Kate Saturday / Texts
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it was a little uncomfortable to read, because it featured so many details of your personal life, and i don't know you. the lady's point about you elliciting "strong responses" seemed apt, as you're obviously willing to share very personal information and try to engage people, instead of maintaining a societally conventional distance. i would have been more comfortable if you had censored yourself more. but your story was about your story, not my comfort, and i see that you couldn't have told it without the gooey details. i felt unpleasantly voyeuristic about watching someone else's drama, someone who was not my friend, but it seems like you want to reach across the gaps and make relationships where there were none (with Kraft, with various ladies, with the SFø public including, though you did not know it, me) so i kept on reading. i guess this comment is an attempt to reach back. i wasn't comfortable with your story, but i see that you're calling, and i hear you.
i liked watching the story unfold, and the science that you guys put into making sure the rope was actually useless. Also the red herring of the Official Pine Cone Bucket, because at first glance it looks like the rope is to haul the bucket up or keep it from escaping, but on closer examination you realize that
1. the rope is not tied to the bucket and
2. the bucket is also useless.
also i must give props to Alan and his absent gun.
also that's the name of my new prog band.
mad props you guys! great ideas and execution. i'm impressed by how human you both are, how open and fun in your interactions with people. when aliens come and ask for proof that the human race is worth saving, i'mma point them at you all.
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great collaboration, great idea. together you've made the world a better place.
dear hemoglobin,
thanks for helping me get points. i owe you guys! have fun helping people live.
your (ex) body,
Saturday
p.s. say hi to the platelets for me
does your job also have bad parts or boring parts? like between 2004 and 2008 your job was to time paint drying, and then write how long it took in another kind of paint, and then time that? or the raccoon skull is a zombie and when it escapes it chases your co-workers through the halls? or it eats all your snacks and there's no one you can blame? i don't think so. it's much nicer to believe that you're a full-time snowflake mummifier.
it looks neat! my brother has asperger's, so i'm interested in autism-spectrum stories. also puzzles and mysteries and math. so what could go wrong?
on that note if *you* liked Extremely Loud... you might pick up Boy Detective Fails by Joe Meno. not as hopeful, but more puzzles and nemeses.
San Jose. bay area folks let's parley.
there's a supercommon art school exercise that is sort of like this, but not as hard. the exercise is called "blind drawing," and the idea is you look at the object you're drawing, but not the paper you're drawing it on. the idea is to train your hand to follow your eye around the object, not your mind around your hand. needless to say most drawings come out pretty odd. you've done an almost miraculously good job here.
thank you for making me feel welcome! i'm excited to be here, and to see the awesome things everybody does.