okay just stay with me for a second and think about kids whose parents drop them off at conventions or even chaperone them at conventions.
I hear kids now a’days say stuff like “I hope my mom doesn’t see anything weird while she’s dropping me off,” and I find out they define weird as a bearded man in a seifuku or a Jojo cosplayer.
In 2007 you had to pray to god your dad didn’t pull up the the convention center to see Sasuke Uchiha bent over, both hands on the ground, ass in the sky, bracing himself as a Kingdom Hearts character raises a yaoi paddle behind their damn head, readying the swing.
like I am by NO means saying conventions aren’t still wildly surreal reaches deep into a very humid corner of hell
but we’ve definitely managed to claw our way from the inner-circle to maybe, like, the third level.
thank god for the mythbusters though because it used to be that whenever i knew i had insomnia i’d just kind of accept it and stay up doing whatever until my morning classes and spend the day feeling like shit
but then they did an episode where they established that even just fucking laying there for a half hour, not even sleeping just laying there and not even for an hour, makes a significant difference and you’ll feel way better
it has made a huge difference in my life to know that it’s okay if i can’t fall asleep, it takes a lot of the pressure off and ironically helps me fall asleep better
…i did not know this, thank you
If anyone wants to look it up, the episode was specifically the Deadliest Catch crossover ep, and the myth was that it’s better/safer when working a 30 hour shift to take a 20 minute nap every six hours rather than try to power through. They did an obstacle course test, one without naps and one with, and even though they couldn’t even sleep half the time the naps resulted in their scores doubling.
So actually I undersold it, even if it’s 7:40 and your alarm goes off at 8 just lie down and shut your eyes and it will still be better than nothing
Are there any works in the post-apocalyptic genre with post-apocalyptic librarians? People who worked in the public library and after the Bad Thing decide to stay and keep the library clean, safe and available for anyone who needs it. People can’t remove books from the premises anymore, because they’re too precious, but you can stay as long as you want and read them or copy them out–the librarians encourage making copies, so that the information can circulate beyond the physical boundaries of the library.
After a while it becomes an unspoken reality of the post apocalyptic society that you Just Don’t fuck with the library. You don’t fight there, you don’t steal from it, you don’t allow harm to come to librarians when they have to leave the building for supplies.
People donate food and books and paper with no expectation of reciprocity, because the librarians don’t ask for anything when you need a place to hide or information or, fuck, to read a schlocky crime novel because you need to escape reality in some purple prose.
Also consider: a library has a duplicate book, and wants to hire mercenaries to transport it to a library that doesn’t have a copy of that book. The most well known mercs in the world show up to volunteer for the job because they haven’t read that one yet.
They’re not exactly integral to the story or as cool as some of the ideas mentioned here but Alas, Babylon by Pat Frank talked about how important librarians and libraries became in a world where the Cold War actually got hot.
It’s an older book but it was one of my favorites in school.
Fun Fact: When the Roman legions were fighting the rugged celts of Scotland they used slingers who using a leather slingshot would hurl lead shot which had the stopping power of a .44 Magnumpistol and could kill a man from over 120 yards the distance between the end zones of an American football field.
They used specially made shot with holes in them. Archeologists had no idea the purpose of those holes. So, they did exactly what I would have done. They tossed a few and then the purpose of the holes was evident. They made a terrifyingly demonic wailing sound as they flew. Imagine being a superstitious Scottish tribesman huddling your hill fort. It’s dawn. The mist hangs heavy on the ground as it always does and then, out of nowhere you hear these demonic wails and men start to drop all around you.