for me, scifi is ultimately about finding ways to talk about slimy blue fluid in lots of different ways

nice friend person:hey, how've you been?
me:capitalism is crushing me. i am barely surviving. i am full of toxic resentment. i want revenge.

A few shots from my on-going Montreal trip. I haven’t really been that much of a shutterbug. It’s been strange being back; really I’m here to see Catherine, and Scott & Caity. Two for two; guess I can go home now. 

Beers in parc Laurier on Sunday escalated to a full-blown picnic, then a bottle of bourbon and then more beer then 2 am karaoke. I’m still recovering.

See you soon.


Seasonal Sublimation Site

(Source: bulimiccokehead)

Montréal bound.

A creature, after all, in the dominant tradition of Western European culture, is nothing other than a created being, a made thing. The affront you humans take at being called a “creature” results from the threat the term poses to your status as “lords of creation,” beings elevated above mere material existence. As in the case of being called “it,” being called a “creature” suggests the lack or loss of a superior personhood. I find no shame, however, in acknowledging my egalitarian relationship with non-human material Being; everything emerges from the same matrix of possibilities.