Sierpinski Tetrahedron

For maximum effect, listen to this gem on loop while reading this post.

A happy belated 66th to the Andrew Formerly Known As Prince.

I’ve long had a discomfort with the British Royal Family, bordering on LaRouchian, some might say. Maybe this is because I’m an American, or a child of Enlightenment small-r republicanism, or reacting against my brother’s Anglophilia, or maybe it’s because of my deep loathing of Billy the Bastard and the Norman Yoke™, but the Crown’s vibes have always been just kinda off in a way that’s difficult to articulate. And I’m aware this is petty of me, but I take great schadenfreude whenever one of them finally has to deal with the consequences of their own actions like us hoi polloi.

🎵 The grand old Duke of York
He had 12 million quid
He paid to a woman he "never met"
For something that he "never did" 🎵

Andrew Mountbatten-Windsor, sadistic serial rapist of young women and girls and frequent flyer on the Lolita Express, was recently arrested earlier this week- on his 66th birthday, no less- after the Epstein files shed light on (among other things) illicit wheelings and dealings done while serving as trade envoy for the UK. Yeah, underwhelming, I know, but they got Capone for being a tax cheat, and the fact that this is happening to the King’s younger brother at all is a good sign. I hope the train of humiliation continues and that they ultimately feed him to the Corgis, live for the whole world to see. It’s the least HM Government can do after all the monstrous things the Royal Nonce has done to so many children. Fiat justitia ruat caelum at this point, for all I care.

I had a rough night last night. I tried to work on Legal Methods and draft my Argument, but I ended up spending the night just trying to sleep my Big Feelings™ away. I can’t remember if I dreamed anything. It was a lot easier to focus on the here and now during the week, to throw myself into my work and derive some sense of pride or accomplishment from that. But I sent my Peer Review in yesterday afternoon and just felt aimless. Lost? My mind may be in my work, and my body in the space around me, but my heart and soul just aren’t. There’s so much I want to say to her that I can’t. And even if I could, I’m not sure if it would be a good idea, I’m not sure what’s a good idea anymore. I hate this uncertainty, and I hate that I have to be okay with it for God knows how long. I’d share poems, but most aren’t website-friendly, if that makes sense? Some feelings are just too Big™ for a blog, even one no one reads.

I had a glass of wine this morning, watered down because it was too dry for my tastes. I’ve been in a coffee shop down the street from my apartment building since around 9:30, working on Legal Methods. I have eight hours (as of writing) until the parties tonight, which I’m excited for. I might pregame with another glass of wine beforehand so I can feign normalcy, but then I’d be stuck with public transit or walking between the two. Not that I mind, I’m a fast walker, but y’know. Logistics and all that. A friend from Kline was here earlier and said hi, which was nice. I’m currently on my second cold brew, sipping on that as I work. I might rush back to my apartment for a quick lunch, some leftovers from yesterday. Not sure though. Not sure about a lot of things nowadays.