Having one of those days where I put some stuff together, stare into space for a bit, and then yell "TAMSYN!":
G— on his way with the nuke. The ships on the launchpad, twenty hours to go now, less. So much waiting around. Me in my bedroom with a nun and a migraine, her thinking that if she pushed me enough we’d instantiate the Trinity and we’d all be saved. Everyone else drinking.
So you know how the whole arc of John 1:20 is John badly playing 4D chess with nuclear war while the nun somehow persists in thinking he's the latter day John the Baptist?
They said, You wouldn’t. It would be nuclear war.
I said, I’d do anything. You know I would. Cows exhibit mourning behaviour for other cows.
Well, uh...guess what very first nuclear detonation of the Manhatten project was called:
And why was it called that?