It was in 9th grade, reading the second-to-last (I think; years of
substance abuse have served their intended purpose and muddled these
memories a bit, thank fuck) Space Tyrant novel, wherein the main
character finally gets to have space-sex with his brain-damaged
14-year-old adopted daughter (yes, folks, really), when I finally began
to think to myself, “self, this is actually pretty fucked up.”
[Originally posted somewhere in the comments of avclub.com; I was pleased with the paragraph and it’s a little too long for twitter, so it goes here. I’m inaugurating a new tag “commentaria”, for the occasional exercise of this sort of self-promotion.]
Yet more cute baby pictures; this batch off the SLR rather than the years-old point&shoot or the phone camera, so some of them are even “good” in an objective sense.
(Small warning: there’s one hilariously disturbing pair of images in there. I’d say more, but it would spoil the surprise. Don’t worry, it’s not the crowning.)
“At what age is it best to crush a child’s dreams so that they have an easier time stepping in to the status quo?”
You fool. You do not do such things to children. A child is like a
poison missile you aim at the Future. You encourage, fund and resource
their dreams to the fullest extent of your capability, knowing that
your reward will be the pain and misery of generations yet unborn.
Oh, and by the way, if you’re looking for cute baby pictures, there are many:
For reasons which are too annoying to mention at such a moment, all of the pictures I uploaded today were ended up in a locked album, which was less than useful. That’s fixed now. Say hello:
Born at 4:50am this morning, after roughly 22 hours of total labor, weighing 6lb 7oz, measuring 19.5 inches from stem to stern: welcome Theda Marie Hambro.
Miranda and Theda and I are all resting up at CalPac Medical Center, probably to go home on Wednesday. Pictures are here and on facebook.
