Halle freakin' lujah

Spoke to the shrink last night, who says I'm on such a low dose of Edronax I can probably safely stop right away. Turns out I have an appointment with him on Monday (about which I had entirely forgotten), so we can further sort me out then. I'm so relieved.

(Holy cow, as I was typing this, a pair of kookaburras went off like an atomic bomb! Made me jump!)

A small but noticeable improvement to my life: I've taken to wearing an eyemask while sleeping (one of those freebies you get on planes, kindly passed along by the MIL - that's you, Phyllis :). Because Jon's a night owl, and our house is minuscule, there's no way he can avoid disturbing my sleep a little - but the mask is really cutting down on that. (Mind you, with all that stuff strapped to my noggin, I must look like a Doctor Who monster.)

Somewhat neurologically tangled thoughts

1. The forebrain acts as a filter, stopping us from saying out loud whatever thoughts pop into our heads.

2. Twitter is the culture (by which I mean broadly Western culture) without a forebrain: a deluge of spontaneous, unmediated, unfiltered and uninhibited thoughts, often embarrassing to or even hazardous to the tweeter, but giving us insight into what the culture, as a whole, really thinks.

3. Twitter demonstrates that, all protestations to the contrary aside, the culture is steeped in contempt for and loathing of women.

4. Recent reports of behaviour from certain men on certain convention panels so breathtakingly rude to, and contemptuous of, women, that it's tempting to seek an explanation in disastrously poor social skills or actual mental illness.

5. I'll bet they don't act like that on other panels, though. Their forebrains kick in.

6. We test our assumptions not against the facts, but against what other people are saying. And other people are saying "shut up cunt".

7. I will never forget the fucker at WorldCon 99 in Melbourne berating the poor woman at the hotel cafe about his FREEZING COLD CUP OF COFFEE. I was so embarrassed on behalf of fandom I could have died. To this day I regret not beating him to death with a muffin saying something.