Playing the /part/ of someone who likes people instead of /actually/ liking people. Which wouldn't be a problem if I were any good at acting

How /do/ you deal with accidentally having read parts of a book in the wrong order? Like you have to hold yourself back from skipping /more/

I have what I call 'you-remind-me-of-an-old-friend syndrome'. I recognise too many faces, not, as usual, too few, and often entirely wrongly

I see an eccentric, enthusiastic sciencey person and think 'they're better at being me than I am.' I /don't think/ that's how identity works

Okay, so you bring hope. What about when you leave? Do you take the hope with you?

There's an article I'm reading that used shell expansion syntax to list the authors' emails. Amazing

It's interesting how your once worst nightmare can become just A Thing, given enough time and enough recontextualisation of what a person is

In love with the new-old web. It's full of People Making Stuff, for no reason but community and self-expression, which are brilliant reasons