My bathing suit really could be more comfortable. This morning I got home, took a quick shower, changed into my bathing suit, procrastinated on the internet, and then embarrassed myself in public by acting like a complete lunatic in the swimming pool. It was great fun.

I think I'm going to have to start doing that regularly, because I really do like swimming a whole lot. Though, if I do it regularly, that noise with the way my boobs are held up by a thin piece of fabric around the back of my neck? That is going to have to change.

From my comments in little_details here:

If you've got a gun that has a very advanced targeting system, that can pick out the pressure point, and extrapolate from the target's prior movements where they're going to be, relative to each other, in the next second that it takes the bullet to get there, you've got some pretty nice accuracy.

And if you've got a sufficiently smart soft polymer, with speed-sensing and proximity-sensing and material-I-am-going-to-hit-into sensing, you have something that can figure out how much force it is going to have when it hits the thing it's headed for, and what kind of damage the target is going to take.

If you have a sufficiently nano-biddable soft polymer, you have something that can be various firmnesses upon impact, depending on the above factors.

Of course, something like that might be hopelessly old-fashioned by the time the technology to make it happens develops.

Dear Mama,

It turns out that the blue hair thing wasn't just a phase, unless you consider starting to want blue hair in 1995, trying it in 1998 and 1999 and at various points thereafter, and still wanting permanent blue hair in 2008, to be "a phase". The only reason my hair isn't blue right now is that my job's dress code isn't so thrilled with blatantly unnatural colors. That and the fact that bright blue hair and long long hair really don't go together very well, and I do like my nearly waist-length hair very much. But indigo is still an option, given that my natural hair color is so dark.

Love,
Joanie