I had a season four dream last night. I don't remember much about it except that there was beat poetry and wolf!Dean. It...seemed really cool at the time.

"I tell you what: bring the cow out here, I'll cut off the pieces I want and ride the rest home."

Every once in a while I click one of those random YouTube links. Supa Beef! The video isn't really all that interesting, just some footage of those super muscle-y cows they breed. But, because I can't resist a good train wreck, I found myself reading the comments, which contained your typical vegetarian outrage.

Obviously, it's a free country and if someone chooses to not eat meat, that is their right. But these people who go around saying that humans are not "natural" meat-eaters (however the fuck one is supposed to define "natural," which they never do, leaving their audience to do the work for them), well, they baffle me.

Whaddya mean humans don't eat raw meat? I eat my beef raw all the time. I also salivate when I see a cow. Seriously. Live cows make me HUNGRY. And to say that humans don't have the natural equipment to hunt down our prey and eat it?! Have you been paying attention for the past few million years? Our greatest evolutionary adaptation is our brain. Or, from a religious perspective, we are made in God's image, i.e. with an intelligence that is an echo of His. A long time ago, humans started hunting with their brains, fashioning crude tools that over the course of human history were slowly but surely replaced by clever inventions like domestication, artificial selection and slaughterhouses. So, anyone who says we don't have the equipment to hunt for meat can suck balls.

Also, even if it were true that humans don't "naturally" eat meat, why should that make any difference in our diet? It's "natural" to die of influenza, too, if by "natural" you mean the course of events in the absence of human (technological) intervention. But I bet you're still going to want your flu shot this year.

By the same token, eating meat is not automatically morally justified because we have been doing it for so many millennia. So, I can understand someone not eating meat on moral grounds. It's a logical position if you believe that all living creatures have the right to live free and unmolested. It's not a personal belief of mine, but I can grok it. Just don't try to sell me on this "defending the natural order of things" bullshit. Primates are omnivores, with a metabolism adapted to a mixed plant/animal diet. Get used to it.

ETA: Seriously? The spellchecker will accept "millenniums" but not "millennia?" Are you shitting me? You wait till the Roman Empire makes its comeback. They'll pwn your Anglicizing asses!

ETA2: Also, someone compares artificial selection of livestock to Nazi eugenics/genocide. Because...what? Jewish people (and gypsies and homesexuals and the handicapped, etc) are morally equivalent to cows? There's no moral difference there? Are you serious?

Was Reading My Friends List for the First Time in Ages...

So james_nicoll linked this news about Terry Goodkind. Weird! I always felt a bit strange enjoying his books after I found out that he was basically writing Objectivist allegories (since I hate allegory), but this makes it sound like he sees Fantasy as an inferior mode. I suppose there's no crime in wanting to move to a different genre if that's what gets him stoked, but I can't see myself picking up his "mainstream" books, seeing as the preachy philosophical parts of his later books were "skim-only" material for me. Ayn Rand did that already, after all. It was of some passing interest the first time, but I don't really see any point in revisiting it.

Been Watching a Lot of Doctor Who...

In "The Impossible Planet," they talk about a piece of rock in "geostationary orbit around a black hole."

Dot. Dot. Dot.

Am I wrong? I mean, to be in GEOstationary orbit, don't you have to be, I don't know, orbiting the earth or something?! Does a black hole even rotate? I don't know a whole lot about astrophysics, but this made particularly little sense to me.

From CSICOP:

The scope of the design act is breathtaking. It can be as simple as enhancing a mood by moving one stone in a Zen garden, or as overwhelming in complexity as conceiving the space shuttle. The diagnostic commonality here has nothing to do with material or manufacture, nothing to do with specificity or irreducibility or organization or any attempted combination of these and other qualities. The diagnostic commonality in design is intent. We know that something is designed when we understand the deliberation that produced it. Design is the expression of purpose. And the truth is there is only one way we can know that purpose is inherent in any act or artifact, and that is to know something of the designer. When we recognize design, it is either because we are familiar with similar systems or structures that we know to be designed, or we are familiar with the design processes that might have produced it. All such familiarity is based, at root, upon knowledge of the designers.

Title: Swimming the Lethe (7/?)
Author: Luxorien
Words: 3156/?
Rating: R (violence, Dean's potty mouth, no porn--sorry)
Genre: Gen/Dean Gets Supernatural Mojo/Dark!Dean
Pairings: Dean/OFCs (no romance; just sex of the off-screen variety)
Feedback: Yes? Please? Help?
Notes: I was playing WoW, okay? Leave me alone.
Summary: After an infelicitous one-night stand, Dean becomes a danger to Sam. This chapter: Dean tries to fix things. So does Sam. Charity hangs out.

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6

( Chapter 7 )

Title: In Nomine
Author: Luxorien
Pairings: None.
Rating: R (Potty Mouth, Potty Mouth, Dean has a Potty Mouth!)
Words: 319
Spoilers: "Sin City"
Summary: AU "Sin City" scene borne out of my frustration that the Winchesters never thought to memorize the Rituale Romanum, and my vague memory of the way exorcisms are supposed to have worked in the early Christian church.
Author's Note: I don't know what the hell happened here. Either I'm blaspheming (in which case, don't tell my bishop 'cause I kinda gotta go to Mass and stuff), or I'm writing religious!Dean (oh God, please, NO), or I'm writing Christ-figure!Dean (hot in a rilly wrong sort of way?). I can't really figure out which of these is the least evil (and there's still some crap that doesn't fit into any of those categories) so...this drabble just crawled out of my head, and I am taking no more responsibility than that. I am, however, taking responsibility for a shower and a nap.
Gratuitous Author's Note: Oh, come on! Who DID pay attention?! We were all too busy drawing beards on Cornelia and inking over Gaius's pink shoes! (I think it was Gaius...)

( In Nomine )

Dood! Lookit! Jim Butcher is Roland Barthes! Only...less confusing and French.

Title: Swimming the Lethe (6/?)
Author: Luxorien
Words: 2738/?
Rating: R (violence, Dean's potty mouth, no porn--sorry)
Genre: Gen/Dean Gets Supernatural Mojo/Dark!Dean
Pairings: Dean/OFCs (no romance; just sex of the off-screen variety)
Feedback: Yes? Please? Help?
Notes: I'm finally releasing this chapter from purgatory. It's not going to get any better, no matter how hard I stare at it. :\
Summary: After an infelicitous one-night stand, Dean becomes a danger to Sam. This chapter: Dean tries to murder Sam in his sleep.

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
( Chapter 6 )

James Hetfield has a ridiculous beard. Or maybe it just looks ridiculous because of his ridiculously large head.

Still, you can't listen to shit like this and honestly tell me that isn't the best sound you've ever heard.

I would have sacrificed an alarming number of innocent goats to have been present at that concert.

Title: "Eye for an Eye, GSW for a GSW"
Author: Luxorien
Words: 395
Rating: R (violence and language)
Genre: Gen, AU
Pairings: None
Spoilers: For "Bad Day at Black Rock"
Summary: Apparently the Dean Winchester in my head is more of a badass than the Dean Winchester onscreen. Or maybe certain writers don't know their own character. Whatever. This is rewrite of that climatic scene. I feel better now that it's out of my head and screaming its head off to teh intarwebs.

( Die, Bitch. )