No Thrones. No Crowns. No Kings. →
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
Read the current manifesto. (And the followup.)
Rules: no fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
Last week I finished up Three-Body, the Chinese television adaptation of the Chinese science-fiction novel The Three-Body Problem by Liu Cixin, thanks to its availability on the streaming service Viki.
Two days later I developed a flickering flash at the extreme right-hand side of my vision when I moved my eyes from right to left.
For those who don’t know, a protagonist of both the novel and show experiences a countdown that appears to be imposed upon his retina by an alien force. That same force later also causes the cosmic microwave background to flicker.
I’m pretty sure that I am not under the super-scientific influence of the Trisolaran civilization. I am, however, under instructions to watch for any worsening, any sudden increase in floaters, or developing blind spots.
As near as I can tell, for people over fifty, sometimes the vitreous humour of the eyes I guess can become sluggish or sticky or something and will pull on the retina a bit as your eyes move around. Typically, it just goes away when things free up again.
Or, it keeps snagging and you end up with a detached retina.
This is not nearly as exciting as being hounded by the machinations of a massively-powerful supercomputer made out of a single proton.
This month has been an experience and it’s only just begun. I’ve a followup appointment for the eye in early April, but as I write this I wonder if this issue will impact my refractive exam at the end of March.
On the upside, they’ve already renewed Three-Body to adapt the second book in the series, The Dark Forest, whose titular theory kept me up at night.