Morning Boss

block.

This is ironic, given that my last book was about a guy with writers’ block, but I’ve totally hit the wall on Tailor Made.

I don’t know what to do with the story arc, and will see what my beta has to say.  In the meantime I’ll get to work on the other storyline I had going, which was Net Recovery.

As much as I love the characters, I’ve just run out of steam.  Trying to force the words takes all the fun out of the writing experience, so I’m going to take a break from one story and let the other one run off the leash for a while to see what happens.

*sigh*

For Susan, after that conversation about recycled rabbits we had a while back.

For Susan, after that conversation about recycled rabbits we had a while back.

(Source: srsartistry)

You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.

And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.

And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.

And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly. Amen.

Aaron Freeman “You Want A Physicist To Speak at your Funeral (via enflurane)

(Source: lonelyheartsdeathmetal)

(Source: twistedsifter.com)

gyzym:

leupagus:

hellotailor:

thegestianpoet:

 #OH MY GOD NEW CONTEXT #I NEED TO REWATCH THIS SCENE

HELP.

OK but here’s my thing - I DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT IS. Because that sure as fuck isn’t Steve’s shield - Steve’s shield is a solid metal thing made of vibranium that was created literally decades ago.

So - please - someone tell me. WHAT IS THAT.

You know, originally I thought it was one of the prototypes Howard Stark built for Steve in TFA? You know, when Steve’s all “Wow, these are really interesting, Howard, but my soul tells me I should take that one that’s made of a rare precious element that you do not wish to part with!” But looking at it again, there is no chance that Howard Stark ever presented that to anyone as any kind of functional shield…

…and then I remembered that Coulson is a dyed-in-the-wool Captain America fanboy. THUS I HAVE CONCLUDED IT IS SOME SORT OF RARE CAP MEMORABILIA, LIKE A “LIMITED EDITION CAPTAIN AMERICA SHIELD” THAT THEY RELEASED IN 1972 (because that thing reeks of the 70s, let’s not lie) TO TRY TO ~RECAPTURE THE GLORY~ OF THE CAPTAIN AMERICA FRANCHISE. They pulled it off the shelves after three weeks because it wasn’t selling, but the die-hard Cap fans know it to be priceless, since the unsold shields were melted down and reused.

For this reason, I imagine the rest of this scene goes as follows in Coulson’s head: THERE ARE ONLY 60 OF THESE IN THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD, MR. STARK, REMOVE IT FROM UNDER THAT COIL AT ONCE. I WILL BE KING OF THE CON WITH THAT ITEM, MR. STARK. KING. OF. THE. CON. 

It’s these little moments that tell you it’s a Joss Whedon movie.