I’ve been working on designing some alien species for this hard sci fi I’ve got planned for after nano. (I’m working on this instead of my nano project to A) keep myself distracted enough I don’t jump the gun and start my nano early and B) make my nano jealous so I will really hit the ground running with it when I *can* start it.)
Anyway, so I’m designing these creatures right? And I’m thinking, okay, for plot reasons they basically supplant humans, but also can nearly blend in with us, so humanoid. Pursuit predator style mechanics of course. Hm, probably a bit sturdier, too–they need to survive like, catastrophic levels of awful (plot reasons!); they probably heal faster, too. Oh, and maybe they have claws and fangs, those are fun and advantageous! What about night vision, they should probably have good night vision, maybe better sense of smell……..
Werewolves. I’m designing space werewolves. Dear lord, self.
The last time I published here was six months ago. I mean, you knew that, if you’re reading this. The time stamps are all there.
But man, I’m just… not a great blogger.
I think I’m just concentrating too hard to make this my *does literal, actual, in-real-life finger quotes* “professional blog,” and I am… just not that kind of person.
Anyway, so I do have something up on the ol’ ferret blog (not actually about ferrets, fyi) about health and all that jazz. And wow. That post…. it kind of… broke me for a while. For a whole lot of reasons–some of which I knew and was expecting and they still steamrolled me, and some were all new reasons I never expected but looking back at my own life maybe I should have realized…and yes, I get I’m being super cryptic but gods i am just not ready to talk about it yet.
Check out the post if you want. The other posts in that series are all really good. Mine’s basically me just rolling about on the floor making weird whale noises.
It’s spring, and I know that you want to get outdoors and play. I don’t blame you–that’s why I’m out here, too. The sun is shining and it’s finally warm enough to walk–or jog, in your case. Why wouldn’t we want to get outside after being cooped up all winter?
You were running down my path, opposite my direction, and you weren’t wearing a shirt. In fact, you weren’t wearing much other than track shorts, tennis shoes and those frankly ridiculous ray-bans. But you were pretty hot (in more ways than one!), and that was definitely distracting. You must do a lot of pushups, is all I’m saying. If I hadn’t been concentrating on not tripping over anything or falling over from “omg why did I ever think exercise was a good idea I just want to go hoooome,” I might have said something inappropriate about your biceps. Because yowza.
I wanted to bury my fingers in your chest hair.
So anyway, this note is for you, Hot Topless Jogger. I saw you running outside the other day. If you noticed me, you didn’t make any acknowledgment of it–but that’s okay. I saw you. And you were hot.
Hope to see you again!