Wait -- it's offical that Pluto isn't considered a planet anymore? Are you serious? That makes me sad. I always had it planned that when I did soemthing strange, as I often do, someone would look at me really snotty-like and say, "what planet are you from?"
And I'd say, in a monotone vocie, with an expressionless face: "Pluto. It's very cold there." And turn around and walk away.
I remember hearing them talking about how Pluto could be considered something else -- a large asteroid, if I rememebr correctly, but I don't always remember correctly, especially after my shitty third-shift job -- but never that it was official. That's depressing.
Fuck it, it's all semantics anyway.
And Void: yeah, deadlines tend to put things into perspective. End of the universe would be the big mama of all deadlines. I still occasionally suffer from the eternalist delusion that we'll exist after our biological bodies die, and sometimes the nihilistic delusion that we'll cease to be when that thing in our chest stops it's rythmic thu-thumping. What I realized is that even if we aren't mortal -- who the fuck knows -- it's useful sometimes to think that way. The threat of our own extintinction grabs our attention, focuses our energy. Thinking of that on a personal scale is crazy enough. Worldwide? Damned whacky. Universally? Damn, what a time it would be. We'd be so honest. So fucking free. So fucking alive.
And I'd say, in a monotone vocie, with an expressionless face: "Pluto. It's very cold there." And turn around and walk away.
I remember hearing them talking about how Pluto could be considered something else -- a large asteroid, if I rememebr correctly, but I don't always remember correctly, especially after my shitty third-shift job -- but never that it was official. That's depressing.
Fuck it, it's all semantics anyway.
And Void: yeah, deadlines tend to put things into perspective. End of the universe would be the big mama of all deadlines. I still occasionally suffer from the eternalist delusion that we'll exist after our biological bodies die, and sometimes the nihilistic delusion that we'll cease to be when that thing in our chest stops it's rythmic thu-thumping. What I realized is that even if we aren't mortal -- who the fuck knows -- it's useful sometimes to think that way. The threat of our own extintinction grabs our attention, focuses our energy. Thinking of that on a personal scale is crazy enough. Worldwide? Damned whacky. Universally? Damn, what a time it would be. We'd be so honest. So fucking free. So fucking alive.
