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This is part of why I love twitter: finding random, super awesome stuff. @ maudnewton  shared this orgasmic Map of Science Fiction . (Click that link "History of Science Fiction"; apparently it goes by both.) It's huge. And thick. And a thing of beauty. It's got Doctor Who, which is already a win in my book, but there's more. So much more. I want this as a poster on my wall.   It's got L. Ron Hubbard turning into scientology and his Battlefield Earth turning into a "Bad Movie". It's got "Counter Enlightenment" exploding off into "Romantic Era" and the resulting "Gothic Novel" and all that fun supernatural horror and stuff like Edgar Allen Poe (Fun note: it's even got Oscar Wilde's  Dorian Gray ). It's got Battlestar Galactica . Both of them. :) It's got Penny Dreadfuls and Pulp Magazines. It's got "Future War Novels" abruptly ending with World War I (lawl). It's got...

So I got a twitter account the other night. Took me a while to come around, mostly because the whole thing scared/scares me. And baffles me. Well, no more! Afterall, I'm a dork, and I'm not afraid to use it. So, the setup, right: bafflement/fear. I'd look at tweetings reposted on people's blogs--heaven forbid actually seeing twitter itself--and be overwhelmed by lotsa @'s and #'s everywhere. So I ended up getting it, right? Still had no idea what I was doing. Yeah, I know, twitter's fairly simple. Type, tweet, joy. Except those damn @'s and #'s and RT and #FF and other shit. Not one to be behind the pack, I did what any good dork would. I googled it . Seriously. On my blackberry, at the laundromat. And now--3 days later--I'm apparently some kind of burgeoning #twittermonster...? Yay! Point is, this is the hardcore dork approach. Throw yourself at it, headfirst and giddy, and charge onward. And do your goddamned best. Brave heart, ...

This is how I can dork up a discussion of philosophy/sociology even more : (02/16/2011 06:33:54 PM) Palmer: oh god (02/16/2011 06:33:54 PM) Palmer: so (02/16/2011 06:34:08 PM) Palmer: i was just having a discussion with a friend about the morality of eugenics (02/16/2011 06:34:26 PM) Palmer: and managed to whip out two fuckin doctor who quotes (02/16/2011 06:34:34 PM) Palmer: even tho my brain is starved for food and turning loopy from it Go ahead, try and kick me when I'm down. I may be thinking in colors instead of words right now, but I can still summon up Doctor Who wisdom and use it seriously to defend/make my point. Also, who the fuck deliberately engages debates of eugenics in any place other than a classroom? Dorks, that's who. Also, " Hillbilly Hell " is coming along. Kinda. Rewatched one redneck movie, rewatching the other.  I'd forgotten how much hatred I could find for both movies. This is really hard, guys. Bear with me. Also! My ...

So I was looking through my blog stats last night as I sometimes do (read: do obsessively. as in, all the time .), when I saw something that made me giggle.   Do you see what it is that made me laugh out loud? Sometime during the past week, some extremely awesome person actually looked up my blog on their Nintendo DSI. I don't even care if it was an accident or whatever, it just made me giggle. As in guffaw. Whoever you are, you are awesome. You totally get dork props for that one. Also, something else made me just plain proud of you guys. You sad fools who actually read my foolishness. I mean--you brilliant elite who read the hard-wrought beauty I crank out on your behalves.....yeah....   In the last month, the number of you using firefox while scoping out my blog wonderfully outweighs that of those of you still using internet explorer. Congratulations! You have smartness! Let that be a lesson to those of you still using IE: stop. Using firefox instead will get me to ...

So as many of you probably know, I've been applying to jobs. This has provided some lulz, some win, and some ironic stress. (quick preview though: I did get a job :)) As I'm a slut for parallelism I'll ignore my preview for the moment and go for the lulz: So my first interview was last Friday. At Hollister. Me. At Hollister. That alone is lulz worthy. But the truly fappable bit comes when we actually examine one or two of the details and make a ridiculously dorky reference out of it.

It's kinda funny--the title of this post is itself an obscure reference to Doctor Who*. But, seriously, my dorktronic levels these last few weeks have been running dangerously high.... Besides watching Doctor Who (actually, less so than I've been known to...), I've really taken to watching/mocking bad movies (have you noticed?), both already MST3k'd and not. The other week I decided to switch over to Dvorak keyboard layout --in fact I'm trying to write this whole post with it as practice. The way I see it, the 3 biggest things I'll likely spend much of the rest of my life doing will involve lots of typing--writing, computering, and temping--and i can do without the repetitive strain injuries...yeah. I've also been fiddling with mah linuxes lots--I've put Linux Mint 9 LXDE on my laptop. Dunno if i'll keep it or go back to regular Linux Mint or try out the KDE flavor. Big winsauce though--ie monster dorktronics alert--I got Lubuntu working on an...