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I don’t trust people who talk about “electoralism” as if it’s a thing that has reasonable alternatives. I mean, if you don’t want to convince a majority of people, what other thing do you plan to do with and/or to a majority of people? I can’t imagine what circumstances would produce a change that doesn’t involve either mass murder or something that could potentially be decried as “electoralism,” and since I’m against mass murder . . .

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That “packbond” post gives me a weird kind of positive spite. It makes me want to praise and recommend my coworkers who do good work, even if I’m not personally friends with them, just because it would be against the expectations of the person who made the post. It’s actually quite similar to the feeling I get when people talk about what they expect “men” to do, and I feel compelled to be different from and better than their expectations to prove I’m not a man.

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I feel like Skyrim bought quality instead of designing it. We have enough money to create a gigantic and beautiful world, so we’ll spend all that money, knowing we’ll get more than paid back for it by people who like gigantic and beautiful worlds. And then it plays like hot garbage, but that doesn’t actually matter, because the games that play better didn’t have as high a budget and couldn’t afford to be as gigantic and beautiful. Can’t you be gigantic and beautiful and also be fun to play? (I disagreed with a lot of the storytelling decisions in Dragon Age: Inquisition, but at least Inquisition made combat feel fun and engaging.)

The World I Need

A follow-up to The World You Need. Hat tip to @lb_lee who got me thinking about this.

I think my need is to believe that everything is mortal. I see the idea of something that can't be killed or defeated, and I rage like an infant. I latch onto any idea of how it can be destroyed, no matter how impractical or how much collateral damage, and I fantasize about doing so. I make mindless iconoclasm into the core of my selfhood.

I don't know if this is a "flaw" or something. I certainly don't want to change, because changing would involve not hating the idea of something that can't be killed or defeated, and it nauseates me to think I could stop hating. But I also don't want to end up pointlessly hurting other people for the sake of my own weird mental architecture.

(A certain Tumblr post once told me this is "white atheism," as opposed to "POC atheism" where you've been personally traumatized by Christians. You can call it any color of atheism you want, as far as I'm concerned.)