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*supposed* to be a sapient lizard planet but apparently my copy of the Hitchhiker's Guide was sixty-five million years out of date, so I've made do with the species that at least has smartphones.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.

I wonder how much proper mask use correlates with proper condom use

my jeans are painfully constricting my balls and I hate it

This is an Important Dragon Announcement:

rawr

I keep discovering that it’s not my headphones that sound like ass, it’s the pop music I keep trying to play through them, and when I switch to indie music it sounds dramatically better with the same eq settings.

To make pop music sound tolerable, I have to set the EQ to maximum V-shape. I guess it’s mixed for cheap headphones trying to make an impact, and well-balanced headphones just sound like underwhelming ass because the sound file was anti-equalized against V-shaped assphones

For avoidance of any doubt or confusion, I feel like I should note my sexual orientation of the day is “quadrupedal dragon boyfriend with big ol’ wang seeks same”.

I prefer my lovers to be quadrupedal, substantial and swishy of tail, and scaly or rubbery, and those preferences are possibly the *only* stable preferences in my personal sexual orientation loadout. >..>

https://store.steampowered.com/app/1349230/5D_Chess_With_Multiverse_Time_Travel/ is every bit as insane as it sounds and recommend it very highly.

One problem with being raised reading books is that it leads to bad habits in the Age of Social Media. I want to find out how the story ends, but it has no ending.

I dislike being allergic to cats. Not only does it prevent me from being around cats (and I like cats!), I have allergies from being around cat owners. >..<

Oh fantastic, I seem to be developing arthritis. Runs in my family, and 34 is only slightly early for it. I am irritated to observe that it seems to be made worse by exercise.

being exhausted from work and previous days’ workouts so I don’t feel up to Enthusiastic Fun in the evenings makes me feel guilty. I was raised to disdain passive entertainment and idleness in general, and I’m not good at giving myself permission to rest, especially when I see friends around me taking a lot more time to be fun and social with each other.

A 1700s-era pirate cannon is, technically, a very large hole punch

G.I. Joe, where "G.I." means "gastrointestinal"

I have felt unwell today. Discovering mold on the gyro I ordered after I had eaten 3/4 of it did not help. Belching with wall-shaking volume helps but now the rooms I was in smell like a sewer leak. At least I can turn up an air cleaner

wow, this “Twinkies”-brand cereal is literally the first cereal I’ve seen where two separate kinds of sugar are each the first two ingredients, and the first kind of flour only shows up in third place

A rhythm game for PC that you play by slapping your keyboard against your ass