It would just be so incredibly cool if when people don’t understand a topic or really know anything about it, they would start by seeking out information with kindness and politeness instead of with cruelty, foisting assumptions at people, and general name calling.
Discussing the effects of AI was so much more fun before most of my little societies turned it into a purity issue where if you don’t express the Right and Correct beliefs you’re fair game for cruelty and name calling. Continue reading “Engaging in the Name of Outreach (Or Not)”
My kid has been seeing JEFF SPERLA at BETTS PSYCHIATRIC, but he has gone off the rails. Today, he fat shamed my kid, interrogated him about his snacking habits, berated him for still masking in public to protect against Covid, and finally punished him for basically not fitting some weird mold that this doctor had in mind by withholding ADHD meds THAT THE DOCTOR HIMSELF HAD RECOMMENDED. Continue reading “Jeff Sperla”
I don’t seek out arguments about AI, because it’s not worth my time. But if someone who’s clearly connected to a community I value comes at me, I do my best to discuss the topics reasonably. And when I do… it’s just so sad how circular and incoherent the anti arguments are.
I guess that saying this might draw more people into arguing at me. And that thought makes me tired. But also, I decided some time ago that I wasn’t going to let the meanness of the anti crowd make be quiet. Continue reading “Peer Pressure”
An excerpt from Otters In Space 3: Octopus Ascending. If you’d prefer, you can start with Chapter 1, return to the previous chapter, or skip ahead.
“Way, way down beneath the quagmire of toxic gases that looked like cheerful creamsicle clouds, there was at least one raptor who believed raptors and otters could be friends, that maybe someday they could visit each other peacefully.”
Jenny and Ordol landed Brighton’s Destiny lightly atop the Europa base. It touched down like a lonely whirligig maple seed that had spun its way improbably down through an arctic sky to the surface of an iceberg, a small stretch of cold land, floating on Europa’s choppy gray ocean.
Wind whipped through the hatch when Jenny broke the seal. The door swung aside, and Jenny climbed out of the ship. Ordol followed her, clambering over the flat ground like a basket of snakes slithering together in a complicated knot. The sky above them was clear and bright with stars. Jupiter hung low on the horizon, where it should be — far away, rather than under Jenny’s paws. Continue reading “Otters In Space 3 – Chapter 25: Jenny”
That feeling when you realize that something in the book you’re writing may contradict established canon in a related book you’ve already published, so you do a bunch of research on your own works… finally concluding that it’s fine, and you’d already dealt with the problem.
Poems are weird. It’s hard to tell when they’re done. Sometimes it’s hard to tell if they’re anything at all until they’ve sat in your mind a long time and somehow not disappeared.
An excerpt from Otters In Space 3: Octopus Ascending. If you’d prefer, you can start with Chapter 1, return to the previous chapter, or skip ahead.
“Kipper wished she could tuck the tiny tentacled baby in a pocket and smuggle it out of here to raise it with a family. She and Emily could keep it and raise it together. That would be a nice family. Does it count as kidnapping if the child is fated to die?”
The giant malachite stalagmite towered in front of Kipper like an underwater skyscraper. The octopus tour guide led her, Trugger, and Captain Cod into an opening at the base that turned into a dark, narrow, winding tunnel. After several sharp twists and turns, the tunnel opened into a conical chamber that must have filled nearly the entire stalagmite.
The octopus city outside the stalagmite had been a heady visual opera of colors and motions. The inside was literally dizzying. Kipper had to turn her head down and close her eyes, shutting the visual noise out for a moment before she was ready to face it again. Continue reading “Otters In Space 3 – Chapter 24: Kipper”
“…once you find a hidden stash of honey, you simply must eat it. No other option. None at all.”
The bear’s paws were covered with honey. It dripped from her claws in sticky, amber droplets. It clumped her thick brown fur together between her paw pads. Everything she touched, her paw came away leaving a ghostly paw print behind, a gleaming sheen of sugar where it had been. She could touch nothing without giving herself away.
