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I'm hoping, that in this fair little exercise, that by writing down these little annoying questions which can keep me up til dawn pondering. I may stave them off until I am rested, sane and perhaps more capable of reasoning them out than at 3 o-bloody-fuckass-clock in the morning. Hopefully, when I wake UP tomorrow I'll also remember that these questions were running amok in my head like feral notions sprouted off of the Ursula Vernon story collection I read today.

This is what my brain does when I worry too damn much about something. Hoping this staves off another 'pickle theory' night.

when did we start using packaged yeast and how is it made?

How does one make a sourdough starter from wild grapes? (this one inspired by Mushi-shi and my boss at work)

What other sugar-bearing plant-derived substances might also contain wild yeasts suitable for fermentations that could create food? What if they were magical in nature? (Note: Ursula has DONE the narcotic peach. I am not her, and I shall not crib notes on peaches at any rate)

Psychologists might disagree, but there's a fundamental difference between a human's mental breakdown and a mental breakthrough. Particularly in those whose jobs revolve around politics and combat. Parties who've been through both of these agree.

A mental breakdown is when you are crying and sick with fear in your closet trying to drink your own goddamned skull into shutting up at the nightmares.

A mental breakthrough is the time when you look up into the middle distance and begin to methodically plan how to get something done. A decision reached, the final damning cut in stone for your epitaph in many cases.

And secretly, some will tell you, after imbibing in enough of whatever brain intoxicant is applicable to their species... The breakthrough is the point of no return.

At nine years old I, TYLER MARLOCKE, made the decision to put on my helmet and armor and bring my alter ego back from the dead. The time when I might've considered leaving the metahuman and superhero game had passed some three world-saving events prior to that. The decision to keep letting humans get superpowers was a world-saving event, I never really blamed the superpowers for the weirdness in my life. The thing about superpowers is this, they're tools. It's up to the people with them to use their powers responsibly, and not a lot of them do that. I'm not just talking about the metahuman community when I speak about this. The average baseline human often doesn't or can't ever really figure out the sort of power they have.

I didn't make the final breakthrough until much later after reviving my hero identity. I couldn't leave my world behind, as much as Milliways was home...I have family here. I have responsibilities here. In this world. In this universe.

I am a hero. This means I do what I can to prevent people from getting hurt, be it getting caught in political bullshit, stopping a mad metahuman, or making a mugger really sorry he picked his line of work. There is no super attached, and there is never going to be any need for it to ever do so.
I am baseline human, that means what I don't have in raw power I'm going to need to make up for in cunning, guile, trickery, gadgetry and whatever else I can learn. I will have to work for every skill in my bag of tricks and master all the mental and physical disciplines that I can.
I am a detective, this means I will figure things out, and find out who started things and what I can do about them.
I know knowledge is power. Ray taught me that, all of my adopted family in Milliways taught me and armed me with the best thing they ever could. Lessons. Sword lessons and meditation to keep a clear head from Ray Stantz. Boxing and detective work lessons from The Flying Squirrel and The Red Panda. Lawyering from Jennifer Walters and Peter Venkman. Forethought, preparation and scenario planning from Dominic Deegan and Atomic Robo... Marksmanship from Ellen, and survival skills from Adrian. These people are still the greatest ones I look up to, for intelligence, for moral standards, for perseverance in incredible odds, for being human and being able to cry and still do things anyways, and do them as right as possible.

I know I will never be able to lead a regular baseline mundane human life.

There is no such thing.

I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I turned my back on people like them.

I...I have a wonderful, brilliant warm woman I want to share this with. We've both been to the bizarre possible future of the human race...the Argonian empire. Neither of us want to see it happen. Not to our friends, our children, or our children's children and so on.

The world lost everything fantastic thousands of years ago to a stupid, stupid human magical mistake, because someone thought that not having superpowers would make everything better and safer. The other side of that coin is the world that could happen, but hasn't yet, where only superpowers rule but nothing has gotten better for anyone, not even the ones with superpowers.

I don't know where to start teaching that it isn't the powers that make the man, or what needs to be done...But I'll find out, and I'll start there, one at a time. Until then...some powers, must be reminded that they will be kept in check, and I'll start there.

"Come on, we're going to be late for meeting up before the concert."

"Gimme a minute, have to check the latest on twitter."

"Fine, fine, what's going on for the city buzz?"

"Looks like there's a mash-up bankjob strike on the First National Banks in town...slime and zombie based... Regular Street Patrols from Ifron Tas Chalae network are giving out safe detour routes."

"You just love that Superhero Buzz app on your iPad."

"This is the greatest thing since they invented bulletproof spandex."

...should I do a food blog?

Main reasons I haven't started one, outside of posting a few recipes here, are these.

1) (biggest issue) ...I don't measure during my cooking experiments. Not accurately anyway. sure I'll base most of the experiments off of a recipe I might find online or specifically look up. Like Tempura. or Risotto. From there I just start messing around and it doesn't SEEM that origional or creative to me.

2) Other Foodie Blogs. They do food blogging a HELL of a lot better, with lovely photos and strange fruits. I wanna try a kiwano melon damnit. I see them so often in the foodie blogs from the west coast. I know wisconsin has some artisian cheeses and heritage fruits growing here, but usually they're way out of my price bracket.

3) I go squueeeeeeeeeeOMNOMNOM on my experiments and forget more often that I actually write about them in here. I haven't kept track of how many bentos I've done, but it's probably up in the hundreds by now. At least 200.

So. Thoughts?

If there are at least 5 comments by 8pm central time, I'll post the fried spinach chicken rolls recipe.

Sometimes, the brain will not let go of a concept.

In those cases, I need other people's help to form ideas and get them down to get my brain to let go of the damn thing.

In this case, I want to do a parody of all those dating-sim based romantic mangas, where the ratio of boys to a girl is 5-6 to 1. Harem mangas. Except with the heroine having some sense and stuck between groups of either gender and have the plot based on BENTO box competition.

...I'm stuck on the stereotypes though, and this probably makes me a weirdass for wanting to do it.

So.

Friendslist.

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Any thoughts?

She left 6 years ago. Said she couldn't handle things on this side anymore, the threat letters for us living together, the gay-bashers, and skinheads.

We'd been together for a little over a year and a half before then, and I can't tell you how much I loved her then, and still do now. We used to have dates together, gazing at the place under the bridge where the barrier between places was so thin it was like looking into a swirling sunset.

But six years ago she said she couldn't take it anymore. She didn't come out and say it directly, she left a letter, saying she would be waiting for me on the other side of that barrier.

Six years ago. I still get letters from her, from the other side, every month or so. They appear in my business binder, sometimes just appear at my elbow when I'm working at my desk. They always come in a soft lavender parchment, with the smell of her perfume.

I plan to go and see her, stay with her someday soon. But I have a lot of work to do yet before I leave.

This world has to be left in better condition than what I found it in.

yesterday: I had the weirdest dream about two dog things wandering about the earth, water spilling from their mouths like fountains.

fuck all I wonder if it's my brain pulling a metaphor on rabies.

today: weird random shapes and colors for the first dream.

Second dream was like fractured pieces of a ficlet. Two girls were told before their wedding night that one would make a choice in who they would wed and the other would have the choice made for them. After each met and talked with their suitors, one being a beast with the head of a man and the other being a man with the head of a beast. At the end of that day the beast-headed man announced that the sister who had made no moves would be his wife. And the other sister was pleased for she wanted the luxury that the man-headed beast displayed. Her victory soon became like ashes for her husband was a horrible person and his country was always swallowed up by death or war, and eventually she was cast out from his kingdom.

It's to be said for rogues, that the only dumb ones are the dead ones or the FAMOUS ones. Smart ones stay in the low area and that's how they like it. sitting around the pits tossing in stolen lamp oil and living slightly fatter than the rest, but not so's fat i'd get lazy. That's right I said I. Sharrup you git I'm trying t'make a point. What point? Well see here Mr Oi've got royal blood. Why don't you just make it quicker and go yank the rocks off a monster? Yeh en't allowed to be clever as a royal, sakes they live up in fancy nancy things get kidnappered by dragons, flumoxed by wizards, shot stabbed, frozen, flayed and gods only know whot else 'appens in them places. And that's just from outside thot castle! Goooor... Yeh got all sortsa loonies, rich ones wanting power, dumber than th'becside ova mucker's cart when it come to ruddy sense. No sirree. I likes my life. It en't the best but it sure as hell beats the alternative!

PS: Blame ampersand for this.

It began with tiny hard hail, no one took much notice of it until they saw what the pellets were. Solid gold little nuggets and half-formed gold bugs falling from the sky. People crammed into the streets fighting over the nuggets and bugs grabbing up handfuls. She saw things differently, smoky skull clouds wifted out of the golden shower and she ran under eaves along the streets, grabbing someone's discarded unbrella. She wasn't going to be touched by a drop of it if she could help it.

There was a quick stop at the general store, where she bought an oddly large amount of sealed jars and food and insisted upon getting all her change in silver and copper.

It wasn't until 12 hours later that the symptoms began... where people had first been touched by the gold, a patch of their skin and slowly their hair was turning into gold. And not soft gold, but a heavy hard to move sort. Soap did nothing to clean or stop the rash and soon the city was in panic.. people who never woke died a peacefuldeath as their skins hardened into gold and they suffocated in their sleep. Others face the harsh and painful reality of feeling their very bodies slowly become statues from the inside out and wide awake while suffocating, for with their skins of solid gold..they no longer had the flexibility to breathe. Only moving water wasn't affected, it only carried granules into the sewer system and then passed through the surrounding area harmlessly. Anything that had been touched by the pellets or half-formed (as it was later theorized, the bugs had simply had the ill fortune of being alive while getting caught in the storm) bugs turned slowly into solid gold over the span of several days.

Several days later, people came investingating to find a town near entirely made of gold. There were few living things there to be found and upon deconstruction of several statues, found that only the kidneys and bladder had been untouched in the bodies converted.

They found a young woman, near nude, brassy from all the reflected light, with jars of sealed food and water, sitting in a tub filled with vinegar and piss.