@eldritch-horrors / eldritch-horrors.tumblr.com
When freaking out about brain surgery, having brain surgery, and recovering from brain surgery, something must get left behind. My relationships, my job, and school came first.
Brain surgery ended up being…anticlimactic.
And by relationships I mean relationship. I'm sorry about the people left behind. I have a straw in my brain now, if that makes you feel better.
When someone overdoses on drugs, what really happens? Do they just sleep it off and come around, as Sherlock did on the plane? Or is medical intervention needed to save them? I would have imagined a race to hospital and IV life support for Sherlock if he actually overdosed in an attempted suicide, not just a pat on the cheek and a light in his eyes (“There he is …”)
The implications are in fact much more profound than just waking them up with a few slaps. That’s for mild sedation, but with overdose you’re talking respiratory suppression and various cardiac mayhem—things to be taken much more seriously. And yeah, depending upon the actual drugs taken, perhaps dosing with things like narcotic antagonists.
So this once again, if we can believe anything in this ep is “real” in-’verse (and I think there are grounds for questioning just where the drug vision actually begins and ends), it’s another instance of hand-wavey medical oversimplification. They invoke much weightier issues than they actually deal with, and that’s confusing if you know anything more about the topic.
From my position of zero experience and a little reading, I would be expecting barfing, pissing, convulsions and other extremely unphotogenic activities from someone in the process of dying from an OD…?
That’s what happens immediately after it cut back to Victorian!Baker Street.
Every time I overdosed I collapsed and became unresponsive. Nothing dramatic. The dramatics were all internal. The only two dramatic overdoses I've seen belonged to:
1) An epileptic.
2) A full blown AIDS patient that had mixed in multiple prescription drugs.
I am creating an arts magazine. I'm doing an issue on Sherlock. I want to write an article about The Cold Song. I've found somebody to illustrate it who is as up to the task as anyone I've ever come across. Would you mind if I a) wrote the essay and b) quoted from TCS and c) commissioned the illustrations?
Go right ahead. I'll probably be a published author soon. Non fiction tho.
But I'm writing original work.
YA dystopian Sci-fi. I...think it is pretty good. Quite different trajectory from what I had originally planned. I'm doing lots of research into theoretical physics, biology and technology for it, and I'm incorporating my grad school research into it.
Like most of my work, it revolves around what it means to be human, and living after the destruction of your entire world-view. My poor protagonist.
I want to finish Cold Song, but fandom moves so fast and the increasingly shitty canon has left me behind, so I am unsure. There are probably only five people who care anymore, anyway.
I'm going to be in San Francisco, and then Turku, Finland, this summer.
Seriously...dinner of champions.
Anti-depressants, opiates, and a cape cod. So how is YOUR winter break?
Final Portfolio submitted at 11:50. Nothing on the draft portfolio was below a 3.5 out of 4, and I did some revisions, so I think I did okay. Hopefully.
Fuck.
I need Vizcaya 21 and a large glass. Because gradschool.
Plus, this is the first time in 3 months I only have 3 tabs open. The average has been about...oh...40...
Final Portfolio submitted at 11:50. Nothing on the draft portfolio was below a 3.5 out of 4, and I did some revisions, so I think I did okay. Hopefully.
Fuck.
I need Vizcaya 21 and a large glass. Because gradschool.
Tell ya what, I’ll stop finding Christmas stuff oppressive the day you take the word “Christ” out of the name.
I just read this line: Tony Stark wasn't always a man of many words. ... ... ... Author...think about what you just said.
Apparently Rum helps with Baudrillard and Derrida.
Next person says Simulacrum to me imma punch em in the junk.
I wish you were able and willing to post your grad school papers to AO3. I feel like I’m missing out on full throttle Eldritch and it hurts.
See, I don't know many people who don't think that Derrida is full of horseshit. Impenetrable horseshit. Is he post-modern ubiquitous because people are too afraid to point out the horseshit? France, your asshole emperor has no clothes. I SWEAR, the only reason I would give Ken Wilbur the time of day is because he explained away all of postmodernism as 'just no fun anymore.'
Fuck this. I'll work on Haraway and Hooks instead. And then Freire. And then cry.
Apparently Rum helps with Baudrillard and Derrida.
Next person says Simulacrum to me imma punch em in the junk.
Clarisse Thorn, The Psychology of S&M (via blackbdsm)
Hm, I hadn’t thought of it that way. It had seemed reasonable to me to leave it in the DSM in cases of people ‘unhappy about it’. But this is a very good summary of why that doesn’t really make sense.
(via pennypaperbrain)
Yes, I prefer to be labeled crazy on the basis of other things in the DSM.
Write discursive report...blah blah...Baudrillard...blah blah...big data analytics...blah blah...spiral dynamics...blah blah blah...wearable technology...transhumanistic prosthetic development...blah blah...scenario structuring...blah...critical analysis blah...blah blah...
The entire semester is running together into one big Charlie Brown Special Adult conversation. I have 3 portfolios due.
*Goes to read a Captain America fanfic*
So I'm studying the singularity in grad school right now. And I'll be taking an entire class on it in the summer. I'm of the accelerated transhumanism viewpoint, but I won't rule out AI either. THIS MEANS I WILL BE ABLE TO WATCH AGE OF ULTRON AS HOMEWORK. Future Studies is fucking amazing. You have no idea. The shit that I am researching, and the futures I am mapping...Holy bitchcakes. I can go to work writing Sci - Fi for the government. The better to oppress you, my dear.
eldritch-horrors replied to your post “I wish you weren’t so pretentious. It makes everything you write hard to read without cringing - even though you say some pretty brilliant things.”
Darling, it’s only pretention if you aren’t that badass.
I am weeping tears of joy that my honor...
Why don't people try to prove your pretension with intelligent argument over a topic rather than just throwing the term out there with no support. It seems to me that they can't call your work brilliant without acknowledging that you are, in fact, brilliant. If you actually are brilliant, then are you actually pretentious? If so, then why is showing off what you have upstairs such a problem anyway? Why are we allowed to smack talk in public about our prowess at sports or all things physical, but the moment you acknowledge that you are a smart cookie you invite all sorts of criticism? Why aren't we allowed to be proud of the fact that we are goddamn intelligent? Why are we pretentious if we don't get stupidly modest over being fucking smart?
