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I guess the internet's been having Big Creepy Bugs Week or something? There seem to be more people than usual having horrible bug encounters on my friends list, and there was a thing on one of the _wank comms about people wanting bug pictures kept under lj-cuts.
In middle school I would always carry a thing of dental floss in my bag, which I would use to make little leashes for the preying mantises I beat out of the bushes at recess. That sentence should be giving you a pretty accurate picture of my social life at the time.
But it also means that I can totally look at those centipede pictures on FW and then go right back to my crunchy sandwich.
Today, however, I looked at Boing Boing. And there was the fucking hummingbird hawkmoth.
I seriously don't think you should click on that link. ( You probably shouldn't read the rest of this, either. )
Before, the only Boing Boing person I had conceived a personal hatred for was Cory Doctorow, because he shares my basic politics, but fills them full of a kind of viscerally unpleasant self-absorption and paranoia. But now I hate Frauenfelder, too, for the much sounder reason that he thought the creepyfuck bug was pretty and just slammed the picture up on the main page with no warning. I want to slap him really hard.
I had a nightmare a few years ago about a computer virus getting printed out, and getting up off the paper as a really big, really thin, translucent bug with a lot of wings that it didn't actually use to fly - because it was a program, it was immune to air, so you couldn't wave a magazine at it to blow it away from you, so it just kept coming. This moth is actually worse than my made-up dream monster. I would still hate the moth if you told me that every last one of them had died last night because of air pollution.
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Also, here is a webcomic.
(edited a couple times to correct the date and put a cut in)
In middle school I would always carry a thing of dental floss in my bag, which I would use to make little leashes for the preying mantises I beat out of the bushes at recess. That sentence should be giving you a pretty accurate picture of my social life at the time.
But it also means that I can totally look at those centipede pictures on FW and then go right back to my crunchy sandwich.
Today, however, I looked at Boing Boing. And there was the fucking hummingbird hawkmoth.
I seriously don't think you should click on that link. ( You probably shouldn't read the rest of this, either. )
Before, the only Boing Boing person I had conceived a personal hatred for was Cory Doctorow, because he shares my basic politics, but fills them full of a kind of viscerally unpleasant self-absorption and paranoia. But now I hate Frauenfelder, too, for the much sounder reason that he thought the creepyfuck bug was pretty and just slammed the picture up on the main page with no warning. I want to slap him really hard.
I had a nightmare a few years ago about a computer virus getting printed out, and getting up off the paper as a really big, really thin, translucent bug with a lot of wings that it didn't actually use to fly - because it was a program, it was immune to air, so you couldn't wave a magazine at it to blow it away from you, so it just kept coming. This moth is actually worse than my made-up dream monster. I would still hate the moth if you told me that every last one of them had died last night because of air pollution.
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Also, here is a webcomic.
(edited a couple times to correct the date and put a cut in)
