What a week. That isn’t over yet.
Along the way to this point at which the week is not yet over, I came across an awesome fact and an awesome observation. Je te présente:
The fact: humans glow in the dark, it says here. And not just any ol’ glowin’ either:
Strangely, the areas that produced the brightest light [the cheeks, forehead and neck] did not correspond with the brightest areas on thermal images of the volunteers’ bodies.
And I am the moon with no light of my own
Still you have made me to shine
And as I glow in this cold dark night
I know I can’t be a light unless I turn my face to you
… it’s the only place in the world where a guy in a Star Trek outfit can look over at a guy in a Chewbacca outfit and say, ‘Ha! Look at that f—–‘ geek!
Should I really be chained like a galley slave instead of gallivanting around Comic Con (and for that matter, conferences on Diana Wynne Jones)? I don’t feel especially deprived now as a galley slave, as I’ve gotten used to the hours, and I don’t think I’m working for the money, as it doesn’t seem worth all the labour poured into it (I’m trying not to let my sense of self-worth be tied to my paycheck — cos that would suck cows).
I can only speak for my “free and easy” self of course — I don’t have a family to feed or a mortgage to pay off. What to do with this freedom? What a joyful dilemma!
I need to go on some sort of retreat.