alien experiments

i’m generally not someone who frontloads her pokemon team with legendaries and rare pokemon but rn i have zygarde, mewtwo, genesect, and type:null all on my team at once because i want to pet and feed beans to and be supportive of each and every weird alien or sad lab experiment in this gotdamn game

Imagine an alien that’s part of a species that gets its energy from photosynthesis or something and when it changes into human form it gets hungry for the first time.  So they eat and feel full like “ah good glad that’s taken care of.”  Then they start to get hungry again so they eat again a little annoyed like “okay how much do I need to put in the stomach to make it stop.”  And then a few hours later they start getting hungry AGAIN so they pull their human friend aside like “how many times is this going to happen?” and the human is like “bruh”

now that rogue one is out and suddenly it’s cool to shit on TFA, this is a friendly reminder that i will not stand anyone talking shit about rey. 

throughout my entire childhood, star wars was always this profoundly alienating pop culture experience for me. i don’t identify with it strongly now, but growing up, “nerd culture” was my culture. it was the only place i felt i belonged. but when i was playing with my friends, i couldn’t be a jedi because “girls can’t be jedis”. the toys were for boys, the movies were for boys, the books were for boys. but if you were a nerd who didn’t like star wars, didn’t relate to star wars, didn’t think it was the coolest thing ever, you were obviously faking it, you didn’t belong in the culture, you were doing it for attention. so my childhood was this process of forcing myself to like a world that was, admittedly, really neat and sci-fi-ey and fun to watch, but to which i did not relate in the slightest, in order to avoid rejection by my own subculture. there’s virtually nothing in star wars that makes it ingratiating to a young girl. yes, there’s leia, and padme, but they were leaders and royalty, people to be looked up to, rather than related to or empathized with. and so try as i might, for years, to get into star wars, i just couldn’t do it, and ended up seeking myself elsewhere rather than exploring the incredible universe that surrounds the movies.

so tfa comes out, and suddenly there’s rey. and lo and behold – i’m interested in star wars. and not just tfa, no – all of it. my partner’s been recommending extended universe books to me (even though they’re not canon anymore, there are definitely some good ones), i’ve been rewatching the movies and the tv shows, and i’ve been spending inordinate amounts of time on wookieepedia in order to catch up. i actually care about characters i couldn’t have been moved to even consider ten years ago, because they’re part of a franchise that i actually care about. all it took was one character, one movie to say, “hey, this is for you, too” to make me pick up all the pieces of star wars knowledge i’d been collecting over the years and say, “yep. this is for me, too.”

tfa shifted my perception of star wars completely – it went from being about a bunch of guys and leia to being about us, and if you don’t think that’s really important you can get out of my face.

(finn is really important for this reason too, btw, but i don’t really feel like i can talk much about finn from a personal standpoint. but tl;dr: i will protect finn and rey as characters to my dying breath)


The alien abduction scene from the film “Fire in the sky”, based on the real life Walton experience from 1975, where a group of loggers witnessed one of their friends get abducted by a UFO after approaching the craft.

I present to you, The Spirit Molecule. I can’t even put into words. Sourced from Mimosa Hostillis.

  • Shout-out to Tanya and her family for getting a narrative usually reserved for white characters, and for fighting back so hard
  • Shout-out to Matteusz for living through discrimination and parental abandonment and getting to talk about it and celebrate his sexuality
  • Shout-out to “teen angst is a pejorative phrase”
  • Shout-out to Charlie for sharing his utterly alien experiences of neglect and affirming how important physical touch can be
  • Shout-out to depictions of gay sex without it being taboo, or edgy, or diseased, or a prelude to death
  • Shout-out to April for talking about her trauma and her recovery process, for reclaiming and sublimating her love for her father’s art, for verbally expressing her emotions so clearly when she can, and for getting embarrassed as well at times because she’s a regular flawed human 
  • Shout-out to Ram for realistically living with PTSD and for struggling to cope with the new reality and for crying openly and for telling his dad and for caring so much about his bestie and for being kissed 
  • Shout-out to Miss Quill for being one of the best characters in all of Who

X-Files Season 6 Episode 12 One Son

“What are you doing here?”  Fox Mulder

“Door was open; I came in.”  Cigarette-Smoking Man

“Interesting company you keep.”  Fox Mulder

“No more interesting than your apparent lingerie fetish.”  Cigarette-Smoking Man 


Seen: Everything is Garbage

Who:  Colin Barey / website / flickr / tumblr /

Where: Totem Pole Photo Gallery, Shinjuku

When: February 7 - 12, 2017

These pictures were taken by Colin Barey on a trip last autumn to his home state of Oregon.  When one lives abroad (He has lived in Japan for the past decade), Americana as a concept or memory is something that you need to deal with from time to time. For him, the camera was the object with which he re-experienced his home culture. 

Much of the political and cultural slug-fest which closed 2016 occurred after he had returned to Japan. Colin is a good friend and I have been engaged with these images since he first showed me the contact prints and then work prints. The election and its evidence of an America he felt alien to shaped his experience in the final edit and as he told me, the title of the show itself.  

Neither of us are interested in the argument of whether or not photography can positively affect society but shows like this do help clarify the artist’s own vision of the world. 

This isn’t self-absorption or a vanity issue at all-  you are who you are and figuring out how to approach the gaps between oneself and society is sometimes all you can do. A cloud of frustration, bewilderment, disgust, and conflicting memories of nostalgia can be a powerful fulcrum on which to balance photographs.

I think this show operates as a good selection of photographs should- they clarify the feelings of the photographer. Of course the transmission of the same feelings is impossible and should never be the purpose of photography- nor the benchmark by which it should be judged.  Photographs can suggest or hint, but due to the mental filters we all view the world through, never ever truly explain.  It’s up to the viewer to figure out for themselves what the work means to them.  I think that this series solidified the hunches Colin had concerning his home- the moments pictured illustrate the blundering inertia of the culture in which those seen in the frames exist.