Remember a couple years ago when I ranted about John Searle and the Chinese Room? Well, guess what class I'm taking this semester? That's right! Philosophy! And guess what came up in the chapter about ontology? That's right! Searle and the Chinese Room! Oh, but it gets better. One of the prompts for this week's discussion post was about if anything made us angry. Guess who got to rant about how much they hate John Searle! So, that was fun. Shame I don't have this class in-person...
This is my first time giving since becoming a phlebotomist myself, so it's been fun fraternizing with my phlebotomist
(In case you're unaware, that version is set in the criminal underworld, and features gratuitous violence and sex. It's not exactly...ah...school appropriate, shall we say?)
Incidentally, like, last week, Mom brought home a pair of kittens. They're adorable, sure, but also fucking trouble. Last night, we had to move the couch to stop them from being able to climb the curtains.
Phlebotomist. Cyberwitch. Artist. Fighter. Accidental breaker of computers.
Genderfluid enby. Pansexual/-romantic. Kitsune-kin (9-tailed)/Incubus-kin. Plural, with a bunch of headmates.
DAMNED PROUD ANTIFASCIST and an anarchocommunist.
Be warned: In theory, I post both lewd/NSFW and incredibly personal stuff.
(In practice, it's been a while, but who knows?)