Things that make you go hmmm

Sometimes, when you're liquored up and waiting impatiently for the unconsciousness fairy to stop by your room with her giant mallet, you find yourself thinking in a particular way. You take thoughts you had at other times, and you unmoor them from circumstance to let them float until they hit something.

This came up with a friend earlier, and it may not be anything new; the idea that in early science fiction there is a strong strain of.... fear of science. That's right, from Mary Shelley's steampunk(*) novel up to nearly anything written by Michael Crichton(**), there are scientists who, despite the cries of alarm from those sane non-scientists, insist on Playing God. Science fiction. Anti-science. Weird.

(*) Prove me wrong.
(**) Prove me wrong.

Ouch update

This morning, things are back to 'temperature flirts with freezing' normal. When Tito Puente came on with the alarm, I did a very short very lurchy mambo. Because you have to--it's El Rey.