Leo Szilard is my hero. Francis Crick is a twit. Directed Panspermia is silly.

It's just another boring shaggy god story. In fact, the only way to make it interesting is to use it as a sort of cut-budget terraforming-- c.f. Jalaine-- which is why I can almost accept the biogenesis/sixth extinction plotline in x-files. If only the rest of that story weren't so utterly illogical.

The pirated dvds stellar_dust gave me work. Sorta, anyway. It kept crashing all the dvd players until I peeled off the silly label she had stuck on which was keeping it from spinning up to speed, then the first episode played on Mom's. I decided to try to play Amor Fati on my computer then. It is an interesting effect, when your POV character is suffering from pathological precognitive telepathy, to have all the lines of dialogue anticipate the picture by a second, then repeat in echo over themselves. I certainly understood why Mulder was having problems. It wasn't until he got cured that I realized no, it was actually the dvd messing up again. It played fine on the other computer, though, so I dunno.

It was a mere coincidence that I'd just started reading Life Itself. If you believe in coincidence. Why have I never read-- or even heard of-- an sf novel that uses the idea of two separate-but-equal ecosystems cohabiting a planet? That is, the result of double biogenesis-- two descent lines which use completely different and incompatible protein codes and amino acids? That'd be a really neat premise.

Bingo today. I should start keeping count of the number of times people ask me what nationality I am while pointing at my colorful native costume. I should just start saying Westernesse, shouldn't I? That'd shut 'em up.

I'm back to where I was before my last node on e2. Dunno where all the upvotes have been coming from and going, though.