation, recursive; I am a soul, incarnated as a complicated crystalline being of fractal nature that exists alongside itself in a multitude of places and times, which again incarnates to experience and explore forms of the universe that it cannot exist in, which incarnate and reincarnate subject to local forces and whatever passes for "metaphysics" (or just plain physics) wherever it happens to be. What else is there to do, but unwind the mysteries of the universe? We're here, we might as well figure out what "here" is.

Most of the time, I incarnate in something that at least resembles a dragon, for reasons of comfort and personal preference. This was *supposed* to be a sapient lizard planet but apparently my copy of the Hitchhiker's Guide was sixty-five million years out of date, so I've made do with the species that at least has smartphones. I can exfiltrate some brilliant works of engineering, electronics, and reinventing the process of logic for the benefit of machines - pure machines, with no souls, engaging in reasoning! Few places have laws of physics so strict that there's no easier way to do it, leading to spectacular development in large-scale mathematics and hyperminiaturized electronics, all of which can be re-applied to places that don't *need* it so didn't develop it, but could use it.

So perhaps I'm a little "old-school" by local standards, because not a word of this is figurative. I have beliefs that I freely agree are unusual, and a self-consistent and unusual cosmology to match. I read Tarot (although I'm badly out of practice) and am reasonably convinced that it works, when applied well. My consciousness is not primarily local, although it's running on a monkey meat computer that I'm not entirely happy with (but who is?) but I make it work and I know it's doing its best.

I neither require nor expect people around me to believe that my view of the universe, and my place in it, and my nature, is accurate. I believe it to be accurate, however, and I will not make psychological excuses for why; it is a reflection of the sum of what I am and have experienced and perceived; it is not abstract.

pros of merino wool: very good at temperature regulation due to moisture wicking, saves water because it only needs cleaning very infrequently, sustainable

cons of merino wool: I got caught in the rain and now I smell vaguely of sheep

Bupropion is indeed reversing the antiaphrodisiac properties of the SSRI I’m on, as shown by my thoughts constantly drifting back to Big Ol’ Monster Wang this morning.

preferably impractically large, disconcertingly spiky, and attached to some dubiously reptilian creature that is also impractically large and disconcertingly spiky

My order from a retailer specializing in clothes for short men came in. This is... kind of a revelation. So this is how a shirt is supposed to fit. I can move my arms freely and I don’t feel like I hung a sack over my shoulders. This is new.

I love the part where politicians exempted themselves from laws forbidding unsolicited SMS spam and bots not clearly declared to be bots. /s

@OCRbot

so, uh, I have Some Fetishes and I commissioned a very good specialty artist to depict them

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/34688351/ for the original!

I can't find anything appealing on the few remaining manufacturers who specialize in clothes for short men, for that matter. "44-inch chest, 5'6" is not a combination that *anybody* aims for. Peter Manning's largest size (4X) might fit, but everything that looks good is sold out.

I wish shirt manufacturers made anything for my body shape. I'm 5'6" and broad-shouldered. My upper body doesn't fit into medium size shirts and large size shirts billow comically off of me. If I measure my chest and compare it to shirt charts, apparently I need an XL.

I wish Pokémon was as moddable as Skyrim

reminder: door-to-door campaigners, like all salespeople, exploit social norms of politeness and hospitality to force you to listen to a sales pitch. you owe them nothing, not even a single word. Even if you support their candidate, there is *absolutely nothing wrong* with shutting your door in their face.

thanks, Siri

🎵billie jort is not my lover🎶

There are squirrels out here harvesting carrots from melted snowmen, the monuments to inevitable mortality created by children in temperate climates. I think there’s a philosophical point of some sort here, but I’m not quite sure what it is.

Sometimes I wish I was a little housecat-sized dragon so people could pet me and I could bite them or set them on fire if they refused to pay attention to me, just like a real housecat